UNRAVELED // YOONMIN

TITUS

"you look good with silver hair."

The note fluttered to the ground,

Looking harmless,

But with those words a dark shadow began descending over Park Jimin,

Who was it from?

surely, seokjin?

But it wasn't his handwriting,

Then who?

A hand reached for the note,

Brown eyes scanned the words,

And a smooth voice followed,

"they're right, you look good."

It was the boy from the parking lot,

The one who had hugged me,

And somehow such a chilling note seemed so insignificant,

How had he done that?

After that day, I had made sure to find out who this guy was,

Min yoongi,

Nerdy,

Loner,

Pretty.

That's what I had gathered.

It was hard to be friends with him,

People had tried,

But had found him off-putting,

But here he was,

With a cream note in his hands,

And his puppy eyes taking me in.

I said nothing,

Snatched the note and ran,

I didn't know why I did that or why I didn't thank him,

But here I was out of breath in the restroom, mind reeling,

Not from the note but from min yoongi,

Could he have sent the note?

My heart pounded at a deafening volume,

Breathing erratic,

Was that his way of making sure I got it?

No,

Black spots appeared,

No,

Dizziness overtook me,

No,

A scream that never reached it destination,

Lodged itself in my throat,

My body collapsed,

And in front of me,

A pair of black boots,

One heading straight for me.

Then nothing.

When I reawakened,

My head felt as though it had been split into two,

Darkness everywhere,

But the most disturbing part of it all,

Was that it was not empty,

There was someone in here,

Something was breathing in front of me,

Hot breath fanning across my face,

Smelling of acrid beer.

Crackling in the background,

Gun.

"so you're seokjin's bitch?"

A gravely voice spoke up,

Blowing the foul smell into my face.

"I'm no one's bitch, bitch."

I spat at them, hoping that it had somehow hit the unknown man in the face.

"I see why he likes you, too bad."

The man shuffled about rustling with something in a bag.

"Do you like snakes."

Hiss.

Slither.

Shit.

I didn't answer,

Instead I tried to shuffle back, only to held back by some restraint.

"Did you know, it only takes thirty minutes for a king cobra's venom to kill someone?"

He chuckled.

Hiss.

"I hope you like Titus, 

 no, 

I hope he likes you, for your own sake."

A cold scaly form slithered over my leg.

My body tensed up,

Was this really happening right now?

This is something that would happen in a movie,

not real life, right?

"I take back what I said early, I'm Titus's bitch."

I squeaked as I felt the snake on my neck.

Hiss.

The snake was taking his time.

"Well let's hope he doesn't get agitated then."

The voice drifted away.

And in it's place, a thunderous clanking arose,

Getting louder by the second.

HISS.