- Luna POV -

I exhaled loudly, lying down next to Yoongi in his bed. I looked over at his bare chest, his bottom half covered by the stained bedsheets. He was also breathing heavily, since we'd - quite literally - just had sex.
"You fucking reek of weed." Yoongi cursed, looking up at the ceiling.
"So?" I questioned, sending him a glance.
"I told you to get off the shit." He told me.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want." I retorted. "Who are you to tell me that I can't smoke?"
"I'm supposed to be your boyfriend, Luna." Yoongi sighed. "You told me you were done with it! I don't give a shit about the booze, just get off the fucking drugs!"

"The fuck you gonna do about it?" I spat back, sitting up in the bed and grabbing my bra, putting it on with haste.
"I can kick your skanky, lying ass out of my house." He retorted, also sitting up. By this point I was putting my jeans on, and then reached for my shirt.
"Fuck you asshole." I muttered maliciously, "I don't need you and your small dick to tell me when to leave."
"Then just get the fuck out." He snapped back. "I'll just call your friend Seoyeon round; she can suck dick better than you ever could."

"I can't believe you," I sighed, holding back the sudden urge to cry. "You're a fucking cunt, you know that right?"
"Can't be worse than yours." He retorted, not moving from his bed.
"Fucking dickhead." I cursed, sliding on my shoes.

I had nothing else to say as I walked out of his dingy flat, besides curse words, that is. The cold air slapped me in the face as I made my way out the door of the apartment building, and began to walk back to the flat I rented out a couple of blocks down the road. That little piece of shit. Does the fucker seriously think he can get away with that!?

I was too deep in my own thoughts to realise that someone was in front of me, and I accidentally bumped I to them.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" I snapped, looking up to see a strange guy looking back at me. He looked very... out of place; dressed in white and had angelic-looking skin. He stood out from all the scrubs that lived in this part of the city.
"I'm pretty sure it was you who wasn't looking." He told me, smiling a little.
"So what? You wanna fight me?" I threatened, stepping closer.
"Oh no," He laughed. "I don't fight."
"Damn right you won't." I muttered, looking him up and down, relaxing my stance.

"Besides, there's something I need to tell you," He began. "At midnight tonight, you're going to have a guest at your flat."
"The fuck?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who?"
"You'll have to wait and see." He smirked, beginning to turn around.
"Oi! You're gonna steal some shit from my house?" I asked, and the strange guy laughed.
"Oh god no." He laughed. "You don't look like the type of person who has what I want." And with that he turned around, and began to walk off.

"Hey!" I yelled, taking a few steps closer to him. "What's your name?"
"Kim Namjoon!" He replied. "Nice meeting you, Luna! I'll see you arou- fuck!" I watched, partly in awe and partly in astonishment, as Namjoon just tripped over his own feet. Tch, and he told me to look where I was going. But then the strangest thing happened.

He disappeared. Into thin air.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled. How does he know my name? And.. did he just disappear!? "I must be high as shit right now."

I made my way home, making sure to lock my door and all my windows before getting ready for bed. I might as well stay up and see if someone does come, since I don't have to go to work until 8pm tomorrow, and it's 11pm now. Yes, I work nights in a strip club. The pay is pretty good, and it's pretty easy to do.

I know, I bet your thinking "do your parents know about this?" Well, as a matter of fact, I don't even know my parents. The earliest thing I can remember is waking up, freezing cold, and I was on the streets. I was 16 at the time, and now I'm 24. I recon I just blocked out my childhood because of some form of trauma I can't remember, but I'm not complaining.

I still living in the same fucking house as I did when I got here, with stupidly high rent for such shitty conditions. Ugh, and don't worry, I'm not looking for your pity or anything; I'm doing perfectly fine by myself.

I stared at the clock on the stained wall, watching silently from my bed as the seconds hand ticked, over and over, and counted down the minutes until midnight.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
I sat and waited patiently. It was midnight, but no one was here. I waited a little longer, and watched as the minutes ticked by. One minute, two, three, four... Damn, a whole seven minutes went by and nothing had happened. I don't even know what I was expecting.

"Stupid asshole." I cursed. "Who the fuck says something like that anyway? Was he trying to scare-" I was cut off by a harsh glow of white light and a loud clanging noise come from my tiny kitchen, which sounded like all the pans had been knocked out of the cupboards.
"Shit," I cursed, jumping out of bed. The glowing light has faded, and the noise had settled, but nevertheless I equipped my hairbrush as my 'weapon of choice' and slowly made my way out the bedroom into the kitchen. All the lights were off, so I reached for the light switch. I turned them on.

"AAAHHHHH!" Someone screamed, swinging a pan around the kitchen, knocking some other things with him as he went. All I could do was stare, since this person looked very odd. He's wearing wings. He stopped and looked at me warily, still holding up the pan in defence.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, dumbfounded. "And why the fuck are you in my house?" He was silent for a minute, seeming almost shocked at my words.
"Hellooo...?" I sassed, waving my hand a little. "Who are you?"

"Oh," He smiled innocently, as if he hadn't just broken into my house. "My name is Jung Hoseok, but all my friends call me J-Hope."
"J-Hope?" I questioned. "What a stupid name. Why that?"
"Because I'm your hope!" He exclaimed, making a heart shape with his fingers, and I swear I felt myself just throw up in my mouth.
"So," I began. "Care to tell me why you're in my house at midnight?"
"Well, you see...." Hoseok began.

"I'm here to make you good again."

Written-11/04/17
Word Count-1175