you are my sunshine.. my only sunshine
hoseok
i walked out of my room, my thin legs shaking. i just woke up so im a little shaky.
i rubbed my crusty eyes and walked to the table. my eyes snap to face the digital clock.
3:00am.
i can go out, right?
i grabbed my rilakkuma mouth mask and walk out the door, keys hanging from my pale finger.
i swung it around as i walk around the streets. my frosty breath quickens as i see a unfamilar shadow.
ahg, stop it hoseok. its just your imagination. relax.
my body lets go of its tenseness, relaxing once again. i buried my face in the over-sized, mustard yellow, wool turtleneck, cold. my burgundy eyes wander the streets, trying to find something interesting to do.
my pupils dilate as i spot a small, bagel cafe. i walked across the crosswalk to reach the small, humble bagel cafe.
a woman with a pastel yellow wool sweater is sitting on a dark oak wood stool, leaning on her elbow, half asleep.
i slightly tapped the woman's arm, her head flinging upwards, nearly hitting my face.
"o-oh! sorry!" she politely bows.
as she bowed, her name-tag planted on her sweater said seulgi.
"its alright. anyways, can i order eight plain bagels?" i asked.
"sure! it will cost 20$." she said with a smile, adjusting her circle, brown glasses.
i took out 20$ out of my pocket, handing it to the lady. she handed me the bag of bagels waves.
"have a nice day, sir!" seulgi yelled in a nice tone, saying goodbye.
"you too!" i replied as a jingle plays as i exit the door.
i walked back to the house, unwrapping all of the bagels. i go in each of everybody's room and place a plain bagel on their bedside.
i tiptoed out of the last room.
yoongi's.as i walked out, i felt a bony finger poke the back of my head. yoongi placed his chin on my shoulder, looking at the bagel.
"did you give me one?" the short black haired boy asked me.
i nodded, ruffling his hair.
"hey. dont touch me." yoongi pouts, pushing me slightly.
"now, what are you doing awake?" i asked the tired boy.
"i heard you placing the bagel on-top of my bedside. you're not very quiet," yoongi replied.
"wow.. thanks," i say sarcastically.
"anyways, go back to bed. ill go back to bed too," i said as i guide the tired black haired boy to his bed.
i closed the lights and walk out of his room, closing the door.
i walked to my room and eat my bagel quietly. my phone vibrates on my bedside and i swiftly grab it.
its from seokmin (sevENTEEN TEEN TEEN)
seokminnie
wazssupz hobiii~
howZ liFE dudeee
read at 3:45amhoseok
seokminiie... are you drunk?
read at 3:49amseokminnie
whaaaatz no iM jusst havingg fuun
duuddee
read at 3:51amhoseok
shit dude do you have a soberdriver??
read at 3:57seokminnie
whaatzzt that???2
read at 4:00amhoseok
fuck hold on seokminiie ill be there in a second.i burst into panic as i ran out of my door, grabbing the keys of the old car in our garage.
ok so yeah im a hardcore seventeen stan ok dont hurt me
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Fanfictionsu·per·nat·u·ral so͞opərˈnaCH(ə)rəl adjective 1. (of a manifestation or event) attributed to some force beyond scientific understanding or the laws of nature. "a supernatural being" synonyms: paranormal, psychic, magic, magical, occult, mystic, myst...