🥀YOONGI🥀
After Hobi transferred another memory and Yun managed to calm me down again, I took my backpack and was out of the door in no time. I couldn't handle her looking at me like that, pity, sadness, and hurt clearly swimming in her eyes.
Sitting on a bench at the park, under cherry blossom trees, I was watching the petals flying under the mercy of the wind as I pressed the button to turn on the phone I was holding. The edge of the device was still stained with blood, but it was barely visible against the black side.
My tongue pushed the lollipop against my cheek as my eyes scanned Sae-Hee's phone.
Stubbornness used to be one of my traits in my previous life. Or you can call it determination to make it sound more virtuous. So once again I had turned on the device, not expecting anything more than no contact lists or important messages.
But I almost choked on the lollipop when the phone buzzed in my hand with notifications being received, all coming from a private number.
Biting on the hard candy and holding the device just a bit tighter in my hand I clicked on one of the notifications, thanking the fact that Sae-Hee was dumb enough to not lock his burner phone with a password.
Private Number
Better b on the low 4 now if u know what's best 4 u
That one dated March 12th. It must have been received after I gave up on checking it. Whoever this person was, they must have seen Sae-Hee on the news and decided to send the message with an intimidating tone.
On the same day, just a few hours later, more messages followed.
Private number
If the cops get to u
U better keep ur mouth fucking shut
The texts had different tones of urgency. While the first one read like a threat, the others were more panicked.
And since two days ago this phone hadn't received anything else. Curiosity taunted me as my thumb hovered over the private number, imagining what I would hear on the other side if I could actually call this person back. Had they already seen that Sae-Hee was dead? Did they think it was a mistake or just a ruse to make the police follow the wrong lead?
I took the lollipop out of my mouth and held it like a cigarette between my fingers. A smile started to spread across my lips while I imagined them panicking over the news of Sae-Hee's death.
How would this person react if I messaged them back saying they were next?
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Some time after Yoongi left, I found myself sitting in the middle of my bed, legs crossed, hands relaxed over my knees. It looked like I was meditating, and I guess I was.
Kind of.
But instead of concentrating on the air moving in and out of my lungs, I was calling a name repeatedly in my head.
Hobi, I thought once again, imagining my own voice calling out his name. It had been a long time since I'd done this, but it didn't feel as weird as I thought it would.
The familiar gust of wind blew a few loose hairs on my cheek after the third time I repeated the whole process.
I was facing the window in front of my bed, so I knew Hobi was here when the light coming through my eyelids got a bit darker.
"Yes?" His sweet voice lingered in the quiet room.
"I need to– Did you bleach your hair?" I trailed off as soon as I opened my eyes to look at my angel.
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The Purge || Min Yoongi FF (On Going)
Fanfiction"There is Life, there is Death, and there is Me" He was brutally tortured and murdered and was left with nothing but anger and the need for revenge. So he makes a deal with Death and promises to take the souls of everyone responsible for his horrif...
