2099 | bts

new year's

you tapped your foot anxiously against the cold tiled floor of your apartment, nervously glancing at your battered laptop every so often. you chewed on the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

just 20 more minutes before the launch of the new range of appliances by nyp corp. you had been assigned a task to book a bulk order of the company's new line before it got sold out.

nervously waiting for the clock to strike 12, you were oblivious to the fireworks outside.

"god, people are so uncultured. what if it's the new year? you shouldn't pollute!" you groaned, shrinking back into your desk chair.

most of your colleagues were out partying or drinking while you were stuck with work. however, you were the only one to blame for this mishap.

when your boss had offered overtime with extra pay that everyone else had refused, you just couldn't decline it. extra money was always good; new year or not.

and besides, it's not like you even had anyone to hang out with on occasions like these. better earn rather than lazing around uselessly all day.

"ah, im getting thirsty sitting and waiting here!" you got up from your desk irritatedly, heading to your small, dimly lit kitchen. the apartment you'd rented wasn't too big nor too small. it was just right and suited all your needs perfectly. the house had a very homely and cozy feel to it.

you poured yourself a glass of lukewarm water before rushing back to work. the tips of your fingers were turning pale due to the cold, so you slipped on a much-too-large sweatshirt that lay strewn on your bedside carelessly. the edges of the sweatshirt were frayed from overuse and reached your mid-thigh, almost covering the shorts you wore underneath.

you stared back at the screen. 10 minutes.

"what a boring life." you thought to yourself and sighed.

a slight commotion outside the house intermingled with the loud fireworks and countdown going on outside ticked you off. it was uncommon for the corridor to be noisy at this time.

"must be those stupid teens getting drunk and doing foolish things again! kids these days-" you groaned before mentally cringing at how old and 'uncool' you'd just sounded.

8 minutes.

the commotion outside only grew louder.

7 minutes.

"ah, whatever... it won't take long."
curiosity got the best of you as you got up to unlatch the locked door.

just as you swung the door open, you heard heavy footsteps scurrying down the stairs.

"what the hell-" you muttered under your breath. you looked left and right but there was no one.

instinctively, you opened the safety door to step out and get a proper look. this was all too weird.

6 minutes.

your breath got caught in your throat at the sight infront of you.

a boy lay rolled on his side, clad in all black, bleeding crimson all over the beige tiles of the building.

"holy fuck. oh fuck." a string on curse words left you in panic.

5 minutes.

calling for help would be useless. there was no one home here at this time anyway, you were positive.

call the ambulance? no, it's new year's. they'll take too long. his wound is very deep and he'll bleed out and die by then.

the only option remaining was to take matters into your own hands and that is just what you did.

all that medic training from when you were in highschool would have to pay off someday.

you dragged the body in somehow, hands freezing from the cold outside, and propped the boy up against your living room wall before grabbing the emergency medical kit you kept in your bedside drawer.

4 minutes.

you recalled the first aid protocol they'd given you in honors biology, sophomore year of high school.

the boy's eyes were only halfway shut and he was gasping for air. you assessed the situation and applied pressure to the bleeding area then securing it with gauze and a stretch bandage.

blood had never scared you more.

"please, please, please don't die." your voice was soft and pleading in its tone. your open laptop lay forgotten on your desk.

you turned the boy over to face you, his face and hair covered in cold sweat. he was pale as a ghost, naturally or due to the bleeding; you weren't very sure. features sharp, he was undeniably handsome.

raven black hair covered his glistening forehead.

"please don't die." you repeated yourself once more while applying pressure to his wound. the bleeding had lessened by a lot now so you were considering getting some cold water to splash at the stranger's face.

and when you were least expecting it, looking back at you were the most mesmerising midnight black eyes you'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.

a loud burst of firecrackers outside and deafening cheers gave off that it was finally the new year.

your own eyes widened instantly in surprise at the now conscious stranger. it was only then that you became aware of the space, or rather, lack thereof between the two of you.

moving backwards you spoke, embarrassed, "you were um uhh bleeding all over my floor so i thought i'd-" you rambled nervously, at a sheer loss of words.

the boy blinked patiently, observing your every action.

"are you mihyang? cho minhyang?" he spoke, startling you. his voice was low and held a lot of gravity; it sounded like a coarse but gentle whisper. a beautiful voice, all in all.

"uh right that's me, but why do you ask? and how do you know my name?"

the boy got up swiftly from his position on the floor, approaching you with long strides. you sat dumbfounded on the floor, a little farther away from him.

"dude, you really shouldn't be moving with that mammoth wound-" you rambled as he kept coming nearer and nearer. your face was flushed as you tugged on your hoodie in nervousness.

'who the fuck had i just let into my apartment?'

he stopped just an inch or so from you, much to your  relief. crouching down, he lowered his head down to your level. the two of you now stood face to face. you took in a sharp breath upon seeing that the blood under the stranger's black tshirt had as though, evaporated into thin air. there was no trace of the stab wound where a steady stream of colour had so recently been flowing.

what the fresh fuck.

you adjusted your gaze back to the boy, now growing rather scared looking at his pitch black eyes than mesmerised.

he had been calculating your every move, his sight unmoving from you. it was not before long when he spoke again, in that same hauntingly nostalgic voice,

"i hope you'll come back home, mihyang."

with those words, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you melted instantly into his touch.

a faint thought tugging at your mind before it all turned to black,

'what the fresh fuck.'