The diary (Yoongi X Y/n)

1- Icy blue

I was there again, there in the woods, not knowing how or why I came here. My eyes widened with concern as I looked wildly around to find a resort. But everything is just forest. My eyes reached no end, like a bottomless hole. My feet dropped into the soft moss, making it soft to run. The fog pulled in and made it more difficult to see. My head ached and hurt, and my legs could collapse any second. My arm tore at a branch, it bleed, but I didn't care.

Out of exhaustion, I lay flat on the ground, without hope. Tears streamed like rivers down my cheeks, but I wasn't about to give up, not now, but my heart had almost no hope left. Suddenly I saw a glimpse of a light on the left side. I stood on wobbly legs and cast a glance to the left, where was the end! My heart was filled with hope and I suddenly had the strength to run, I ran towards the exit. But before I made it all became black ...

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I flew out of my bed, exhausted and drenched in sweat. I looked around confused and saw that I was lying on my bed. My head ached, making me sick. In the last few days the dream has been the same. I looked at the alarm clock which showed 7:08. Same time too. The worst thing was that I didn't know why. I cast a quick glance at my mirror I had in my room.

I looked right into my desperate, ice-blue eyes. Everything was just a dream! Or were they? I shook my thoughts and extended my hand to the bedside table for the mobile. But my hands took in something else .

"What the ..?"

I said with a questioning voice.

I lifted the object with my hand and brought it to my face.

"What !!"

It was a book. The book looked very old and worn. On the front it was in capital letters "DIARY". I looked incomprehensibly at the book, but looked up and saw the carton on the mat. We had just moved here, I had just been able to set the bed and hang up the mirror yet.

The bedside table had been there when we arrived, and it was fine so I kept it. I came to think that the book must surely belong to those who lived here before. I didn't want to open it because it was a diary. But how could I not have seen it before? I mean, I had probably seen that there had been a book on the bedside table when I first entered this room.?

I looked at the book in wonder. How should I be able to return this to the owner? I have no idea where they went after leaving the keys to us. Mum might know? I looked more closely at the diary again, and a curiosity arose inside me. I tried to tell my curiosity that it belonged to someone else, but I wanted to open and read a page anyway, it couldn't hurt?

"No Y/n, don't do it!"

I said to myself firmly, but soon the curiosity took over. I slowly opened the book and ended up on the first page. On the first page there was a name, probably the owner's name.

"Owner of this book: Min Yoongi.... Wait...Min Yoongi ???"

My eyes were round like balls when I read who the diary belonged to. I collapsed the book and threw it down in the first drawer of the nightstand. MIn Yoongi... .Wasn't he the one who was killed a week ago? I was filled with fear and anxiety. Maybe it's his reason that haunts this house? I have seen movies about killed souls that haunt the house they lived in before they died, to kill those who touch the person's personal things. Aishhhh, maybe I shouldn't have seen all those horror movies, it just scares me! There is certainly a natural explanation for this! It has to! Without wasting any second, I threw myself out of bed, but fell. I closed my eyes hard, waiting to land.

"Auch!"

I screamed out of the pain in my stomach as I hit the floor. I slowly opened my eyes, face down. I looked right under the bedside table. It was a lot of dust and dark, but then I saw something !? Under the nightstand was a picture, it was dusty and you could hardly see any of the picture.