𖧷︎𑁍︎ Yoonjin One Shots 𑁍︎𖧷︎

The gifted one...

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A story about a boy who created a science experiment for the sake of keeping someone close to him. Even though that person is still alive...

Eyes with chocolate and hair like caramel. I was startled at the sight of it. I focused on him and only him. His eyes were filled with fear and we're puffy. As if he just cried. His light brown hair twirled up in a wild tornado. His pink cotton sweater that reached below his torso and scrunched up from his wrist to his arms. The boy...

He was so good looking...

As if an angel that was rewarded and favored by God to have such amazing looks. His facial structure, his flawless skin, and chubby cheeks. His small hamster nose and beautifully plump lips that attracted many was a gift. Everything complimented his face.

I suddenly snapped out of my thought, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat as I looked away from the man in front of me. I then look back up to see him still staring at me with his glossy eyes. I raised my hand, only for the beautiful figure to imitate me. Startled, I jotted back softly. He repeated my movement. His expression was the same as mine. Everything was the same as mine.

I felt my head swirl as my breath got heavier. I then jumped up feel a vibration in my pocket.

What was it?

I slowly pulled the rectangle item out of my pocket. Displaying a screen that read...

Yoongi...

Yoongi?

But wouldn't it say scam?

Looked at the time to see that it was 12 am. Why would someone call me at 12 am?

Out of temptation and curiosity, I placed my finger over the answer button as the phone continued to vibrate my core.

If I have no idea who this is...

Should I answer it?...

The screen suddenly went black. The vibration stopped as my finger laid only 1 centimeter away from pushing the button.

I sighed and shook my head. I looked back up to see the same boy staring back at me. I groaned and walked away into an empty hallway that seemed familiar.

It was warmly lit as I walked down the wooden floor halls. I went downstairs only for my attention to be taken away when I saw wooden squares that held a paper.

Papers with colorful ink showed that man who I just encountered a few seconds ago. The gifted one. He laid right next to a boy who had black hair and pale skin. The other boy seemed the complete opposite of the gifted one. It was as if light had a shadow.

The brighter the light...

The darker the shadow...

I continued to look at the papers inked with people when I was stocked to hear jingles at a rectangular tall box on the wall with a square transparent material that was covered by a white sheet. I was glued to the stairs as I bent down, trying to hide, but was failing miserably. The rectangular object suddenly became empty as a man walked in. His pitch-black hair and a black mask that covered his face. I held onto the brown railings as I watched him put the rectangle back together.