Incubus [BOOK 1] (Jimin FF)

The Confession (Y/N's POV)

I'm suspecting something about Yoosung.

He isn't who he says he is.

I want to know what really happened that day. That day when my parents died.

I'm going to my old house. The one that my parents died in.

It's in a deep part of the forest. It'll take me a few hours to get there, but I'm willing to go.

First, I need to pack a few supplies. Food, water, and weapons. Just in case I get attacked.

I headed back to my apartment and packed the necessities.

Now I'm ready.

I started my long walk towards my old home.

After 1 hour passed, I was sure someone was following me.

2 more hours passed.

Damn, they're still following me?

I quickened my pace. So did they.

I've had enough..

I reached into my pocket to pull out my dagger.

I quickly whirled around and threw the dagger directly at the person.

"Whoa! Chill! It's just me!" Jimin dodged the dagger, and it hit a tree instead.

"You couldn't have just told me you were there?" I scoffed.

I went over to the tree to pick the dagger up and stuffed it back into my pocket.

"You were acting strange, so I wanted to see where you were going," he shrugged.

"So you followed me? For 3 hours?" I crossed my arms and asked.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Well, there's no use going back now. Might as well bring you along," I sighed.

He smiled at that. I couldn't help but also smile.

"I have to ask you. Where are you going? This place seems awfully familiar," he commented.

"My old house. You may know it," I said.

"What do you mean I might know it?" I didn't answer, but instead, I just smiled.

The sound of leaves crunching under our feet filled the air. The sound was kind of relaxing to hear.

"You have an older brother, right?" I suddenly asked.

"How did you know that?"

"Right now, I'm not answering any questions. I'm asking them," I said.

"Fine. Yes, I do have an older brother," he clarified.

"How did he die?"

"Hunters."

"Do you know who the Hunters were?"

"No. My mother and father never told me who they were."

"That's good to know. That way, you'll hate me less," I quietly said.

"You're weird today," he mumbled.

"Say that again, and I'll kick you."

"So violent," he commented.

"Why don't you just teleport to your house? Isn't this tiring for you?" I asked.

"Nothing is tiring when I'm with you," he said and smiled.