My Daily Dose of Suga [Yoonseok]

C

Five days. Five days since Jimin's death. If only I known it was going to be his last I would've tried to save him. It's been five days since I last ate because everytime I try, the smell of blood comes back and I puke. Five days since I even got out of my room, because his smell still lingers on my bed sheets.

My mind goes in and out of reality and dreamland until I hear a knock on my front door. I stay motionless not believing the noise is real until in comes again but this time harder. I slowly get out of bed, not trusting my legs to work properly. Once I finally make it out of my room the knocking is now fast and louder.

"I'm coming." I try to yell but my voice sounds too husky and my throat is dry. I open the front door and see a guy with black combed down hair holding a bento box. His perfect smile bright.

"Hello Yoo- I mean neighbor. Not to sound weird or like I'm stalking you but I noticed you haven't left your house for about five days. So I came here to see if you were fine and I brought you food. I hope you like chicken." The guy smiled throughout his whole speech and was lightly bouncing, as if he was excited.

My gut was telling me something was off but his white smile told me otherwise. His energy was happy and restless making me feel the same way.

"Oh yeah, well something recently happened and I'm depressed about it." His smile dropped to a frown and his eyes became cold but then he went back to his happy self. The change happened so fast I almost didn't see it. "And thank you for the food, I actually really love chicken. Would you like to come in?" I ask moving to the side to let him pass.

He quickly nodded and stepped through the doorway. He took his shoes off and put on white fluffy house shoes. The same ones Jimin always wore.

"Uhh.. could you wear the red ones instead? The white is for someone else." He looked back at me and lightly nodded his head. I watched as he bent down to replace them and could see the anger on his face. I think nothing of it and lead him to the kitchen. I stop dead in my tracks when I realize the box is still on the table. My stomach becomes queasy everytime I go near it, resulting of it still there, only now it have to top on.

"W-why don't you just s-stay in the living room?" I stutter out. He looks at me weird then he nodded his head in understanding. His expression looked as if he really understood why I didn't want him there.

I quickly pour him a glass of water and exit the kitchen. I walk in on him holding a framed picture of me and Jimin. Both of us smiling at the camera with our hands locked together.

"You and a friend?" The guy asked. I nod my head and set the glass on the coffee table. I realize I haven't asked his name yet and I mentally groan for being a bad host and for being stupid. For all I know he could be a killer.

"Sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Hoseok. Jung Hoseok and you?"

"Min Yoongi." I reply and extend my arm. His tan hand reaches over and grabs my pale one and gives it a gentle grip. I feel his fingers rub against my skin, making me release his hand but he holds onto mine for a few more seconds before he lets it go.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly "your hand is really soft. Just like I imagined." His voice turned into a whisper near the end, causing me to not hear it.

My gut gets the weird feeling again and this time I trust it. I start to feel nervous and uncomfortable so I decide to change the subject.

"So Hoseok, tell me about yourself."

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At ten o'clock at night I finally get Hoseok to leave but not before he made me promise him to eat and to get out of the house. I sigh and slide down the front door after I made sure to lock it. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to process all that happened this evening.

After I told him that he went on and on about himself. But it wasn't that, that got my attention. It was his knowledge he knew about me. We just met but he somehow knew all these things.

Like how he knew my favorite color without asking. He mentioned all the hair colors I had. He knew what kind of dog I'm planning on getting. He knows all of this while I know nothing of him.

I sigh again and get off the ground. I check all the windows to make sure they're locked and the curtains closed. After that I make my way to my bedroom and do the same thing. I turn off the lights and get under the blankets, Jimin's cologne still faintly there. I exhale from my mouth, my mind worn out.

So worn out I didn't notice the framed picture missing from my wall.