Season of Sadness (Twice and ITZY x Reader)

The Pixie-Haired Woman

2,160 words.

Tomorrow's my birthday.

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"Don't leave me. . . please..."

"Onee-san... Dad... Mom..."

"N-No... Please..."

"I don't want to be a-alone..."

"...I-I want you."

"No..."

"NoooOOOO!"

You sat up immediately as opened your eyes, panting, sweating, your heart was beating very fast and loud as if you couldn't breathe.

It was all a dream, but it had been going on for many days.

After all, they were the only ones who are missing in Christmas. You felt incomplete.

Then, you felt pain in your cheek and your stomach, you held them but you noticed that they were covered with bandages.

Looking around, you thought the room wasn't a familiar one. You saw a glass of water and a pill on the side of the lamp with a piece of paper.

Figuring out you were in the stranger's house, you immediately took the letter, just to at least get a clue.

It was written on the paper "I suspected that you're drunk earlier so please take the pill if you read this."

"Damn..." You just realized it, you held your head in pain, as if the veins was throbbing.

Immediately taking the pill and a glass of water, you started to recall what happened before you passed out.

You questioned yourself, who was that woman? Is it really Diane?

But you weren't the one to assume that she was really Diane, she was dead. Yet you couldn't help it, you were very curious. What if she was alive?

Quickly, you stood up, not minding if the pill hasn't cured your hangover yet.

You didn't care, finding the answers for your questions was more important.

You got out of the room as you looked to your left and your right, figuring out that this was a small apartment.

Suddenly you smelled something that was coming from the kitchen.

The delicious, warm, and sweet scent of an unknown puff pastry dish and cupcakes.

You didn't remember the last time you inhaled the most mouthwatering scent that wasn't produced by your skills.

"Lemon, cheese, chocolates..." You simply described.

You were slowly making your way into the kitchen, to find out who was making those delicious pastries.

You then started peeking from the living room, with your head sticking out.

Seeing a woman's figure, with a black shirt and black pants, and a brown brown pixie hair.