Na Minji has been friends with Park Jimin and his rowdy group of roommates for at least five years, though there are times that she feels as if she's known them forever. And for just as long as she's known him, she's hidden a massive crush. When, af...
Eyes wide; Yoongi cannot condone this. Sent to kill the girl, he'd ultimately argued against it. He no longer cared what that greedy bitch wanted or thought, in fact, he never truly did to begin with. But Minji had proven herself to be difficult to kill; she is kind, was, kind. And like a moth, Yoongi had been drawn to the brightness of her soul.
But the corpse before him looks nothing like the woman he'd come to admire; all of her light is gone. Those dead eyes retain none of her spirit, and their lifeless gaze chills him to the core.
There is blood upon his hands, and an anguished scream in his throat. Yoongi looks down; his trembling and blood soaked fingers drop the knife upon the floor, where it lands with an audible thump. The scream peels from his throat and into the air.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this!
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Yoongi awakens with a start, heart beating a thousand miles a minute. Even as he struggles to sit up, a serious chore given the mass of sleeping bodies around him, Yoongi's chest continues to ache. Thoroughly rattled, he crawls his way free if the mass of limbs engulfing him, and rises to his feet near the edge of the hallway.
He takes one last look at the mass of bodies upon the floor, heart calming just a bit at sight of Minji peacefully smiling in her sleep. This only lasts for a minute, however, as the lightning that steals across the sky floods the living room with a sudden and eerie light. The shadows that this casts over Minji's resting face feels like a premonition. It is storming again, Yoongi notes idly. And not for the first time, he wonders why they bought a home that seems to be predominantly window.
His shuffle to the lounge is not silent. He bumps into more than a few walls and pieces of furniture along the way. With his demonic sight, clearing these obstacles should be no issue; demons can see in the dark just as clearly as they can in the light after all. But Yoongi's eyes are weighed down with drowsiness, and there is a groggy kind if thrumming in his skull. He's never liked waking up.
More than a few curses are mumbled beneath weary breath, each lacking in venom or any real enthusiasm. The images from his nightmare are still there, just beneath the surface. If he were to close his eyes right now and go back to sleep, Yoongi is more than certain that the dream would continue. Even now, years after the events from which these nightmares are inspired, he is still haunted by those lifeless eyes. There is a feverish sort of wish in his mind; if only he could go into a sweet, dreamless kind of sleep. This is what drives him to the bar, and what flavors the bourbon that he pours for himself with a bitter, unpleasant kind of bite.
"Nightmares?"
Hoseok's voice startles the auburn-haired demon, who turns to find the source of his sudden fright. Yoongi lets out a low curse upon the sight of Hoseok's wryly smiling face.
"I have them too, " Hoseok then confesses, no longer smiling at all. In fact, he now looks so serious that Yoongi begins to feel uncomfortable. "I think we all do. That's why I think-"
