Perpetual Rain ✓

Gone

Finally stepping through that hotel room door you were met with a displacing sight. You weren't in Finland any longer, there was no snow on the ground and no cold nipping the air. You were now standing on the sidewalk of a damp street, transported to someplace new in the blink of an eye just as Taeyung usually did.

Quickly glancing back even the door you had just stepped through was gone, the knob in your hand faded away as if it was never even there. This had to be a dream.

"You've been causing quite a lot of trouble for myself and other reapers." A dark, deep voice hissed from somewhere, an unfamiliar voice that instantly made your blood run cold. You were felt frozen by the ice that filled your veins. "I've had enough."

Gathering your strength you managed to turn your head and look at who was acknowledging you. You only knew of two people who were capable of seeing you, of talking to you, so who was this?

"Who are--" You tried to speak as you demanded your legs to turn and meet the stranger that was standing in the middle of the street now. You took on the defense, hardening your feet into the pavement as you met his daunting gaze.

Dark, nearly pitch black eyes boring holes into you as your eyes washed over his slender and meek frame. Though, despite his stature, he looked anything but weak. His gaze alone demanded attention, his voice forced obedience, his postures commanded respect. You had never met a man who could strike such fear in you with a simple flutter of his lashes.

"I'm the end." He cut you off simply, letting his sleek lips dragging such cryptic words. "I'm your end." He took a solitary step forward, closing the distance between your frames with what you assumed would just be a foot in length, but when your eyes fell shut for just a second to blink he was inches from your face. "I am death."

Death? The Death? No, this couldn't be right, this had to be a bad dream. Then again, that seemed unlikely since you had not dreamt since your death. No peaceful imagined dancing wildly in your mind in the night. It was always just nothingness. So if this wasn't a dream, then what was it?

Perhaps he was another reaper with a bad sense of humor? One of Jimin or Taehyung's reaper friends pulling a sick prank on you, but they couldn't be that cruel could they?

"Why are you--"

"I told you, you're causing trouble." His head tilted slowly to the side as if there was a ball joint in his neck two years past its need for oil. It was menacing and slow. "You're causing me trouble, and it needs to end. Now."

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about." Your head jerked to the side, breaking apart the closeness he had formed, wishing you could step back and step away but still you were paralyzed. Unsure if it was due to your own fear or some supernatural cause.

"I haven't done anything to you." You added quickly, voice rushed and breathy as the air around you seemed to grow thinner. Your hands at your side clenched to fits, shaking uncontrollably.

He leaned in, bringing his lips near your ear that was now perfectly in line with him. He barely even needed to lean to meet your height. You could hear him breathing, slow and timed. Your legs begging you to run the other way.

" 'We'll run from the gods together' " he quoted, letting the S's in his sentence draw out like a snake at the realization of what he might know hit you. "I'm the God you've been running from."

Your eyes went wide and your head snapped back in his direction, in pure shock. It was almost as if your eyelids had disappeared entirely as he cocked his head back to meet your gaze. He remained cold, emotionless and calculated, completely unmoved by your surprise.

"It seems now you believe me." His shoulders bounced lazily and much to your relief he was the one to take a step back. It felt as if a bolder was being lifted off your chest the further he got from you. "We're going to need to have a chat, Y/N."

He turned from you and began to wander down the empty street. His boots clicking against the wet ground as if counting the seconds it took you to respond. You stared at his empty back, his callused hands clasped behind him calmly and the street lights illuminating the silver hair atop his head. Despite the dated color of his hair, he looked barely older than yourself.

"Come." He commanded. With no request or hint of kindness in his single worded order. You watched him for a long moment longer before feeling compelled to do as you were told.

Hesitantly you stepped forward, venturing from the safety of the sidewalk and into the dimly lit street. You followed behind him, slacking behind by a good ten feet as your terror made each step seem heavy and your muscles felt weak.

It went against everything in you to so obediently follow a stranger, but to many things coursed through your mind. What would he do to you if you didn't obey? Would he hurt you? Would he lock you away? Would he go after Taehyung or Jimin instead?

It was the unknown you feared more than the man himself. It was their spirits you cared for more than your own now. It was your devotion to him that made you so complacent. If following this man down a dark, rainy street might keep them safe, we'd walk forward. You'd do it for them... you'd do it for him.