"And she will be the light his darkness has long for"

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Keeping my book on my night table, I turn off the lamp and turn to other side on my bed. It's three in the morning at I can't sleep. It's not like I have trouble while sleeping. I usually sleep a lot but tonight, I just can't.

When I close my tired droopy eyes, all I see and think about is him. The man I saw fighting a few hours ago. I'm not a fan of blood and violence, certainly not fan of people who does it. And yet, here I am on my bed with my mind utterly awake and confused thinking about it.

This is all because of Da Eun. I shouldn't have gone with her. Now I can't sleep because I'm thinking of him.

Why in the universe's sake am I thinking of him?

That creepy looking Dracula looking man, why am I so intriguid towards him?

Is it because I've been reading about too many red flags in my books lately that I've started to romanticise them? Probably.

I've been clear to stay away from men like him ever since a boy like that broke me inside out. I've been sure about never even crossing paths with boys like him. I've had my lesson and don't want history to repeat.

But just looking at him won't do any wrong.

Shut up, Hana, just shut up.

I used to only look at Mingyu too at first and then it just escalated, I made some completely wrong mistakes and ended up heartbroken. I'm still healing and I do not have time or heart for another similar red flag.

I've had made up my mind since last one and a half year that I'll only focus on myself. No crushes or dating whatsoever. I've revolved my life around myself, and my career, and the only men that are actually good- fictional.

Yes, I'm a nerd who drools over fictional men because real ones disappoint. In one way or another.

I mean can there ever be a man who's hot, will unalive anyone who touches me, is obsessed with me and calls me cute nicknames? No, there won't be. That's why I'll just live like this.

Who needs a man, by the way? It's OK.

I sigh as I hear soft pittar patter of raindrops on my window. It has stopped raining, almost. I love weather like this, cloudy dark sky, water sprinkling from above giving out sound of the softest music ever while hitting the glass of my window. It's not thundering outside, not even any sign of strong winds. It's just peacefully drizzling while I'm wrapped in my warm blanket as my room is cool.

I close my eyes in attempt to give peace to my brain when suddenly a certain man's certain smirk flashes in my mind for thousandth time.

Oh my holy mother of sweet flowers!

Why can't I let this go?

It isn't like I saw such good looking man for the first time, now is it? It's just the look that he gave me.

Call me delusional but I kind of liked that I was his center of attention for that one second.

Ugh, look at me relishing that one second like I've had crush on him.

But hey cmon think of him as one of your book guys... A bad guy who's only good for one girl.

Well, Mr. Oh so stupid brain, that's not how bad boys work. They come into your life like the hardest storm, run the havoc and wreck every aspect of your life before they leave you in nothing but pieces that neither you nor anyone can collect. So shut up with your delusion butt.

But what if-

I whine as my brain talks again and again, giving me real life migraine. I sometimes hate these voices in my mind. They've been there ever since I remember. Sometimes they're too loud and I have to suppress them from making me do things that'll make me regret next morning.

Reading books keeps my mind busy not giving it enough time to overthink about everything and everyone in my life because sometimes the overthinking episodes get so intense that people literally advise me to go see a doctor.

Well that's a whole new concept of my life. Overthinking is not always bad, right? Sometimes when you're overthinking, you end up-

A noise from downstairs startles my thoughts. Everything speaking in my mind goes silent and I hear nothing. It's just silence as I lay there with eyes wide open to hear it again. Please tell me I'm hallucinating, I don't want to see some ghost.

Well wouldn't it be amazing? The weather outside perfectly matches the theme, isn't it?

Shut up, stupid brain! Go back to being silent, I'll have panic attack. Or worse.

My heartbeat skyrocket when I hear clear sharp noise of someone trying to open the front door.

Oh my holy mother of ghosts.

What is happening? Who's there?

I wanna know but I'm frozen in my place. What if it's some thief trying to enter my house. Why do I live alone?

Sorry to interrupt again, but weren't you the one who fought with mom and dad to give you a whole house so you could live alone in the city?

Oh holy mother of wise people, why didn't you kick some sense into me that time?

I gulp and then sit up in my bed. It's so silent that I hear my bedsheets ruffle around me as I sit up straight. My body has run cold. But my parents have made me the safest house in the world, if it's really some robber I don't tnink they'll be able to enter my-

The sound of my front door opening echoes through my house and I nearly shriek.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!

My heartbeat is so loud that I hear it in my ear. I blink my eyes to see something in dark but I can't. I reach for my specs on the side table. I swear to God, if it's some prank, I'll whoop the life out of that person. But at the same time, I'm praying that it's just a prank. It's better than an actual thief in your house.

The second I hear the footsteps, I scramble out of the bed quietly. I'll run a hovac at my parent's house after tonight. They told me this house has the safest lock! How can someone just enter like that?

Did you actually lock the door?

Yes, I did! I swear to holy mother of truth, I did-

Did I, actually?

Oh lord, this isn't the time to re evaluate my messed up life decisions. All I know is someone has break into my house and I have no will to die so young.

I remember having a baseball. I bought it for times like this! I actually am smart.

As I locate it under my bed, I hear quiet footsteps downstairs. If I was sleeping right now, I wouldn't have been able to listen to it. I don't know if I should be thankful that I'm not sleeping or not.

Anyways, I slowly walk towards the door of my room and check if it's locked. It is, luckily. Next, I attach my ear to hard cold wood and try to hear any commotion downstairs.

Nothing. It's peaceful.

The pitter patter of rain has stopped. The room is awfully quite. All I can hear is my raged breathing and pounding heartbeat in my ears. My forehead is sweaty. I feel like I'll pass out anytime.

Is there even someone out ther-

Squeaky sound of wooden staircase that attaches the ground floor to my room reaches my ear and I almost fall on the ground.

Nonononononono

Don't come upstairs! I check the lock of my room, it's locked. I press my body harder to the door so that the person don't enter inside.

My head spins and I almost drop the baseball in my hands. No, I need to hold tight. It's the only weapon I have right now!

Imagine he has a gun-

SHUT UP.

No, please holy mother of sympathy, have some mercy on me. I've never done anything bad. I've always been a good girl, right. