7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

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"I like you." I admitted, facing the man with tossled blonde hair. "I said I like you, don't you like me?"

He stared at me, his face familiar but a name never coming to my mind. "Why do you like me?"

"Why not? There is nothing wrong with liking you."

His mouth pulled into a maddening smile, one that just makes him look utterly insane. "You like crazy people? Is that it? Can't you see that I'm not like you? You pretend to care! That's all you do! You don't care!"

He pulled out a pocket knife and ran his finger along the blade, smirking at me in the process as droplets of blood trickled down the blade and his finger.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, fear coursing through my body like electric impulses as he took a step towards me.

"I'm insane. Can't you see it?" He lost his maddening smile as tears trickled down his face. "Why are you calling me insane? I'm not insane. I'm just like you and everyone else."

"I didn't!" I cried as well, my heart clenching with pain as I watched him, helplessly.

"Shouldn't we stop this?" He sobbed. "Can I go in peace?"

"Do you have to go? I don't want you too.."

"But you failed." He choked a bit, his cheeks soaked with tears.

"I'm sorry... Do you have to go?"

"Would you like to come with me?"

"Can I go with you?"

"Of course.." He stepped closer to me, his maddening smile returned. "It's easy.."

"I don't think I should."

"I thought you said you liked me." He titled his head to the side and raised the knife as tears began flowing down his face again. "You never cared for me!" He took a jab at himself, the small knife puncturing through his chest and his body vanished into thin air.

Only a sentence lingered in the air.

"Don't be a second late."

I screamed a bit as I jolted into a sitting position, panting. What was that? I glanced around, patting myself to make sure I was fine and I was awake.

Did I dream of Yoongi? Was that Yoongi? Why can't I picture what that dream man looked like anymore?

My phone rang in the darkness of my room and I reached for my end table, answering my phone.

"You're up? Good." Namjoon sounded panicked again. "Go to Yoongi's house. I know.. This is the second time I had you make a late at night trip to his house. But please do it.."

I hung up and flung myself out of bed, lazily pulling sweatpants over my legs and a sweatshirt over my body. Chico barked at all the random movement going on as I frantically got on my shoes, money in my room as I bolted out of my house and down the steps.

Are the buses still running? I decided to call a taxi just to be safe, telling them to hurry as I ran back into my house and grabbed enough for the fare.

By the time I returned back outside, the taxi was there and I handed him money before hand, telling him where to go in a breathless voice.

From: Namjoon

Hana

To: Namjoon

I'm coming!!