Imposter | BTS

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The man named Min Yoongi had his phone charging after a sudden shut of battery loss.

But still, it was scary. The night was already terrifying with storms of snow blowing over his window before it fogs everything up the glass.

The heater was weak, it was just broken not long ago and he was too lazy to buy a new one. Now he regrets it. The warmth it gave wasn't enough as it is, his hands and feet still felt like frostbites if not for the thick wool of gloves and socks.

He distracts himself. He thought about something else, perhaps playing around with the TV's remote could do better than an imaginary fire. As the TV channels flicker by, none seems to interest him but then again I wouldn't be ideal to watch a romance movie when you have no one to cuddle with.

As soon as he had gotten bored, Yoongi went back to the windows. He opens the curtain once more to check on the hail in hopes of it stopping sooner than he expected.

Unfortunately that was the case. But something— something bigger happens. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He may not have the best vision but that was no block of ice in front of his home.

It was a car covered in snow to make it as if it was a large snow ball.

The hail was strong but not strong enough to break windows or do any dangers.

But again, he wasn't blind

He saw it.

Two eyes

Gazes that were at him.

He closes the curtain and shuts the lights that were lit in the room.

He's being watched. He wonder if the mysterious silhouette have left already due to being caught. He didn't dare to look back.

He was on the floor just under the window. He was behind a wall but he couldn't help but to press his knees to his chest.

Fear consumes him.

He looks over his phone. A lot of time has passed and it was already half across the bar. He didn't want for more to read the late texts in the dark.

His notifications were crazy. Some being games waiting to be updated but the majority of them was the texts from his friends.

"Fuck, why does it have to be me. Jin didn't got it either." He curses, his breath spits through the thin air as he scrolls more.

There was a text. A chilly text from the unknown number. He couldn't believe himself but he resolved himself to change to contact number— and wrote it as his dead friend.

But no. That's not what he's worried about.

Taehyung(?)
Hyungie
Do you mind if I watch you?

More shivers went down his spine. His face drops all the remaining color as his jaw hang open. The amount of shivers his phone had to take were starting to give him a hard time to properly read something.

He just hoped.. nothing like a horror movie would start. Everything was just a prank. Nothing is real. This is all just a joke being set up on him.

If only he didn't know Taehyung

He wouldn't get this message

He just hoped that meeting Taehyung was only a dream.

Knock knock knock

The sound of banging in his front door made him jump.

Who is that?

He didn't order any takeouts.

Is that the stalker?

...

...

...

Taehyung?

He walks slowly to the door. The banging is no more. Maybe the person left?

From the small horizontal hole in his door, there slipped a small envelope, fitted to be called a mail. Peeping through the hole was useless as no man or woman stood out in this hail.

Yoongi moves away, observes the letter with only a flashlight of his cellphone. He hesitates about this envelope, there was nothing inside that he could deduct to be papers, yet it wasn't any heavier than paper either.

He breathes. Flipping the entrance of the item open to dig in the insides.

He digs inside of what he thinks to he air and wet walls inside before he contacted something at the bottom end.

He winches when he felt something to be prickly and rusty on his fingertips. It wasn't enough to bleed him.

He pulls the item out regretless but immediately panics and the process threw his phone away to the hard floor.

Bloody- bloody staples.

Taehyung(?)
Hope you loved my present ♥️