WINGS || Taehyung

#14 - Haunting Nights

You jolted awake, your forehead covered in beads of sweat, your breath labored - your lungs greedy for air. You calmed yourself down by inhaling and exhaling deeply before you got up to go to the bathroom to wash yourself up since your body got all wet and sticky because of the sweat. Changing into your casuals, you found yourself still trembling because of last night's nightmare crystal clear in your head.

You recalled yourself walking through a dark alley, emerging under a lamp post, it being the sole source of light in the area. You saw the familiar, worn down house in front of you. There was the unmetalled road to your left, leading off to no particular place. None that you knew of. Instinctively or by intuition - you didn't know, you looked behind yourself, as though to make sure you weren't being followed. When you saw nothing that would tell you otherwise, you got into the darkness again, trudging towards the driveway - or what was left of it - of the house.

You stood on the pavement that led to the door, around it being patches of dry grass and earth upturned here and there. Exhaling heavily, you padded to the door and hesitated before grabbing the knob and pushing it wide open, only to be engulfed in pitch black darkness again. As you proceeded to the next room, you saw who could undoubtedly be your best friend from University - Hoseok.

A stool lay overturned below him, the harsh looking nylon rope wrapped around his neck, as though embracing it, while he stayed still in mid air. You gasped.

You noticed a figure in the corner of the room, their back facing you, making you take a step towards them when you felt a gust of wind come from your side. You whipped your head towards the direction from which it came and greeting your eyes was a tall man with something spread behind him, which you couldn't really decipher. All of a sudden, light flashed in the room making you divert you squinted eyes to the ground, and you noticed the shadow of humongous wings on the wooden floor, making you look back at him in panic and fear.

Just as you did so, your vision blurred, and cleared within seconds and you saw you were standing in what possibly could be Hoseok's kitchen. There on the floor, lay Hoseok with froth accumulated at the corner of his mouth, staring lifelessly at the ceiling, and beside his body was a bottle of almost emptied cleaning solution - He had poisoned himself. Your stomach dropped to the floor, but you didn't dare to scream. You gaped at the corpse, deeming it impossible. And again, your eyes caught a movement in the corner, making you turn your head around to face it.

You saw the figure, this time his eyes staring right at you as it glowed a magnificent crimson, taking a step towards the light. Right then, you were transported again by blurs accommodating your vision, only to be cleared when you felt your feet on tiled floor of the bathroom.

Hosoek lay in the bathtub, his body immersed in water that was fused with his own blood that streamed from his slit wrist. Again, you saw him, and this time, you were sure of who he was as he was already standing in the light. You heard your breath leave your body like a soul leaving it's host as he smirked at you devilishly.

In a flash, he had you wriggling in his arm as he held you against the wall, his wings spread to imitate darkness. Jet black wings. An otherwordly being - but someone whom you knew all too well.

'Oh Y/N, Darling-' He whispered in his deep, husky voice, '-look at what you made him do,' He chuckled, as he turned his head a little so you could get a fairly clear view of Hoseok's body that was floating in the tub.

'Such a pure soul, gone to waste.' He tutted, while your mouth moved as you mumbled incoherent 'No's' and 'Leave me's'.

'This one-' He jerked his chin towards himself, '-is going to miss you too, after you're gone. And he would never forgive himself for doing what he did for the rest of his useless life.' Your eyes widened at his words, and opened your mouth to scream, your voice failing you miserably. That's when you saw his eyes darkening to his usual chocolate brown orbs, his gaze softening as he kept watching you, fear swimming quick into them, replacing the wariness.