Night Sky [J.HS x Reader]

- N i n e -

"YOU WHAT!?" I heard Yoongi shouting from out in the kitchen where he was cleaning up with Jin.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I heard Jin shout back in a angered-whiny tone.

"What is going on?!" Jimin shouted as he, Hoseok and I walked into the kitchen after we closed to see what the commotion was about. Although Jimin did attempt to shout it was nearly on the same audiable level as Yoongi and Jin has reached.

"This fuckhead," Yoongi began as he gestured to Jin, "put washing detergent into the dishwasher!"

Jimin looked to Jin with a gaze that told me it wasn't the first time Jin had done this. Jin simply stood with his shoulders slackened and his grin mishchevious.

"We ran out of dishwashing tablets. I had to improvise." Jin defended himself in a tone that made it sound like what he did wasn't so bad after all. However Jimin looked right through his facade.

"Improvise? Like the time when we didn't have any washing detergent so you used bleach?" Jimin's tone sounded like a dangerous one. Hoseok even inched away from Jimin in fear.

"I don't know why you're mad at me for that one. Everything came out the best shade of white you've ever seen." The way Jin was speaking made me wonder if he was dumb or if he actually believed what was coming out of his mouth.

Jimin took in a deep breath and began massaging his temples as he turned away and walked out of the room mumbling "everything I own is black."

•••

After that small upset we closed up the shop for the day and quickly made out way back to our cars and waved our goodbyes to one another.

Yoongi started up the car and we left the car park in a hurry. It seemed like Yoongi had somewhere to be as much as I did. But the speed he was driving at was scaring my poor soul.

"Somewhere to be Yoongi?" I asked him as I gripped onto my seat for dear life. My words snapped Yoongi out of his daze and he slowed down to the proper speed limit- I was already halfway home and we were only in the car for three minutes.

"Actually I do have somewhere to be. I don't want to keep him waiting." When I looked to him I saw his cheeks were rosy with an apples eye in his gaze. I'm glad that he was happy and I was even more glad that he had something to do instead of being by himself all night.

He pulled up on the curb to my apartment and I smiled as I stepped out and looked back to him with a soft grin, "don't keep your prince waiting."

I closed the door and quickly made my way to my apartment as I fumbled with my keys over my own excitement. It was nearly time for me to dance once more and allow my passion to release into the atmosphere after it had been contained for a long while.

I went to my bedroom and changed out of my uniform before slipping into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I was sort of sensitive about who may see me going over to the underground- considering that identities were meant to be kept secret.

I made my way out of my apartment and flicked my hood up over my head as I crossed the clear road and approached the looming mystery of the door that would open to a night of lights and desire.

"Password." A voice called from behind the door. I remembered what the King has told me about the password. It was your underground name- one that you would carry across your shoulders for the rest of your time.

"Queen." I said, trying my best to muster up enough courage to even speak the name I had been given. I heard a chuckle from behind the door before it was opened and I was granted access.

As I walked in, I swore I heard someone mumble very distinctly, "new blood."

I looked down the dark corridor I was walking towards when I saw the familiar movement of the lights that I had longed to see for what felt like the longest time. When I entered the room I saw my cheek glow with the pattern that had been drawn upon me and now I planned to gain another pattern to gain recognition for my talent.

I flicked my hood down and smiled as I saw no familiar faces- but familiar patterns. King was who stood out from the rest. His patterns were unmatched to everyone else's and yet he treated them all like his equal.

"Mesmerising, isn't it?" A voice came from beside me. I turned and was met with a male form with perhaps three more patterns than I had.

"It is," I answered in a small voice as I gave him a smile- although I wasn't sure if he could see it, "are you new as well?" I asked him and watched as the stranger nodded as he fiddled with his hands.

"I've only been here for a month now. I better introduce myself sorry," he extended a hand with a wide smile as I took it and introduced himself,

"I'm the wacky dude from space they call, Alien."