My heart wants you dead - P.1
ANGST/Supernatural (Demons & Angels)
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“No one expects an angel to set fire to the world.”
“Your mouth says No but I can see in your eyes that you are screaming yes. Come on Yoongi… don’t stop yourself…”
“Good my boy, set yourself free…”
The sun was setting and darkness was falling over the city as you made your way home. You hurried down the streets and made the decision to take the shortcut through the alley, even if it was now dark outside. You’d be fine!
There were barely any people out and you wanted to come home in time for your favorite show on TV. Half way down the alley you slowed down and looked at the time on your phone, you’d make it home in time! You smiled and continued walking; when you looked up from your phone you noticed that you were no longer alone in the alley. As a natural response you gripped your phone tighter… Just in case.
You came closer and closer to the person walking towards you and you started to think that maybe taking this rote wasn’t the best idea after all.
The man walking towards you was big, heavy and obviously drunk based on the way he walked.
“Just relax, just walk past him. It’ll be ok.” You thought to yourself.
Shit, just walk, just walk.
You passed him but he grabbed on to your jacket.
“Hey I said hey!” He yelled, pissed.
“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do little girl?” He said and pushed you against the wall at the same time as the rain began to fall.
You screamed out for help but no one was to be seen and you were soon cut off by him raising a hand and slapping you across the face, yelling for you to shut up or he’d kill you. He was clearly both drunk and a psychopath.
You suddenly heard footsteps make their way down the alley fast. You closed your eyes, afraid it would be a friend to him. You felt doomed, were you really going to die like this? The man’s hands were pressed against your throat and your breath short. You heard the sound of a punch and waited for the pain to sting but you didn’t feel anything but the his grip on your throat loosen. Another second later and the hands were gone. You opened your eyes and saw the man trying to get himself up from the ground and before you knew it a mint-haired man had grabbed your wrist and ran down the alley pulling you along with him.
We ran in to a small side alley and stopped to catch our breath. I was leaning against the bricks and he was standing in front of me, looking at me with a disappointed expression.
*sigh* “You’re all wet.” He said and took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders.
“Who- who are you?” I asked, shivering from the cold.
“Suga.” He said and pulled a hand through his wet hair.
“Y/N, I know, now let’s go. We need to get you home.” Suga said and grabbed my wrist again pulling me with him out of the alley.
I turned around and saw the man stumble between the walls far away in the alley. Suga yanked my hand. “Don’t look, come on.” He said and started running.
We arrived outside of my apartment building and the rain was pouring down
“No problem, just stay to the safe rote next time. Because I might not be there to save you next time ok?”
“Oh- ok, I will, I- you- Do you want to come inside and dry off?” you asked.
“No, I’m fine. Give me your phone.”
He was very straight forward, almost as if he was giving an order to you. You handed you phone to him and waited for him to supposedly call a taxi but instead he seconds later handed it back to you.
“Call me if you need me.” He said and then let go of your wrist that you had forgotten he still held, letting his finger brush against yours and then he was gone before you had a chance to say bye, leaving you in the rain with his jacket still on your shoulders.
I grabbed my mug off of the counter and brought it with me the sofa, dressed in my warm pajamas but with still damp hair. I had hung up Suga’s jacket to dry and thrown my own clothes in the wash. I was already planning on calling him so I could give him back his jacket and properly thank him for saving my life… Who knows what could’ve happened if Suga wasn’t there. The thought making me shiver in fear and disgust.
Eventually I fell asleep on the sofa after the long day and woke up early the next morning. I was off work the whole weekend and had planned to spend it entirely with me myself and I but my thought kept going to Suga.
Did he get home alright? Did the rain make him sick? What was he thinking about?
You couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous when you called him later that day.
“Y/N are you ok!?” He answered with.
“Good. Is something wrong?”
“No… I was just wondering if you had any free time today so I can give back your jacket and maybe-“
“I’ll be there in 10.” He said and hung up.
Well, maybe you could eat some take out instead? You thought.
A few minutes later there was a knock on your door and you walked over to open it and found Suga standing there.
“Hey.” He smirked and walked inside. He took his shoes off and looked around the room, taking in the surroundings.
“Thank you!” You smiled and closed the door. “Have a look around if you want, I’ll go get your jacket.” You said and walked in to your room.
Suga watched after you as you walked away and then looked around in your living room. The photos hung on the wall caught the attention of his eye. There was a little collection of different photo frames in different sizes hung up like a collage. But a photo specifically caught his eye. The childhood photo of you and your friend back in kindergarten.
You came back out to the living room with the jacket and noticed him looking at the photographs.
“Who’s that?” He asked and pointed at the black haired young boy in the photo next to you.
You walked over to him to see what photo he was pointing at and handed him his jacket at the same time.
“Him?” You asked and pointed at the black haired boy.
“That’s Yoongi. He used to be my best friend in Kindergarten but he... passed away about 7 years ago…”
