Rap Monster the grim reaper falls in love with you
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THIS IS CUTE I LIKE IT!!! I made it kinda angst-y near the end?? Itâs okay because itâs not like that at the real end lol. I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IâM SORRY
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âNobody can ever know I was here.â He murmured quietly, brushing his hand along your cheek. His hand was always freezing, but you didnât hesitate to lean into it. Whenever he touched you, an electrifying buzz ran through your body.
âNo one will know, I promise-â you tried to put a name on his face, but you suddenly felt hazy. Your eyelids drooped, and your vision became distorted. He pulled his hand away, leaning back against the wall and watching you.
âD-donât leave me. I donât want to forget you-â you choked out, at a sudden loss for breath. His face was shaded in the darkness, but you could still make out the hood masking his silhouetted face. Every time you blinked, your surroundings grew into a blur more than anything else, and you reached for him.
âIâm sorry, it has to be this way. Iâll see you again.â
âNo, no!â He sounded farther away now, and as you tried to lean on him, you fell. You kept falling, even though you shouldâve hit the floor now. No longer could you see anything but blackness, but you could feel the air whip around your face, you could feel your stomach coil in shock as you never stopped fallingâŠ-
Your eyes snapped open in utter darkness. Gasping for breath, you sat up in your bed. Another dream. No, another nightmare.
It was the third time this week, and thereâd only been three days in total so far. What was going on with you? You had no idea.
It went the same every night. You could never remember what the nightmare was, but for some reason you always felt lonely whenever you woke up. What nightmare sent you flinging yourself awake and feeling the need to hold someone close to you? It was so unusual to think that perhaps this nightmare wasnât so scary after allâŠ
Besides the fact you were practically dripping with sweat, the temperature outside was so cold. The last time you checked, you didnât keep your heat cranked high enough to cook you like a turkey.
Your mind was buzzing even after you got up to get a drink. For some reason your nerves sent you jumping at every flicker of the dim kitchen light. You placed the empty cup on the counter, before leaning your head back.
The top of your head hit something, and you immediately froze.Â
âDonât scream.â A voice whispered, and a chill ran down your spine.
âI just told you not to scream, why donât you ever listen to me?â The voice hissed, and he placed a gloved hand over your mouth to silence you.
âI wonât hurt you.â He said once you were quiet, and he let go. You backed up against the fridge, and he watched you the whole time.
âHow did you get into my house?â You choked out, looking at him. WaitâŠhe looked so familiar. You couldnât place a finger on it, but youâd seen him somewhere before. Did he follow you home from the store yesterday?
âYou let me in. Do you really not remember, yet?â
âI didnât let you in! Are you insane?â You snapped. You were shaking, now. The stranger had a hood concealing his face, and this whole scenario seemed very familiar to you for some reason. Why couldnât you remember?
â(Y/N) I was in your dream not even 7 minutes ago. No, wait. It was only about 5 minutes and 43, 44, 45âŠseconds ago? Mm, I kept track.â
You said nothing, feeling a sudden dizzy feeling that made you want to retch. Was he a psycho? He was going to kill you, wasnât he?
âStop thinking those things, youâre giving me a headache. Do you have beer? Letâs watch a movie, my next shift is pretty soon. Poor old lady is next to go, down at the hospital.â He kept muttering on about things that made you sense, and you couldnât help but feel a certain amount of fear subside in you. He raked the hood from his head, revealing a pale face with even paler hair.
âIf youâre not here to steal my things, or kill meâŠwhy are you here?â
He rolled his eyes at your words, as if the truth was just as obvious as who stole the cookie from the cookie jar. âI just asked for a beer, (Y/N). Canât we hang out?â
âI have no idea who you are, why would I give you my beer and hang out with you?â
His hand slammed against the fridge beside your face, and you froze again. Slowly, the intruder dropped his head towards you, staring directly into your eyes.
âWhy donât you remember? You usually remember by nowâŠStrange.â His voice was smooth, but sullen as well. His eyes drooped slightly, as if he hadnât slept in, wellâŠforever.
âI donât k-knowâŠâ You whispered, turning your head away from him.
âShould we kiss? Would that make you remember? Sleeping beauty.â A grin formed on his lips, and you picked up a hand to slap him. He was quicker, though, and his hand shoved yours against the fridge.
âYou canât touch me, (Y/N). I know you want too, but you canât. Not right now, while Iâm still in my work skin for another 45 seconds.â
Work skin for another 45 seconds? He was insane.
âYouâre touching me! I definitely do not want to touch you. Get out of my house before-â
âBefore what? You call the police on me? Police canât catch an invisible man.â He grinned, making your hand form into a tight fist.
