☆Roommates☆ [Yoosung!xreader]

☆chapter seven☆

☆11:57am☆

I woke up with Yoosung's arms wrapped around me again. The feeling warmed my heart but I had to release myself.

I opened my eyes and stared at Yoosung's sleeping self before moving his hair from his face. His eyes fluttered open before a small blush brushed his cheeks.

"Good morning, (Y/n).." Yoosung mumbled. My heart melted by the sound of his morning voice.

"Morning..." I snuggled up to him and sighed. Something inside made me feel --- empty. Alone. But I wasn't alone...

After a few minutes, he got up and let me go. My body felt a cold rush go through me as he walked to his bathroom. I swallowed hard before remembering what happened only hours ago.

I slid out of bed and went to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and noticed my mascara was smudged. Not surprising. I washed my face before hearing Yoosung come out of his room and go into the kitchen. Throwing on a navy shirt and black skirt, I checked my phone. Unknown texted back....

U: Well, darling, I was seeing if you'd help me. So are you going to help me or not?

I bit my lip and hesitantly wrote back.

Me: I.... guess... what do I have to do? Can you just met me somewhere and let me take it to the police or something?

Sent.

I sighed before setting my phone on the charger and walking into the kitchen, where Yoosung was making some kind of breakfast.

Hopping onto the counter, I saw what Yoosung was making--- another omelette.

"I'm not really hungry..." I stated over his shoulder. He glanced back before giving me a little frown.

"But you can't miss breakfast!" He protested back. He put the omelette on a plate quickly and turned to me.

"I'm not eating it." I crossed my arms and glanced at the plate.

"Please.... Just for meee....?" He cooned before giving me the plate and a fork. Sighing, I ate a small piece.

"There."

"(Y/n)....." he whined with a sorry look. "You need to stay healthy."

I took a few more bites, making him smile in satisfaction.

"Good!" He smiled before turning away and getting something out the fridge. I smiled and set the plate down quietly before sneaking up on him and tackling him.

He caught me surprisingly and carried me to my room and threw me on my bed. I quickly got up and charged at him once more, jumping on him. He caught me again. My legs were on each side of his waist as my arms were around his neck. I look up and blush at how close we were.

"H-Hey...." Yoosung said awkardly, making me giggle. I kissed the tip of his nose and gave him a closed-eyed smile. A blush was immediately spotted on his pale face. Then, he leaned in and pecked my lips. My eyes opened as the back of my neck and face heated.

Knock knock.

Both of us stayed quietly before looking at the door, then back at each other. He slowly put me down and I slugged my arms back.

He went to the door as I went and took a seat on the stool by the counters.

Yoosung checked the peep hole, not finding anyone. When he opened the door, a sizable package sat on the ground. He picked it up, shut the door and walked over to me.

"Did you order anything?" He asked before setting it down. It had our dorm number on it--with my name on it. As curiosity took over, I got a knife from the knife drawer and cut it open.

What sat inside of it made my heart sink. Pictures of Kira, toys from my childhood, and her perfume reeked the box. My eyes instantly became glassy before slowly taking things from the box. At the very bottom, there was a note.

Hey (Y/n),

I miss you! I hope you read this letter soon. I sent some things for you.... Ahhhh... I'm tearing up. I miss you, darling. So much. I heard about your parents.. I'm sorry, (Y/n). I should've listened. Should've fought harder. But I let you slip from my fingers.... I'm so sorry.... It's my fault. (Y/n)... what if I told you there was a place where nothing bad would happen? Where it would be just me and you! And your friends could come if they want. And even your boyfriend~ if you have one. It'll be our own little world! Now, I got to go. I'll write you again! Bye, bye, darling. ♡

August 27, 2017

I say there in disbelief as tears rolled down my cheeks. I re-read the letter over and over till Yoosung spoke up.

"(Y/n)?"

"She's dead.... there's-- there's not way she wrote this... but this is her hand writing. He writing has always b-been unique... b-but..." I sobbed, breaking down in front of him. I rarely cried in front of anyone. Especially people I'm friends with, or care about in this matter.

I dropped to my knees and covered my face. The memories... her laugh. Her smile. Her voice.

"(Y/n)!" Yoosung yelped before dropping to his knees and embracing me. His sent was stronger than Kira's, which I disliked.

"Yoosung! She's dead! She died at war! She was taken away from me! There's... there's no way! Someone's fucking with me! Playing a sick, twisted joke on me!" I yelled, pulling away from him. His face looked worried and confused. This was all so sudden, a lot to take in.

"(Y/n).... It's alright..." he whispered. My violent shaking worries him more. And eventually, I got up, grabbed the box and left the room. I didn't say a single thing to him. Nothing.

The numbness and pain flowed back. My heart ached as the feeling of loneliness haunted me. The thought came back.

What if Kira wasn't dead....?

What if my parents lied? Lied about everything, just to abuse me even more. Who was she with? Where was she...?~☆