Min Yoongi Oneshots

The Hunter

Death had roamed the earth for thousands of years. With one touch of his skeletal palm, life was drained out of any living creature, humans, plants and animals alike. Death was a terrifying concept and character for some. However, the pained and weary greeted him like an old friend, relieved of not having to bear any more discomfort, it didn’t matter how chilling his cloaked and shadowed figure was, it didn't matter what afterlife existed.

Of course when the population became too large, Death needed help. So he appointed several other reapers to do his job.

Yoongi was one of those reapers, but he didn’t care who he took away. He didn’t care if it was the young or healthy, the ill or elderly, whose bodies went limp under his palm, or about the leaves and petals that crippled and discoloured under his touch. His cold eyes were immune to the terror in his victims eyes because he didn’t care. He was powerful but unfulfilled, but lacked the emotion to know why. A little voice told him it was loneliness, but he always shunned the thought away. He didn’t need anyone, Death never needed anyone, so why would he?

It was the same old for Yoongi; walk around, lay his hand of death on some living things and watch them bleed dry of life, blah blah blah. 

Yoongi often felt like he floated through the streets of life, graceful in his black clothes, swiping his fingers softly against any greenery to watch them go brown, not worrying whether people saw, because they couldn't.

The avenue he currently walked down was quiet, away from the bustle. His eyes found a beautiful blush flower, not even the size of his fingertip, surviving through the cracks of concrete. Mother Nature prevails, they say. A smirk pulled on his lips. With a delicate, almost graceful, movement, his fingers curled around the petals. His eyes narrowed as the petals shrivelled up, the stem writhing and spiralling in on itself. And there it lay deadly still in his palm. He stared at the lifeless being, lying in his palm, and felt…nothing. Laughing humourlessly, he dropped the plant to the floor, about to walk absent-mindedly on his way before movement caught his attention. A woman stepped out of her car wearing a glum expression, a folded letter in one hand. What has she got to be so sad about? She can see and enjoy the touch of other people!

‘Why are you so mad about that, Yoongi?’ that annoying little voice nagged at him.

Without any thought, he follows her to the front door of, presumably, her house, the door clicking shut before he gets to it. Yoongi easily diffused through the solid material, his cat-like eyes immediately searching for the unsuspecting woman. He saw her walking into the kitchen, laying the open letter onto the counter before leaning over the sink. He didn’t know what was on her mind, didn’t care as he advanced towards her, ghost-like, reaching out his merciless hand in front of him.

But he froze as she turned around, her startled eyes staring unwaveringly into his just as startled eyes–but not because of finding a stranger in her house.

What was this sudden pull he felt within his desolate soul? Why did he feel a torrent of tingles flow down his spine? Why did his fingers shake and lungs gasp at the sight of your wet eyes?

His hand lowered slightly, his eyes not leaving the hypnotising being in front of him. Is this what they call love at first sight? He had seen it before happening amongst the lucky couples. Is this what it is?

But before the girl could speak, Yoongi vanished into the confines of invisibility. He stood outside again, hand on his chest . No, grim reapers don’t get panic attacks, even when confronted with such indescribable beauty. He dealt with human lives in the palm of his hands, why should this one be any different?

But he couldn’t stay away.

The next few days, Yoongi worked as the woman’s shadow as she went about her life. He removed any plants in her path, shooing them away, dying at his hand, even though they would only so brush her shoulder as she walked by. She knew that he was following her, and he knew that, but she didn’t tell him to go away, and he wondered why.