You snickered, feeling irritated. âI doubt you can run that fast.â
âI donât have to run.â He began to say, before you raised your knee into his middle as hard as you could. The man didnât move at all, and you began to struggle again.
âI thought youâd remember me by now. Why is love so difficult? I have to go pick up that soul, but I donât want to leave you alone.â
âPick up a soul? You should definitely go do that instead of being with meâŠâ
â(Y/N), thatâs not very funny. Iâve been alive for at least a million years, and I can definitely say thatâs my least favorite joke.â
âCan you let go of me?â You were struggling again, and the man finally let go. He stood in front of you, though, giving you no access to get out of the kitchen.
âAre you not even curious to what my job is?â He pouted slightly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.
âGlad to hear, most people arenât! Iâm the grim reaper.â
âArenât you supposed to be holding a scythe, or maybeâŠnot be real at all?â You whispered, feeling about read to laugh at this guy. Even though he looked very capable of picking up the knife that just so happened to be placed conveniently on your counter, he decided to ignore it and watch you.
âDo you really believe that? Wouldnât it hurt to have your soul harvested with a scythe? Thatâs why if you touch me, you die.â
âAre you finally starting to remember, princess?â His grin was wide, which sent a chill running through your body. For some reason, everything was falling into place. His black jeans, black pull over sweater, converse and even the leather gloves. Everything was falling back into place, now.
âOh, you are remembering! Do you know how many soulâs Iâve missed harvesting in this time frame? About 107 people die every minute. 107 times what, 15 minutes? 1605 peopleâs souls are still trapped in this world instead of moving on peacefully. Thatâs so dangerous, you know? Youâre such a bad girl for making the grim reaper fail at his own job.â
âYour awfullyâŠunder dressed for being a dead person.â
âOh, Iâm not dead. Iâm just another person, like you, or your next door neighbor that always harasses you. Heâs got about 3 years left, but thatâs not my business, yet. Anyway, I think I could probably miss harvesting another 963 souls, if you get what I mean.â
You did get what he meant. âWhy do you keep visiting me in my dreams?â
âYou were supposed to die, you know. When you were 7, when that truck almost crushed you against a tree. Oh, donât forget about when you were 13. That time you fell out your friendâs window when you were trying to hide from his parents. What about when you turned 18? Man, what an iconic scene. Isnât it awkward when your own boyfriend stabs you in the left abdomen? Youâve escaped death a lot, sweetie. Havenât you ever wondered why? How people seemed to be in the perfect place while you bled, or how that kid pushed you out of the way of the truck? Where was he even standing before?â
Those things had got you thinking, before. So many times in your life, youâd escaped death. So many times, youâd almost died. How did he know those things, anyway? Your memory was slowly coming back, and you werenât sure if you should be afraid or absolutely smitten with what he was saying.
âIt was always me. I donât always save every pretty little girl I see. I just thought âwow, I would love ruling hell with you everyday.ââ
âYouâre still in the womb, if you compare yourself to how old I am.â He stepped forward, and this time you didnât move at all.
âDo you remember that boyâs name, yet? What about the police man that found you bleeding in your apartment? Or that college kid that caught you when you fell from the window?â
âNamjoon.â You remembered immediately, and he clapped his hands in satisfaction.
âThatâs 2641 soulâs, now. Do you have any idea why I might be here?â
âAm I going to die?â You whispered, suddenly horrified.
He laughed, shaking his head. âNot today. I canât tell you when, either, or something bad will probably happen. I donât know. Guess again.â
âAre you going to save me from dying?â
âBingo. Weâve gone through this 4 times, now. Iâll never get tired of saving you from dying. You should probably hide in the closet or something, because some guy just came through your bedroom window with the intent to steal everything valuable here and kill anyone in his path. Donât take it personally, though. Heâs bankrupt and his wife is cheating. Itâs not your fault.â
âWhat did you jus-â Your voice was cut off by the quiet creaking of your bedroom door down the hall, and you took two steps forward and into Namjoonâs grip. He smirked at you, before patting your hair comfortingly.
âBe right back. Close your eyes, you might get scared at what Iâm about to do to this poor soul. Get it? Heâs bankru⊠okay Iâm going.â
You closed your eyes tightly, and heard as Namjoon began to walk from your kitchen to your hall.
âCome on, why this house? Donât you know a college student doesnât have anything expensive besides their books? Her last pair of shoes costed 15 dollars. Why didnât you go find a second job?â Namjoon spoke up, which made you open your eyes. You could see him when you peeked past the fridge. His back was turned to you, but you saw the man there. He was holding a knife, that was already bloody.
A soul Namjoon was supposed to harvest, perhaps?
