Just Like Heaven - A HopeKook FF

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"So, what's up?", Yoongi said. As planned Hoseok and Yoongi met at the diner.

"I wanted to tell you something."

"What is it, Seokkie?"

"Well, I have been seeing someone."

"Oh, good finally. It's about time. I am glad."

"Really, yoongi-ah, so you think it's a good thing?"

"Absolutely. Remember the last time, I tried to hook you up with someone, you bailed out. Now I am so happy you took the initiative. So, who is he?"

"No...no...I mean I am seeing someone who is not there."

"What do you mean, not there?"

"I mean I can see him but I can't."

"Ohh, you mean like a dream or hallucination."

"Twice, Yoongi. A man in my apartment."

"Hmm, so is he hot?"

"Seriously, Yoongi?"

"Okay, ummm, when you saw this man, how drunk were you at that time?"

"Well, I..."

"Knew it."

"Okay, fine, I know I was drunk but not today morning. I don't want anyone running around in my apartment. It's creepy. Wait, why are you writing it down? Can you stop analyzing? Stop behaving like a psychologist and act like my friend." Hoseok grabbed the tiny notepad Yoongi was writing.

"Okay, fine. Now, give it back."

"I need to stop drinking." Hoseok was cursing himself and promising himself not to drink again while Yoongi was asking him to socialize with other people. "Drink with others, not alone. Socialize with others. Go out, have fun. What happened to you? Come on Hobi, its been a year, sober up."

"You are right, you are right", Hoseok sighed.

Yoongi is right. He need to socialize, talk to people. How long will he cut himself out from the world? He needs to accept the truth. He took a deep breath as he walked back to his apartment. He took a hot shower, cleaned all the mess and curled into bed. No more hallucination. It's all in the mind. Go to sleep, Hoseok. He told himself and had barely closed his eyes when someone spoke again.

"Have you lost your mind? Why are you in my bed?"

"Aahhh....whatt? Oh god, no, not again. I am sleeping. This is just a dream."

"How do you keep getting into my apartment?"

"No, go away, you don't exist. I am dreaming, I am dreaming." Hoseok kept repeating his eyes closed tightly.

The man sighed. "This is serious than I thought. Okay, listen, man up buddy. I am gonna ask you some questions, okay and I want you to answer truthfully. Now, have your alcohol consumption gone up since the last few days?"

"Yes".

"Are you hearing voices or seeing things that seem unreal?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, so are you consulting a psychologist or a counselor for your paranoia?"

"Yes, my friend. Wait, how did you know that? Have you been following me? Why are you asking so many questions?"

The man sighed. "I knew it. Listen to me please, you have convinced yourself that this is your apartment. Now take the pillow near you. There is a stain of sauce which I once spilled while having my sandwich. By the way Ketchup and sauce are different. I don't know why people use it synonymously. Now, go ahead and take a look at the pillow."

Hoseok took the pillow beside him to check and indeed there was a stain.

"See. And that chair in the hall, that's an Eames chair. Go ahead, check that drawer, I still got its receipt. How else would I know if I didn't buy these things? I think you need to understand that you are becoming mentally ill."

"Really?" Hoseok began doubting himself if he really was going nuts.

"Yes, this is my apartment, this is my bed, and that's my picture. Wait where is my picture?"

"What picture?"

"The picture on the nightstand. What did you do?"

"There was nothing when I moved in."

"Okay, look you are really crossing the line. I am calling the police now."

The man went to pick up the phone only he couldn't. His hand passed through the phone as if it was non-existent. "Why can't I pick my phone. What did you do?" He looked at Hoseok.

"I didn't do anything."

The man ran to the kitchen saying he will use the phone over there.

Hoseok sat on the bed for a couple of minutes unable to process what was happening. He waited for the man to come back again only he didn't. He slowly went to the kitchen looking for the man. Only, he had disappeared again. He dragged his half sleepy body back to the bed. Only Hoseok couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned the whole night. This was seriously messing up with his mind.

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