I Know I Sound Crazy - Min Yoongi x Reader (Vampire AU)

Chapter 1

"I can't believe you lied to me," you sighed deeply, bowing your head forward to emphasise your disappointment, "You promised! We were gonna play cards, watch terrible movies and everything!" You switched tactics and instead looked up at her face, brows furrowed and eyes wide with your hands clasped in front of you in a pleading motion.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I really did think I was going to be here this weekend but my work just called and it's really important." Your mother looked down at you, the pleading puppy eyes having no affect on her. "I promise I'll be back Monday morning." She tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"You better, it's the first day of my last year in that godsforsaken hell hole, if you don't walk me to the gate and kiss me goodbye I am afraid I will break down into tears on the spot," you waggled a finger in her face in mock warning and she simply laughed.

"As you wish my darling." She picked up her suitcase and gave you one more apologetic look. "Now, you be good. I won't even bother telling you the rules, I've abandoned you enough times for you to know them off by heart, just make sure to not lock yourself in here for the whole fourty-eight hours."

You scoffed sarcastically, "What are you even talking about, I've got four parties and both my boyfriends invited me to hangout," you joked and your mother laughed loudly. You had no parties and no boyfriends, and you both knew that.

"I'll see you in a couple days," she gave you a final hug, and you squeezed her back tightly. It was only a weekend that she was going to be gone, but you loved your mother dearly and she was your greatest friend. And you weren't the best at taking care of yourself.

"Bye, bye," you waved at your mother as she disappeared behind the door, leaving you standing in the front hall, pouting quietly. You were going to go and eat ice cream in your room now. Because you could.

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Luckily for your mother, you were not going to be spending the whole weekend locked away in your tiny two bedroom house. Unluckily for you, it was because you had work. Whilst they did give you money, which you very much appreciated and enjoyed spending on useless things, it also meant you got to get screamed at by many, many unhappy people. It was the way of retail, there was not a single day that went by in which someone did not care to share their opinion of how much they hated the store, something they bought from the store, or somebody that worked in the store, which most of the time, was you. After all this time, you still simply stood there and listened to it all, smiling widely as if they were simply telling you about a new movie they had seen and not that they were telling you that you were worthless at your job.

As you were doing now.

"Are you thick or something? Sometimes the audacity that people like you have to treat a paying customer like this! I should speak to your manager but I don't feel like wasting another second of my time with this clownery." A middle aged man was standing in front of you, his face had gone red from all the yelling he had done and spittle was flying out the sides of his mouth. It really was a horrifying sight to see.

"Apologies for that sir. Did you want your items in a bag?" If you were being honest, you had tuned out his words a few minutes ago. You'd heard it all before so you needn't listen to it again, and your shift was ending in a couple minutes, so you were studiously watching the clock as the hands ticked away.

"Yes, of course I want my things in a bag!" He snapped. You answered by widening your already painfully wide smile and sliding his things into a plastic bag before handing it all to him.

"Hope you have a good night," you beamed and watched as his face darkened a few more shades of red, clearly upset you were responding to his outrage with sunshine smiles and kind words. It did seem to stump him though, as he didn't say another word before storming out of the store, practically leaving a trail of steam in his wake. You dropped the smile from your face and rubbed your ridiculously sore cheeks. You massaged them diligently, glad that the store was almost empty so you didn't have to be fake happy anymore. You were simply standing there, looking wistfully at the time on the wall when you felt uncannily like you were being watched. Turning around slowly, you saw a guy, maybe around your age, black haired and fair skinned. You would have thought he was attractive if it wasn't for the way he was staring straight at you.

"Can I help you?" You asked when he didn't drop the stare. You words must have stirred him into action as he jumped in surprise and instantly looked away, muttering something under his breath about being fine and not needing your help. He then quickly scuttled off and out of the store. Strange. Very strange. But not the strangest thing to have happened to you while working here.

Eyes on the clock, you watched it count down the minutes until it hit nine o'clock. You nearly whooped in joy when it did. Sliding off your lanyard and dropping it in your pigeon hole, you clocked off, letting out a very big sigh of relief. You said goodbye to your manager and left. You would have had a skip in your step in excitement for finishing if you weren't so bone dead tired. And that was another shitty thing about your mother not being here, you had to walk home from work. A whole kilometer that always felt like ten when you had just finished your shift. It didn't help that the fear of murder was always accompanying you when you walked home in the dark.

Nonetheless, the sooner you started walking, the sooner you would be home, so you set off down the road, and tried to focus on how pretty the night sky was, and not what the hell could be hiding in the shadows.

About halfway to your house, much more sweaty and out of breath than you would have liked to admit, you felt a chill run up your spine and that feeling of having a pair of eyes watching your every move came roaring back. It was enough to make you stop in your spot. Terrified of what the hell was making you feel this way, you slowly spun around in your spot, taking time to deeply observe every shape and shadow to try and figure out if there actually was anything around you. Your eyes snagged on a shadow that seemed fuller than the rest, as if there was something standing in it. You almost yelped when the shadow moved out from where it was standing and directly into the silvery moonlight. It was that young guy from the store. The one who was staring at you. If you thought he was weird before, you were definitely taken aback by his behavior now. He was staring straight back at you, bent forward slightly and eyebrows furrowed like he was analysing you deeply.

"Hey! Are you following me?" You knew it was a stupid question to ask but what the hell else were you supposed to say to someone who seemed a lot like they were stalking you? As soon as you spoke though, you watched the young guy's eyes widen like saucers before he stumbled backwards and disappeared into the shadows almost immediately. You did not know what to think about that. You definitely did not feel safe out in the dark anymore, but you had no other way to get home. The feeling of being watched hadn't left but it definitely wasn't as strong as it was before. Even if you were being watched by hundreds of people right now, you did the only thing that seemed like the safest option in that moment; you absolutely gunned it down the road, sprinting as fast as you could until you reached your little two bedroom house. You let yourself in as quickly as you could and slammed the door shut behind you, sliding the deadbolt closed. Man, your mother was going to go nuts when she heard about this.