The man swung his knife at Namjoon, and you gasped while watching him easily move away from it. His eyes met yours for a split second, and he shook his head before turning back towards the man that had broken in.
âI told you to keep your eyes closed. You never listen to me.â
He didnât give you time to process anything, before taking hold of the manâs neck and shoving him against the wall. Namjoon held the man at least a foot off the ground, and stared him in the eyes.
âLast chance to close your eyes, before I let him kill you.â
You shut your eyes, and only heard a blood curdling scream, and then silence.
Gloved hands touched you, brushing against your face. You opened your eyes.
âGo back into the kitchen. Iâll clean him up later.â He murmured, gently pushing you backwards. You didnât want to see the body of the man, and you didnât want to know that he was no longer living.
âWhat happens if I touch your skin?â
âYou? Nothing. I only take your soul if I want too, which I donât.â He answered simply, leaning you up against the counter.
âBut, in the dreamsâŠâ
âItâs to wake you up. I get too ahead of myself. I canât keep you dreaming forever, can I?â
â3317âŠWhat is it?â He was still counting.
âWhy donât you want to take my soul?â Your voice was merely a whisper, and it cracked in at least 3 places. You knew the answer, but at the same time you didnât really know the answer.
âI love you, I guess.â
âWhatâs the real reason?â
A sigh. âIf I take your soul, Iâll probably never find it again.â
âYou said something about telling me something 4 times, now? Does that mean I forget you every time I almost die? Am I going to forget you?â
âIâd rather have you forget me every time I saved you over me never being able to find your soul again.â He was being mysterious, and it made you want to hit him.
âI donât want to forget you.â You whispered, growing slightly impatient. Your memories were flooding back to you once again. Namjoon was the same person that saved you every time. Every time he saved you, you would some how connect and grow a stronger bond than before. The dreams all happened for a reason. They came around every time your next death date grew near, signaling the return for Namjoonâs next appearance in your life.
Namjoon pulled free his gloves, casually dropping them on your counter. His cold hands fell against your cheek, making you look him in the pitch black orbs known as pupils.
âI canât do anythingâŠâ
âDonât leave me.â You kept whispering, and he hung his head between his shoulders. His face looked as though he was in pain, and you took two fistfuls of his sweater.
â3852⊠Itâs so bad to be in love with a human⊠My job isnât to make you happy, itâs to harvest souls every second for the rest of humanity.â
âThen donât save me, next time. Stop making me remember you, if you wonât stay.â
He narrowed his eyebrows at you, frowning slightly. âYouâre telling me to let you die?â
âWhat do you always do? You let people die. You take their souls. I shouldâve just been another soul you took when I was 7.â
âStop.â His voice rose in a pitch, he was getting angrier.
âStop saving me, then. You can leave now, since Iâm going to forget you anyway.â You dropped your arms off of him, but he didnât let go of you. Namjoon leaned his face towards you, and for a split second you were wondering if he was going to kiss you.
Heâd never kissed you before.
He didnât kiss you, though. Instead, Namjoon dropped his head on your shoulder, letting his hands fall limply to his sides. You felt stiff from the cold, but you also didnât want him to list his head. Gently, you brought your hand up and let it get tangled in his hair. He wasnât breathing, and you wondered if he even needed too.
His forehead was cold, and it made you shiver. It didnât matter, though. Namjoonâs hands rested on your waist, and you closed your eyes. The cold feeling had seeped through your thin night shirt, but where he touched seemed to be burning.
âI wonât stop saving you.â He promised, before picking up his head. Namjoon licked his bottom lip in a sort of sensual way, and you broke the small rift between the both of you.
His lips seemed to be the only hot thing on his body. Namjoon pulled you closer to him, and your hands held his neck. You opened your lips wider for him, and he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. Namjoon felt around inside for a moment, before you had to pull away and breath. He went to your jaw, kissing a little rougher than before.
âI donât want to forget youâŠâ
âOkay.â Namjoon murmured once he pulled away from you. âYou wonât forget me.â
âPromiseâŠâ You slurred, feeling a little heavy.
Namjoon nodded, letting you lean on him so he could bring you back to your room. Once you were there he sat you down on your bed.
He didnât reply to you, but you were much to tired to care. He leaned down to you, pressing his lips tenderly to your forehead.
âStayâŠâ You mumbled tiredly. âDonât leave.â
âIâm sorry.â He breathed, slowly laying you back down into your bed. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore, and you wondered why this feeling had run over you so quickly. Was he doing this? You could barely think anymore. Namjoon draped the blanket over you, and turned to leave.
You attempted to take a handful of something, but caught nothing.
What were you even grabbing for?
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