Yoongi POV
I lay on the couch trying not to let the sound of the seconds tick by on the clock over the mantle driving me mad.
The television is on, providing background noise and the occasional canned laughter, but I am not interested in it, and neither are the guys.
Y/N left the house several hours ago without any word on where she was going, not that she would think to tell a bunch of ghosts about her plans anyhow.
She picked up Chewie, gave him kisses, and said she was bringing him a surprise before shutting him into his crate.
Namjoon groans, tapping the heel of his foot hanging over the side of the couch on the hardwood floors, though it made no sound.
Guess I am not the only one that's impatient.
Looking at the clock, I curse the molasses-like movement of the minute hand, as I turn my head and glance up at the mirror.
Through it, I can see the outline of the front door on the other side of the house.
Still no Y/N.
When did I come to depend on having her around to amuse myself?
Sure, she is here all the time, sitting in front of the screens in her office, talking to herself or the dog, dancing around to music when cooking food, or sitting in silence with a glass of wine and a small device she read words from.
She is adorable when she first woke up in the mornings, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glaring at the sunlight coming through the window over her bed.
She is sexy as hell at night when pleasuring herself before drifting off with a smile on her face.
Then there is the issue with the gift we left her.
We had stayed up after she went to sleep, using all the energy we had been able to gather over the previous two weeks to leave the grounds and find the roses.
It was exhausting, the strain almost unbearable the further we got from our bodies, but we wanted to see her face light up with wonder.
We didn't plan on the amount of energy it would take and ended up in the basement, unable to move away from the door our bodies were concealed behind.
Y/N's screams woke us from our stupor and caused me to go flying up the stairs to find her, the guys close behind.
I can say with certainty that I have never felt such mindless fear from her.
The spike of emotion was instant and took several minutes to taper off, but it gave us the spark of energy we needed to go to her.
My heart broke when I saw her on the floor, tucked in the fetal position, rocking back and forth while muttering to herself.
The look on her face, for several minutes, while she tried to pull herself together, reminded me of her when she was just a little girl.
I thought back on when she would hide in the closet from her father, so vulnerable and alone, I wanted to protect her but never could.
I wanted to comfort her so bad but I had no idea how, so we all sat next to her and watched, wishing we could do anything to make her feel better.
Once she was calm enough she stopped rocking back and forth, she pulled her phone from the pocket.
Whoever she called seemed to make her feel better, and I couldn't help but become jealous.
I wanted to make her feel better, not some stranger on the other end of the small device in her hand.
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Monsters In My Bed. (OT7- Demons)
Hayran KurguY/N is hiding from a stalking ex that just won't leave her alone. As a last resort, she goes to an old home owned by her family, a home she grew up in. The big house secluded enough from town is the perfect place for her and her dog to hide, only th...
