The detective parked his car under a tall tree, its branches snapped like someone had once climbed it—probably a kid, he thought, spotting a few sneaker prints going up the trunk. As he made his way to your door, he couldn't help but notice how strange the street felt. Few streetlights, cracks in the sidewalk, weeds growing wild, and the buildings themselves looked like they had given up on being cared for. Yet, his mind stayed focused.
*Stop by, say hi, then back to the investigation.*
He knocked on your door, but no response. *Maybe next time.*
"Why is everyone gone this morning, sheesh?" he muttered under his breath, annoyed.
Pulling out his phone, he started walking back to the main street, setting his sights on the mysterious apartment he had been chasing.
About fifteen minutes later, he found himself back at your building, pacing as he counted the doors. ...10...11A...11B...12A...12B...13A...13B... Finally!
He stared at the door for a minute, confused, feeling a nagging sense of déjà vu creeping in. Then, it hit him—*Wait, this is her place. How...?*
A wave of panic set in. *Did I mess something up?* He pulled out his phone, double-checking the address. *No, it's correct.*
His heart sank. *Y/N... What's going on between you and Park Jimin? I need to know*
His thoughts raced as he stood there, knocking again, but still no answer. He felt the color drain from his face. *Neither Jimin was home this morning... Could they be together right now?*
He slumped down by your door, hands in his hair, anxiety gnawing at him. *What should I do? I need to see her... I have to, before something happens. I need to know she isn't with him*
Meanwhile, you stepped off the bus, unaware of the shadow following you, silently watching like a ghost. With your brother beside you, you entered the crowded office, immediately hit by the chaotic energy.
"Wow, everyone's got problems today, huh?" you muttered to yourself, glancing around at the sea of frustrated faces.
You walked over to the ticket machine, pressing the button as it spat out your number. Brrrrrrp.
Ticket number 813.
You glanced up at the board. It was showing 523. *Oh great, this is gonna be a long wait*, you thought, trying to stay optimistic. *Maybe they'll catch up soon.*
Adam tugged on your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. "Sis, what number are we?"
You handed him the slip. "813."
His eyes widened. "Holy moly, if we don't make it today, at least I won't have to go to school tomorrow," he grinned mischievously.
You laughed, ruffling his hair. "Don't get your hopes up, troublemaker."
Adam smiled, that playful twinkle in his eyes. "Wanna bet?"
The room was packed, every seat occupied. You stood there, weighing your options. Should you wait outside, or stay in this stuffy, oxygen-deprived space? Time dragged on. About twenty minutes passed. Adam was starting to get bored, though he didn't say anything, probably not wanting to stress you out. Instead, he began quietly counting things around the room, cataloging the space like he was on a mission.
He wasn't alone. The room was full of restless kids, from babies in strollers watching cartoons on their parents' phones to kids Adam's age glued to Subway Surfers or Roblox. Even the older folks were lost in their screens—playing Candy Crush or scrolling through Facebook and X. There was even a teen zoned out on TikTok.
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ACATALEPSY I BTS AU
FanfictionThis is the tale of eight young adults whose fates intertwine unexpectedly through some surprising connections, friendships or sometimes quite unusual circumstances. Some characters may question their identity as well as their actual intentions and...
