4 Ever

7 UP

7 UP

m.y.g

romance AU

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A short story based off of  the song 7 UP by astroboy

NOTE: characters are in high school

Started: i honestly don't remember

Finished: sometime in january?

Edit/Revise: 8/22

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He thought he was still dreaming when the knocks came again. And even when he was conscious enough to know it was real, he lay still for a little while longer just to see if whoever was at the door would give up and leave.

What time is it?

The old clock hanging on the wall across from him screamed in the darkness that it was too late for anyone to be at the door.

Maybe it's a murderer.

A scoff left his mouth as he thought the possibility over. Perhaps it was.

Whoever was at the door knocked again. This time, it was softer, with what seemed like a rhythm.

Strange.

He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up from the couch. It took a second for the room around him to settle into place, and for the map of his repetitive lifestyle to return.

Slowly, he forced himself to stand up, frowning as he felt the blood rush back into him. He shuffled over to the door, not even bothering to flick on a light. There was a window to his left with its blinds open just enough for the moonlight to bath everything in an eerie glow.

He peeped through the eyehole, but gave up after quickly realizing it was too dark to see anything outside his door. Not without the porch light on. And he didn't want to turn it on. Lately he'd been finding that there was something more reassuring about the obscurity of darkness

Maybe it was Jimin again... the younger one had a tendency to wander to his front door, whether he was drunk or sober. As soon as the door opened for him he would smile giddily, eyes forming into shining crescent moons as he stepped in. Jimin would eagerly bother him for the rest of the day and late into the night, telling stories as he tried to finish his essay; joking around while he tried to cram study. But Jimin didn't knock... he would make himself known by calling out his name over and over, each time being more obnoxiously saturated with tenderness until he answered the door out of fear of his neighbors hearing. Even for Jimin, it was already way too late.

He parted his lips, hesitant to use his voice for a second before he forced himself to speak. It came out in a harsh croak that sparked a cringe on his face before a thick fog of indifference settled over him again.

"Who is it."

There was a weak reply. It shocked him, admittedly. He had expected a lower voice, the familiar voice of one of his male friends, but he recognized the voice outside his door nevertheless.

"Yoongi?"

He was frozen for a second, eyes groping the room for the porch light switch before suddenly remembering it was right by the door. He fumbled for it, and a blaring yellow glare came on outside, drowning out the peaceful glimmer of the moonlight that had been trickling in through the window. Squinted through it, he put his eye to the peephole again. This was something he needed to be absolutely sure about.