My Strawberry Boy

First Encounter

This happens all the time. I trust someone and get too close then they play me and brush me off. Here I am standing in front of my mirror with red puffy eyes and tear stains on my cheeks looking at myself in the mirror. If you look at my arms you will see that they're covered at ALL times. Long sleeves or a hoodie. Never are they uncovered in school. I stare at my long sleeve shirt and pull up one of my sleeves to see fading white ridges or in most cases, newly fresh ones. I was never the type of kid to do this when down but as I got older and the years got worse, it was almost impossible to not think that way. I open a little drawer in my bathroom and reach all the way to the back where I find a little bag of a white powder. I pour a small section onto my bathroom counter and pull out a card from my back pocket. I'd say I've done this a couple of times but not too many. I know how much I can handle and no one knows about this. I only have 2 friends that I trust but even they don't know about my addiction. I start separating the white substance into small thin lines and by the time I'm done I have about 5 lines in front of me.
After my third line I hear the door unlock but I just don't care, I could just be hearing things. As I do one more I see a person walk in but my vision starts to go blurry. Once my sight clears up a little, I attempt to make my way downstairs to grab something to eat, not caring about the figure I saw, again it could just be because I'm high. My parents kicked me out so I live on my own now, I have all the time and freedom to do as I please and there is no one there to stop me. As I walk down the stairs I see that shadow again. I go to switch on the lights and I grab an apple from the counter. Out of nowhere I started giggling and laughing. I trip over my feet and sing a song to myself
"Give me reasons we should be complete
You should be with him, I can't compete
You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well
Can't you see?
I don't wanna slow dance
In the dark"
I plop on the couch and watch my cat crawl up to me. I put on a sad smile and pet him softly. His name is Munchkin and he's all white
I love my cat and he is the only one who actually helps me. It may seem like every pet does that but it's like he just knows what to do and when to come. I hear a noise upstairs and stay quiet.
Nothing is heard but a few seconds later a hear the floor creak. I grab the closest thing to me to protect myself. I start silently crying out of fear and with wobbly legs make my way up the stairs. I walk slowly and softly trying to muffle the sounds of my cries. I made it to the top and slowly I opened my bedroom door, flipped the light switch on and I see my picture frame of my cousin and I. My cousins name is J-hope and he is always a very supportive person. He helped me when my family kicked me out and he let me cry on his shoulder when i was feeling depressed. I picked up the picture frame and carefully put it back on my dresser. I looked around and then again I hear the floor creak. I turn around and see a pale male not much taller than me, I back away has he continued to walk towards me. Panic was the only thing that I felt. His face was covered with a mask and he was dressed in all black. You could tell he worked out due to how well fit his body looked. "You're cute" he says in a low voice "I-" I said shakily and then I see black.

Yoongays POV:
I was in the middle of pick locking a door to this random apartment door. I was bored and a little high so I had the great idea to break into a house. If I decide not to steal shit maybe I'll kill someone, who knows. As soon as I hear the tiny click meaning I unlocked the door I pull up my mask and carefully walk into the house. It was a nice house not much in it though.
It was a comfy home and there wasn't much to take but I started looking around and noticed a white cat. It was kind of chubby but still cute. I walked over to it and pet it lightly making it purr. It was a very pretty cat. I stopped petting it after a while and went to the kitchen to look for anything interesting. Nothing. I make my way upstairs and see a door wide open, as I get closer I grab onto my knife. When I get to the door I see a blond haired guy with lines of powder. Cocaine. I stand there for a second and he looks up but doesn't do anything about me, so I keep walking around. He won't be able to even stand straight when he's done so i'm not afraid to get caught. After making my way into the small boys room I see the bathroom lights turn off and the door opening. I quickly hide and once I get up I hear a singing but it was soft-
"Give me reasons we should be complete
You should be with him, I can't compete
You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well
Can't you see?
I don't wanna slow dance
In the dark"
I smile at myself and enjoy the sound for the short time it's happening. His voice is really beautiful and angelic. I like it. As I'm looking I see a photo frame with the blond and Jhope!? How does he know hobi? I put the photo down but it falls on the floor making a very loud noise. I try make my way out into the hallway and I quickly hide against the wall and he walks right past me. He has some sort of thin stick in his hand to protect himself, how cute. Instead of trying to leave I follow behind him as he walks into his room. He stops at the photo frame that was on the floor of him and jhope. He looked sad and for some reason I wanted to hug him. Odd. He picks up the frame and puts the photo down and turns his head. I try to back out and the damn floor creaks again, he turns his head and I just said the first thing that came to mind "You're cute" is all I could think, the little panic in his face looks adorable."I- I" he said in a shaky voice. I look at him as his eyes start to fall. Oh no, before he could hit the floor and run over and catch him. I could see his face close up and he's beautiful.