Narrator's point of view.

Finally, a good nap, however it was taken away, but still she was not complaining.

The softness of the duvet kept her sinked into the bed as her mother's words rang in the back of unconscious mind.

"What is the purpose of taking stress when punishment is all he got?" Her mother also talks in riddles just like any other guardian.

And Pari isn't a genius, thus she takes time to grab the meaning behind her quotes. This one was actually simple.

But still...

"Okay. No more stressing over anything but still I need to have a chat with Mr Min Yoongi! And that sat in the same position, where I was before."

Pari expressed her hypertension and spoke to her conscious self, considering there's no one to argue anymore.

Paritegi most probably kicked Pari out of the slumber, in exigency of not having to bear this stubborn girl any longer.

"Ms Choi!" Pari shouted in the mind link.

She heard a cracking noise coming from the other side, as if someone's bones were tearing apart, forcefully as low grunts full of fear came along creeping her out.

"Ms Choi, are you-" Pari's words stuck in her throat from an ear piercing cry.

Her body started to shiver as fright engulfed her, shallowing the cotton in her throat she mumble Yunya's surname once again in apprehension of the worst.

"Pari mam!" A ghostly tone playfully called, earning a screck from Pari.

Holding her thumping heart, she got out of the bed as she cut the mind link. Slippers were still on its resting place as the goddess ran out, barefoot.

"Hosu!" Her shaky voice called out for her most reliable worker as she stepped out of her room, getting into the hallway.

"Hosu!!" She shouted loudly, the soul has to be lingering around the building, he doesn't have to make her wait so long.

As the darkness was already perilous.

"Pari mam." The same voice came in reverence, ignoring the monstrous tone.

The goddess was set in a mould, not even heaving a breath out. Her eyes wet, palm sweaty and fisted the sides of her frock.

"Ms Choi, did you kill Yoongi? If not then you'll be sent back to -" Pari wanted to come out tough, not a wrinkle on her forehead but couldn't keep the act.

She shivered, feeling hands creeping their way into her vision as they snake around her waist. She grabbed them and wiggled to get out however the grip was firm.

"Yunya successfully completed her task," the monstrous voice came in a whisper, right next to her ears. "Pari, mam." A few tone down as the voice sounded more clear which left her trembling.

More like attempting to get out of the grip, "she killed me." Her eyelids flutter as she sharply turned back, shifting in the grip but there was no person behind her.

The hands vanished in the air and had left a chilly sensation on her skin. Warmth left her mouth in a puff, temperature dropped down. "Yoongi, are you doing this?"

Her voice was low, teeth clasped tight as she did a three sixty degree turn to have the full view of her surroundings.

"What if I am?" The same voice retorted.

"Show yourself, where are you!!?" Pari let out her loudest note to hit every ear drum but eventually they weren't even in the same expected dimension.

"When a person dies then they don't show themselves to you, mam. You'll have to do the searching first." Yoongi said but her deep monstrous voice made a snigger.

"Fine then." Pari uttered out, shaking as she walked with her head down.

She hugged herself, both hands rubbing each side to counter the cold. "Give me some hints, atleast." She said as tilted her head upwards.

"Gosh, I'm not bothering. Find me or leave, anyways I'm having my five hundred years in Nirvana." Yoongi sounded so chill which made Pari stop and process.

Did he remember the kiss?

Or he forgot, because if he would have remembered then would have shown a sign. "What, you don't want to come find me now? Come on, move. You gotta make it fast before I actually sleep."

The male wasn't expecting this behaviour from his determined goddess, in all the years of working with Pari this was the first time when she is standing still when on any other case; she is always restless until and unless the visitor is taken care of.

"Run! Beautiful, run!"

Yoongi aggressively cheered at last but the female didn't bulge a bit.

"Did you really get punished because of the kiss?" Her eyes had softness but she tackled all the questions in one sentence.

"What?" Yoongi sounded clueless.

'You don't remember, right?' Her eyes saddened, 'you really lived a life. I wish I could kill you before that.' her thoughts were going south when the exit was on the north side. Yoongi wished he could read her mind but that wasn't allowed.

Pari let everything rest for a while and focused on the boy's death, 'Ms Choi, can you hear me?' for the last time she tried to contact the employee to get any info.

She sighed out of despair, stepping in the direction of Yoongi's voice, with no help from Yunya.

"Hey, can you say something again? I'll need something to track you." Pari said in a timid voice.

She wasn't sure but things weren't in her favour this time, mostly her senses.

At least she should get a few hints, in fact she wasn't even notified when Yoongi arrived.

Was it even real or was she living a dream?

"Hey, Yoongi. I need your sound to guide me." Pari again requested with such low sound when the silence was growling.

"It's not that simple." Yoongi voiced after a debate, shutting the silence.

"I'm not dead, I'm not even a human. I wasn't supposed to tell you this but still now that you have directly asked I -i I mean..." His voice faded.

"Yoongi?"

Pari called, her hands were cold as she shivered in the cold. Her body started to feel weak as she sank down to the ground.

Legs bending as her hands gathered herself into a ball, in the middle of the corridor. Her senses were weakening.

Whenever one thinks that things are not going according to the universe, right then it shows the link.

Pari fell asleep for a nightmare.

The scenes of herself being miserable in front of her idolised supreme was too outcast to hurt Pari.

However, she didn't expect a little girl to have to watch such a thing and cry over night just because of guilt.

The little girl had distanced herself and isolated herself even from her father.

She feared if she ever touched a person then she would hurt them, and they would shout in agony, wanting to run away from her just like the girl in her dreams.

"It took me a while to get used to it, I was only seven or even younger. I still can't touch my loved ones Pari, they'll burn."

Suqi came out of the misty dream, right in front of Pari, standing in the corridor. With the exact facial structure of Yoongi, Pari was too stunned to let a word out.

"I have had what I deserved, I guess." Suqi knelt to the ground, her frock making a circle around.

"But still, pardon my audacity. I shouldn't have crossed the line, I'm so sorry. Finding the right words felt harder than what I did."

Pari watched Suqi bow as warmth rushed in her veins, her eyes moisturised at the sight but she still kept mum.

"Please, forgive me. I do want to end this on a good note." Squi begged.

Her head slightly tilted upward, gazing at Pari's river eyes. Her heart felt a pang at the sight but she did nothing, looking down as her own tears rushed out in hurry.

'She will not forgive, she might let you out of it, unlike me.' Namjoon mumbled when he was sure of a negative response.

✐To Be Continued ▫ ▫ ▫

⏜ Word Count 𓈒 𓆇 1300+
⏜ Publishing Date 𓈒 𓆇 19 Nov, 2022
⏜ Note 𓈒 𓆇 I was half asleep while writing it, do point out the errors if you found any.

✐Pretend you know the ending and tell me in the comment section what you think gonna happen next.

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