Vampire52 - The Prologue
Disclaimer - This is a fanfiction featuring a fictional representation of the BTS members. No disrespect or harm is intended through this story. Thank you to the infinite world of MV theories , detective Armies💪 and the BTS AU for inspiring me to come up with this story . I hope you love reading this as much i loved writing this😊🙈💜.
P.S.- I have no clue about the Korean pricing system and some cultural aspects so please excuse any discrepancies😖
-Krabbit
Prologue
It was a moonless evening when Yoongi discovered ,to his frustration , the unexpected passing of his carton of milk in the fridge.
The expiry date at the back of the carton glared at him like traffic lights , almost accusing in its bold black lettering. Sighing deeply , he accepted his destiny of abandoning the fine art of lazing around the whole night and put on the only decent pair of shoes he had . It was converse , something he really despised and wanted to discard badly but doing so would break the heart of his sunshine in human form, best friend Hoseok. He slipped on his hooded jacket , grabbed his keys and purse and set out into the cool chilly air of the long corridor overlooking a lonely street.
The lights above the doors of his neighboring flats flickered like humongous electric fireflies as he passed them by , the long grey corridor leading to an equally drab staircase shrouded in darkness . Yoongi couldn't help but note that tonight seemed much bleaker and darker than other nights ; perhaps the sign of oncoming winter. His small puffs of breath discharged into the chilly air as fog , proving further his climatic prediction. He shivered as he stepped out of the common entrance of the apartment complex. Putting up the hood over his head , he broke into a casual stroll. He cursed his lack of sense for not grabbing an extra coat. But alas , it was too cruel to run back to the cozy warmth of his miniscule studio and then step out again into the biting cold . So he ploughed on with chattering teeth and silent whining.
The housing was located on the outskirts of a quite nice neighborhood so within a few minutes Yoongi was tracing a familiar path of smooth concrete with not even the blemish of a pothole , flanked by tidy pavements and shaded by leafy trees forming a romantic canopy . In the deepening darkness though, everything looked eerie . The streetlights blinked violently , threatening to dim and snuff out the available visibility on the road . Yoongi felt an uneasy tingle on his back . He shivered and his eyes moved , for a fraction of a second to the tiled pavement on the left side of the road flanked by tall bushes . The lamplights went out as soon as he reached the end of the road which led to a center of sorts with posh houses and flats , flecked with more streetlights and a few pedestrians, probably returning from a night out. Yoongi’s relief was palpable in the large amount of fog he produced through his lips . He quickly walked ahead to the 24-hour department store that was located to the right of the center and slipped into it’s fluorescent-lighted and heater-warmed comfort. The disgruntled desk clerk grunted out a stone-cold “Hwanyeonghabnida” but it didn’t bother him . He didn’t build his thick skin over the years for nothing .
Yoongi was initially planning on swiftly buying his carton of milk and speeding out of here but the goosebumps on his arms held him back . The dull and drab interior of the store seemed protective and friendly . He nodded his head at the desk clerk who simply shot him a look that said “please go away” before settling down with her phone. He picked up one of the shopping baskets and strolled down the aisles, picking out some packaged meals to spare himself from cooking . Yoongi is hardworking by nature but the art of making food simply exhausted him. He reached the fridges and pulled out two big cartons of milk to sustain for days and after brief contemplation , picked up a cereal too. After finally adding in three soju bottles , he walked to the counter and dumped his belongings in front of the unhappy clerk . She sighed and reluctantly scanned the products . Yoongi watched her actions , observing carefully . He didn't know why though ; he felt no attraction towards her . He also couldn't comprehend the sense of safety that seemed to overcome him by the mundane act of shopping in a store . Something hung in the air and ,unconsciously, he feared its descendance . He looked towards the glass doors from where he saw two pedestrians board a bus ; The bus left and the street became seemingly empty .
“That will be 2500₩ sir “ , said the clerk , bringing Yoongi’s attention back to the task at hand . “Oh.” he mumbled , wondering if he should shop more . He felt desperate to stay a little longer , which came as a surprise even to him . But the young girl’s increasingly sour expression sealed his decision to pay quickly , put the items in a plastic bag and walk towards the glass doors . He paused for a moment. But then , in a flash of annoyance, he shook himself out of his odd feelings and stepped out of the store .
Goosebumps rose all over his body and
the hairs on the back of his neck rose up ; the telltale signs of a character in a horror movie , he noted to himself with a touch of humor , stubbornly ignoring the undercurrent of foreboding that squeezed his heart. His feline-shaped eyes took in the view of an empty desolate street in a nice neighborhood . One by one , the remaining window lights of the buildings switched off until they were nothing more than rectangle-headed shadows. Yoongi broke into a strut , his pace quicker , filled with unknown urgency . he hesitated at the pitch black mouth of the tree-shaded road but stubbornly urged his legs to move forward . He turned on his phone flashlight to illuminate his way . it was a short walk but felt longer due to the various currents of feelings coursing through him . Yoongi consoled himself with the thoughts of slipping into the cozy comfort of his bed . He soon left the darkness of the road and entered the well lit pathway to his home . he passed by the 24-hour store located to the right of the town center and went through another shaded path. He stepped out into another pathway that was flanked by bright streetlights and passed by another all-night open store which was oddly closed , the doors locked , the lights off and then -
Wait.
As if waking up from a spell , He realized the unusualness of his situation. The walk to his home never took him this long . And since when did so many department stores pop up on the same road ?
His sharp mind deduced the answer quicker than his heart could accept . He was somehow stuck in a loop . To confirm his theory , he walked- no , he nearly ran back to the same shaded path and found himself at the same center with the shuttered down departmental store. He retraced his path , arriving at the center again , with the closed store , the shadowed buildings and most of the streetlights , except for one , turned off . he huffed , his breath came out in a short gasps . His throat ran dry . He wanted to go home .
A humanoid shadow appeared on the pavement across from where he stood . The figure entered the view of the streetlight and through his panicked vision , he noted an old-fashioned suit and long matted hair covering the face . The figure raised a hand , seemingly towards him , making the gesture of calling him . He felt his feet move forward . He willed against the actions of his limbs but they would not stop . Step by step he crept closer to the figure . His heartbeat tripled and his skin riddled with cold sweat . He looked around desperately for anything or anyone . But the night was cold and he was alone on a dark street with an eerie stranger in an old suit .
Yoongi later on recalls the feeling he had of being arrested by the gaze of the figure with impossibly pale skin , like he was a helpless deer caught in the jaws of a bloodthirsty tiger . Tsk, so much for being called the Tiger of Daegu.
End of Prologue.
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