Welcome but not Home // Beomgyu x Reader

Welcome Home

It made no sense. You'd lived in one place your entire life, in the house you grew up in, and now is when your parents decide to move? And to a place in the middle of nowhere nonetheless. Whenever you asked your parents why they insisted on moving they were always quick to brush you off, mumbling something about wanting to downsize. It didn't help your enthusiasm that your new house was the oddest color you'd ever seen, a worn-down pink that made you wonder how such an exciting color could seem so painfully dull.

You trudge up the driveway, in no hurry to unload the mass of boxes brought from your old home in Pennsylvania. Your parents had insisted on taking every little thing, making the move all that much harder and making you dread how long it would take to unpack. You huff as you pray you don't drop the heavy box full of your mom's houseplants that you're carefully carrying up the porch steps. You notice how most of them are half-dead anyways, what was the point in even bringing them along?

Upon stepping into your new home, you first notice the damp smell of old house that makes you scrunch your nose in distaste. After further inspection, you are no more impressed to see the walls covered in an ugly grey wallpaper with its edges slightly curling up due to age. Why your parents chose to move here of all places was beyond you.

Deciding to unpack some of the plants in the living room you graciously give them some water before setting them in front of the one pathetic beam of sunlight streaming through the window. You think it'll be a miracle if the plants survive here, this whole place feels so dark and gloomy.

In desperate need of some fresh air, you grab your coat before stepping outside to take a walk. Maybe something around here will be more interesting than the lifelessness of your new home.

Fog creeps around your ankles as you wander along the stone trail, careful with each step as your feet remain hidden in the thick mist. You don't know how long you'd been walking for, not caring much for turning around and submitting to a life of unpacking boxes. You instead choose to continue your journey, although nothing of any interest had caught your eye thus far.

Taking a moment to look around, you think you see something move in the distance, but before you can give it a second thought the small figure is gone. You shrug, assuming your mind had been playing tricks on you, and start walking forward again. However, you don't even make it one step before you almost trip on something in front of you.

Letting out a sharp yelp, you quickly attempt to regain your balance. You figure you tripped over a large rock, it's difficult to see in the fog after all. However, when you gaze downwards you're met with two bright eyes, one green and one blue.

A black cat stares back at you, seemingly waiting for your next move. You continue to stare into the cat's large eyes, ensnared by his intense gaze. How strange, it's not often you see bi-colored eyes let alone of such a vibrant shade.

You're so trapped by the cat's bright eyes that you pay no notice to the bike that's currently barreling toward you at an intense speed.

"WATCH OUT!" a voice screams in the distance.

"Huh?" you question aloud, eyes squinting through the dense fog to find the source of the loud voice.

All of a sudden the wind is knocked out of you and you hit the ground, scraping both your knees along the way.

In a state of confusion, you slowly stand up while brushing the dirt off of your palms. You look up to see a boy who looks around your age approach you with a guilty look on his face.

That's right, he should feel bad for nearly killing you the first day you move to this place. Your day was already bad enough without someone giving you a pair of bloody knees.

"Don't you know how to ride that thing?" you scoff.

"Of course I do" he insists, acting as if you were crazy for even asking such a thing. "It's just hard to see through all this fog...plus the ground is wet," he mumbles.

He pauses before seemingly remembering something "And don't think that I didn't see you almost trip over my cat earlier, you should really watch where you're going."

His cat? You question to yourself before the little animal makes its way over to the boy as he reaches down to pet its head, confirming his statement.

You roll your eyes and laugh in disbelief at the situation you had gotten into while taking notice of your ripped pants and scraped knees. "Whatever you say, but you owe me a new pair of jeans."

He smirks and snarkily replies "I did warn you to get out of the way, it's not my fault that you were too slow."

You take a moment to study the boy in front of you, for the first time noticing that he's admittedly not all that bad looking, despite the fact that he had just run you over with his bike. You can't help but stare at his warm rounded features and bright silver hair that seems to shine through the dim atmosphere. You quickly shake away your wandering thoughts, you just met the guy after all, plus he was kind of annoying.

"Not that you asked me or anything, but I suppose you must be wondering the name of the handsome boy who swept you off your feet, I'm Beomgyu," the boy says proudly while extending a hand toward you.

"Yeah sure," you respond sarcastically while reluctantly taking his hand, still apprehensive to trust the boy completely. What was he doing out here anyways?

As if reading your mind, Beomgyu responds, "I live in a house nearby the complex, which I'm guessing you live in. My mom told me there would be someone new moving in and I thought I'd come out here to see if it was true. I guess I figured it out," he says with a small chuckle.

"What's so interesting about someone new moving in?" you ask.

"Well besides your crazy neighbors, there's been no one living in the apartment for a while, the space you moved into has been empty for a few years. Which makes sense to me, that whole place gives me the creeps," Beomgyu says with an exaggerated shudder.

"Crazy neighbors?" you question, fearing that this day could somehow get even worse if it turns out the people who live next to you are strange.

"Oh you haven't met them yet? I never talked to them for long, but something about them gives me weird vibes. Especially the one that lives upstairs, he's always muttering something about having to prepare for some performance. I have no clue what he's going on about."

Great, you'd supposed you'd have to meet them sooner or later, but now you were definitely hoping it'd be later.

"Well, I have to get going. I don't like hanging around here for too long, you know, creepy apartments and all. It was nice running into you...literally. Anyways, I guess I'll see you around," Beomgyu shoots you a small smile as he hops back on his bike.

"Yeah see you around, and be more careful on that thing, or get some training wheels," you tease.

"Ha, very funny" Beomgyu rolls his eyes before taking off with his cat following right behind him.

Although you know you're alone now, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As if your eyes are drawn by some force, your gaze snaps over to a large dead tree with odd curling branches.

You take notice of something small caught between one of the branches and your curiosity pulls you closer as you see that the object is a doll. You hesitantly tear it from the tree's grasp only to quickly drop it in horror. The doll looked exactly like you. The resemblance couldn't be denied, the little button-eyed doll was even wearing your current outfit.

This had to be that boy Beomgyu playing a mean prank on you. How else could this be possible? He must've been stalking you as you moved in and left it here to scare you. You scowl as you stomp home with the doll still in your grasp. What you don't notice is how the doll's small mouth curves into a smirk as you make your way back home.