Y/n has never once believed in ghosts. She always thought they were excuses to scare people, and she hated horror movies. Not because they were scary, no, because they were idiotic.
But what if she somehow finds herself seeing figures and bunking w...
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Your breathing stopped and before you could stop yourself you had jumped out of the bath splashing water all over the floor. Almost slipping and falling you fumbled as you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself. You rushed out of your apartment, slamming the door. With the towel tight around your body you stared at the mahoganny door in front of you. Your body shook rapidly from not only the cool air circulating throughout the hallway, but also from fear. The immense fear. It held tight onto your lungs and body until you couldn't feel a thing other than your rapid heartbeat.
A tear or two ran down your cheeks as you continued to stare at the door, panic and anxiety rising in you at every passing minute. Why you? Moving out here was supposed to be a good thing, and it was only your second week in the house. Why? You failed to notice your nakedness as you stood in the middle of the hallway. All you were worried about was what was hiding behind the door to the room 604. More tears left your eyes without your permission as panic slithered through your throat and gripped it tightly. You never felt something so intense as this in your life. Is this what people call a panic attack?
Meanwhile, Yoongi had just gotten back from shopping as he stepped out of the elevator with a bag of groceries in his right hand and his phone in his left hand. He had been scrolling and double tapping mindlessly until he heard the sound of silent sobs close to him. His eyebrows squeezed together as he looked up from his phone and realized your figure, shivering in nothing but a towel and staring at a closed door. Sticking his phone in his front pocket, Yoongi traveled a bit closer, footsteps soft. "Hey uh, aren't you that new girl that moved in last week? Why're you-" he stopped abruptly. You turned to him in a quick motion, startled by newfound voice. Yoongi then saw the fear within your eyes and the tears that ran down your face like a river. His eyebrows furrowed on his forehead as he began to walk again. "Hey what's wrong? What happened?" he said softly, realizing your state. You in return furrowed your brows back and a sob left your mouth, "T-t-t-t-there w-w-w-w-was a-a-a-", but you couldn't finish your sentence due to another sob wracking your body. Yoongi knew that he probably wouldn't get a full sentence out of you for awhile, so instead he offered to help. "Geez you look freezing. Come with me, I'll take you to my place and you can get dried up and warm." he said, making sure his voice was light.
You were more than estactic at the offer for help, wanting to be as far as from this apartment as you could. Nodding slowly, you hiccuped, attemping to stop yourself from crying. Nodding back to you Yoongi said, "Come with me." Standing beside you now, Yoongi pressed a light awkward hand on your back, moving you towards your new destination. Room 610. You'd remember that. Digging his hand into his tight jean pocket he dug out his keys and put the needed one the hole, turning right. Opening the door he gestured for you to step in first. You looked at him in approval before you let your uncovered foot step in. Inside there were dark walls littered with different posters and old glowing signs that belonged in bars and on the windows of stores. There was a key board with a stand next to what seemed to be a makeshift desk. Over the coffee table was an open laptop with papers and old cups of coffee scattered around. Amoungst the floor was articles of clothing and kicked around shoes with more papers.
Stepping in after you, Yoongi shut and locked the door. "Sorry for the mess everywhere, I get lazy and I don't usually get guests," he mutters embarrassedly, going to sit his groceries on the littered counter in his kitchen. "Oh fuck! Let me go get you some clothes," he says rushing over to his room, kicking clothes and shoes out of his way. Awkwardly you stood in front of the door hugging your towel close to you, shivering. You let your eyes travel around Yoongi's living space for a while, you could get used to this. After a while Yoongi comes out of his doorway with some neatly folded clothes. "You looked cold so I got some spare sweatpants and a shirt. I hope they aren't too big or small," he says nervously, handing the clothes to you. Nodding you grab the clothes from his hand with one hand while the other holds your towel. After you grabbed the clothes, Yoongi points to his room, "My bathroom is inside of my room if you want to wash up again. Feel free to, I know you're probably feezing." You feel bad for not speaking and just nodding, but you don't think you can form words at the moment.
Nodding again, you trudge into his room and shut the door behind you and lean your head against it. Y/n, what have you gotten yourself into?
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