Hacker - YoongixReader

The Abditory

"Jeong," someone said, "be quiet."

I suddenly felt a little bit of relief when I heard Yoongi's quiet voice. He lead me into a stall and let go of me. Yoongi looked at the wall as if thinking about what he was going to say.

"Where did you go this morning?" I questioned.

"I had to do some things," he shrugged.

"Don't leave me," I found myself hugging him, "Please."

I felt his body tense up as I hugged him. Although he acted as if he was uncomfortable, it only made me hug him longer. Yoongi then hugged me back slowly and gently. Somehow I felt safe once again. Maybe because he hasn't done me wrong yet.

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Yoongi hasn't let me go home for a while. We went there to grab my clothes in bags a week ago. His mother hasn't noticed me, but went to stay with a hooker. It was kind of awkward at times because I wasn't used to this house.

I stood in the kitchen window staring outside. There were flowers in the neighbors garden that were dying. The daisies that swayed in the breeze of the cold days were now shriveled up and lay back in the dirt. There was little rain today. I felt like it was some kind of hide away here.

Yoongi went to the refrigerator to grab something, but stopped himself from touching the handle. He then grabbed a cup from the cupboard and back to the fridge. I hopped up on the counter and sat there with my knees drawn to my chest. I watched him as he poured a glass of water.

He turned to me after he finished. A straight face went to a confused one. Our eyes locked for a split second, then I looked at the water in his hand. How awkward can you get? I asked myself.

"Did you want any?" he questioned.

"No," I shook my head.

"Are you sure?" he tilted his head with a small smile," You gotta stay hydrated or you'll end up like Mrs. Kwang's daisies over there."

I chuckled, "I'm sure."

He sat the water back in the fridge and turned to me again, "You wanna watch a movie?"

I thought for a moment, "What movie?"

"I was thinking Trick 'r Treat," Yoongi took a sip.

"Never heard of it," I said.

"You'll like it," he said.

I hopped off the counter and followed him into the living room. Yoongi turned the tv on and switched it on to the movie. It started out so confusing for me.

At first there was a couple that were walking home. The girl had a robot costume on, but took it off. She seemed as if she didn't like Halloween. The guy had went inside and laid down, leaving her to clean up their yard. She was taking down the Halloween decorations.

When she began taking down the sheets made to look like ghosts. Suddenly, a mysterious creature attacked her and dragged her in the sheets. It stabbed her with a half bitten lollipop that had looked like a pumpkin.

It had killed her with a lollipop. I stared at the tv as if it was a test. I kept asking myself how that was possible. Perhaps it was how the creature had done it. Or maybe she was allergic to that type of flavor?

Suddenly, the screen changed to the guy going to check on his girlfriend. He looked around the yard and saw some sheet different than the rest. His face became puzzled. Perhaps it was his imagination? The guy then pulled the sheet and revealed a horrific sight.

I screamed out of terror and hugged Yoongi quickly. My face was buried into his chest as if it would all go away. Maybe it would even? Yoongi wrapped his arm around me and chuckled.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I realized what I was even doing, "Yeah!"

Quickly, I sat up straight as if nothing had happened. Yoongi had some sort of pink tint to his face. I couldn't blame him, it was hot in here in general. Anyone's face would turn blood red if they were in here like this.

I looked back at the screen to see that the power went out. Yoongi and I both looked at each other as if to ask if the house was haunted or something. I rose to my feet and looked out the living room window. It was raining hard and someone must've wrecked. Or maybe it could be the wind just blowing hard.

I gazed at the trees to see if my prediction was correct. Fortunately, it wasn't. The wind was calmer than I had guessed. My eyes shifted to the neighbor in front of us. It was an old guy on his porch. His eyes were locked on me. His stare sent a chill down my spine. Slowly, I backed away from the window.

Yoongi was trying to fix the tv to see if it would work. It was one of those tvs that needed some kind of signal to work properly. The thing would go from black to static repeatedly like a broken record. I suppose that movie night just wasn't meant to be. After a few moments, Yoongi stood up and shook his head.

"Yoongi," I said almost quiet.

"Hmm?" he looked at me.

"Where did you go that morning a few weeks ago?" I asked.

"Oh," he scratched his head, "You know the place I showed you?"

"You went there?" I asked.

"Yep," he shrugged.

"How come?" I was getting more curious.

"Yes," he nodded.

I stared at him in utter confusion. Yes? Maybe it just wasn't any of my business anyway. Yet, it was somehow.

"I'm gonna go buy some noodles," I said.

"Out in this?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Come with me."

He raised an eyebrow, "Okay."