When I woke up I was panting, bathed in cold sweat and shaking all over.

I yet had another dream of my own death.

There was just one thing different to my prior dreams; There had never been a human in it, which quite frankly scared me more than anything.

My skin was prickling as if thousands of ants were crawling underneath and I felt disgusting, the sudden urge of taking a shower over coming me.

My eyes fell onto the old digital clock on my wall, the bright neon numbers 4:34 telling me that Chungha wasn't awake yet and I knew for a fact that nothing was about to wake her within the next three hours.

I was quiet anyways when I sneaked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before leaving the house in a hurry.

My way to the park lead me past my school, which I hadn't went to in how long now...? Two months? I highly doubt that my teachers remember my face at all. When you change your home as often as I do, things like going to school seem worthless anyways.

The proverbial ants under my skin hadn't disappeared and my head was still spinning, the closer I came to the park I hoped to meet Yoongi and maybe got to deliver for some more money.

I knew this feeling, I knew this feeling very well, though it hadn't ever been this intense that at some point I stumbled and fell onto the streets with a shriek.

I heard a high voice snickering in my head and I knew something was there, and it wasn't very nice.

As a kid I called them ghosts or monsters. But whenever I did so I ended up in front of a therapist, with a package of pills in my small hands. People were giving me worried looks, I was the weird kid with hallucinations or maybe even just a way too vivid fantasy.

But I highly doubt that something that's able to strangle you is just a fantasy. So I gave up searching for help at a really young age and here I am, a 17 year old girl with no future or friends to turn to. Helpless and small and weak.

I managed to heave myself up, yet another snide laughter chiming up in my head. I turned around hectically, searching for the source of the laughter but didn't see anyone, unsurprisingly.

C'mere sweetie, sweetie

The voice lured and I was about to ask where I was supposed to go, when I realized that you shouldn't talk with the voices in your head.

The streets were ghostly empty and the sun had yet to rise, prompting a creepy scenery I didn't want to stay in any longer.

Another snide chuckle in my head gave me the rest and I ran, ran blindsided to where I thought the park must be, felt the voice calling for me, following me.

My feet hurt and my body felt at it's limit. I hadn't had proper sleep in weeks, mind being constantly terrorized by nightmares. I just couldn't do it anymore.

Dark dots appeared in front of my eyes and I again fell.

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When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I noticed was that I definitely wasn't in the park, but in some kind of empty warehouse.

Second thing was the hammering behind my skull and the fact that I couldn't hear anything.

Third thing was: I was surrounded by the shadows.

It felt just like in my dream: Shadows creeping towards me, but my screams were muted. I tried to run but something held me down.

When I looked down at me, heart pounding panicked, I saw hands coming out of the shadows, wrapping themselves around my ankles.

I still couldn't hear anything, couldn't move or scream and tears started to run down my face.

This wasn't a nightmare. This was real.

And then I saw him.

Looking back, I think my current - quite hopeless - situation was the reason for it, but in that moment he looked like a fucking angel. A very dark angel, but an angel nonetheless.

A tall man was tearing his way through the shadows, a sword in his hand that radiated a gentle blue light, his black coat seemingly swallowing the shadows, while he walked towards me in long, confident strides.

Wait, let me take back what I said earlier. He didn't look like an angel. He looked like a whole fucking god.

The shadows seemed to hectically move away from him, like a swarm of birds being chased off.

I felt the grip on my ankles disappear and fell on my knees panting, slowly regaining my ability to hear.

The man kneeled down on one leg, sword (you know these Katana swords) loosely resting in his hand, charming smile on his lips while he eyed me.

"Hey, it's alright." His voice was soso soothing while he gently whipped a tear off my face, "Shh it's okay, the monsters aren't there anymore."

Under other conditions, I would've probably laughed at the word 'monsters' but all my brain seemed to comprehend right now was the man in front of me.

He had handsome features with high cheek bones and curly dark hair surrounding his face, while this bright, charming smile seemed to light up the whole room, taking away this coldness I had felt.

"Can you stand up?" He asked and I nodded, rising up onto my feet with shaking legs.

"Well done." He praised me, patting my shoulder gently.

"You got yourself into something there, didn't you?" He asked, an amused smile on his lips, that was starting to irritate me. 'Something' is the wrong word for the situation I just had been in.

"Thank you." I said instead, eyeing the man with a mix of wariness and curiosity. Who was he and how had he been able to fight these shadows off so easily? Fighting wasn't even the right word for what he did so casually.

"No problem." The man said, "I couldn't've just left you to them, right?"

I just nodded and he chuckled, "I wonder how you got here anyways. What's your name?"

I shook my head silently. I learned pretty fast about the power names held.

Again, he chuckled softly, "You're right, it's not my place to ask and-"

"How did you do it?" I interrupted him.

"Huh?"

"How did you... make them go away?"

A soft smile tugged on his lips and he slightly reached down to bring his face to one level with mine, otherwise towering over my quite small figure, "It's 'it' don't make it to something human by calling it 'them'."

He then straightened up abruptly, turning towards the empty hall in front of us, "Well, it took me a few years, but I learned how to cope with these kinda things."

He side-eyed me, now more serious, "I paid my price, but now I'm free..."

It looked as if he wanted to add something but he didn't and started to shoo me out of the warehouse all of a sudden.

"Look, there's a bus station over there-" He pointed in the direction of the station, "From there, you'll get in the center of the city."

"N-No! Wait! How did you-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he literally shoved me to the bus station and walked away in long strides right after, giving me no chance of following him.

I sighed, feeling all kinds of emotions crashing down on me. I felt confused but relieved at the same time, frustrated because I couldn't talk to him longer and tired after I just escaped my death closely.

It slowly dawned me what this encounter meant for me; I wasn't the only one. Wasn't the only one who saw these things. I wasn't crazy. This was all real and there was a person who not only saw these things, just like me, but knew how to fight them off.

I sank down on one of the seats in the station, feeling a lump form in my throat.

This was all I ever wanted. Why did he have to leave?

My eyes fell onto the bus plan, and I blinked a few times.

What the-

I currently was on the other side of Seoul.

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Exactly this Hoseok guys-

remember this cause that's exactly what Hobi looks like in this story

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