Fallen For You (REWRITTEN)

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Hoseok was a social butterfly. WAS. Ever since he went to Bulletproof Academy, he's been getting this sick churning feeling in his stomach that someone is staring at him. 

At first Hoseok thought he was being too self conscious since everyone in school would always stare at him, especially when his accompanied with Jin and Taehyung. Only this time, the feeling got worse. Each time he would walk across the quiet study halls, there would be a pair of dark globes stalking him behind the giant shelves. Hoseok first noticed them last week when he was walking to the exit, only to have forgotten his assignment that was left at the table.

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It was dark since it was nighttime and the only source of light was coming from his torchlight and he was the only student there. He quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt, as he felt a slight chill running down his spine. Yes, he is a demon. Yes, he had worked for Lucifer and he was a commander of an army but that didn't change the fact that he he hates anything that could be linked to a horror film. 

Just as Hoseok was about to pick up his assignments, a sudden shift was heard behind the book shelves. With a big gulped, he slowly moved his trembling hands towards the sound and pointed his torchlight, hoping that it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Adrenaline starts pumping to his heart and sweat beading down from his forehead despite it being a cold night. 

" Um.... h-hello?"

Hoseok mentally cursed himself.  Usually the person who calls out to the darkness would get slaughter. Still, Hoseok hated the silence, it was eating him alive and he rather talked to the air than get suffocated by it. 

Suddenly, a movement was caught, Hoseok took a side glance to his left and crept towards the source. He peeked in between the gaps in the shelf only to be met with deep heavy breaths, or was it panting?

Two piercing dark orbs appeared in the darkness and Hoseok yelped. That was his limit. He rather be a coward than face his fear. He started mumbling incoherent words, stumbling backwards and let out a girlish scream. He grabbed his things and ran towards the exit. 

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Hoseok is not a fool, maybe. But it was ridiculously foolish to accidentally dropped his phone when he ran away last time. So there he was in the fucking hell hall, trying to find his phone that he lost for a week. He thought of living without a phone but he bickered with Jin for a few times because of it. 

" How the fuck am I supposed to know where you are, what you do, what you want and if there were emergencies how am I supposed to call you?"

No one can win a fight against Jin. No one.

When Hoseok finally lost the courage to venture further into the halls to search for his damn phone, a hand reached out to him. Unconsciously, his body went into defence mode and charged at the person, knocking the other down with a side punch to the head.

" Ouch... What the fuck was that?!" 

"......Min Yoongi?"

" Yes Jung Hoseok. I know my name, you don't have to remind me."

Yoongi rubbed the aching pain at his head and gave the younger a glare.

" W-What are you doing here at night?" Hoseok stuttered, trying to avoid the others gaze.

" I came here to give this to you." Yoongi gave Hoseok his phone and just left him alone.

Hoseok stared at him bewildered by the other's action. 

Why was he so kind? Didn't he hate me? Why the fuck does he have my phone? How the fuck does he know its MY phone? ...... Was he that same person that night?

Suddenly, Yoongi stopped in his track and turned to look at him. Hoseok  kept his gaze firmly when the older smirked at him before he turned his back and continued walking. Hoseok felt like a prey. From his experience in the battlefield, he knows how to distinguish a predator  when he sees one. 

He realised that Min Yoongi is the predator and he's his prey.

" ... Oh...fuck my life." 

Hi! Sorry for the very long wait. I've been very busy with art and because of it I don't have time to study for my other subjects and my exams are coming soon.... TBH I'm just lazy. Art is stealing my soul and I have to build up my muscles for health check. UGHHH

I'm doing another story and I hope you'll read it. It's actually meant to be very dark like Killing Stalking but my friend has a weak stomach for this type of genre. So I'm trying to make it mild, fluffy and maybe a bit dark. HeHe. Just a bit tho...... Maybe. Cause I'm a huge fan of gore. I love Berserk.