MinBin // Oneshots

☆•°Christmas Demon°•☆

Don't read this. It makes no sense. It sucks. I don't know what I was thinking.

Read 'mistletoe' instead.

Thank you.

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The night before Christmas and there it was, once again, the shadow in his room.

It's been appearing for the past month, or so Minho thought.

In the end, he might have been hallucinating, right? No, that can't be. He's not crazy. He wasn't imagining things.

It would only appear at night, and always in his bedroom. Without a sound, all it would leave behind after flashing along the light, white walls was a light draft of wind, making movable objects like the curtains move slightly.

On the first day, he thought that he just hadn't closed the window, and that a breeze from outside managed to blow its way to the inside. Oh was he wrong.

It happened over and over again, despite his window being closed. The shadow appeared every night multiple times, despite the only light in the room being the streetlights from outside.

Maybe now, he was turning crazy. He wasn't superstitious. He didn't believe in such creations. But now, he was starting to.

It scared him a little. A little more than he would've liked to admit to himself.

It wasn't normal for shadows of people to suddenly flash through your room. More so, less normal for it to happen daily. Each and every night.

"Who's there?!" He suddenly yelled throughout his room. Something had moved. Again.

"Leave me alone!" Another time, he was yelling. His voice steady and deep, yet slowly turning more shaky as the uneasiness started swallowing him up from the inside.

Abruptly, his eyes widened. Body petrified and not making a single movement. His heart beating a million miles per hour as he felt something brush over his neck.

His breath got caught in his lungs, not breathing in or out anymore. Too scared to move, not wanting whatever that it was in his room to get angry at him and kill him or anything similar to that.

One of his hands slowly raised up after somehow managing to make it move, ghosting over the area on his neck. The skin was warm as well as red, but that he couldn't see in the dimmed room.

He reached over to grab his blankets and pull them over the second half of his body, but someone or something slapped his hand away, not allowing him to find any safety underneath the layers of soft fabric.

Then he felt it again, that light touch of a human hand. It felt so real that it might have been crazy to say that he's hallucinating and that it's not the actual reality.

Minho curled up and hugged his knees tightly, breathing extremely heavily onto them.

It felt like the world around him was turning, his head spun and he couldn't grasp what was going on anymore. He mightve looked more or less okay from the outside, but there was a whole war going on on the inside.

He was panicking, scared, nothing like his usual self. However, not even the toughest guy would be able to handle something like that.

"Please.. don't hurt me.." He mumbled, mostly to himself at how quietly the sound came out. He felt like he was being watched and touched. That, while he was alone at home with no one by his side.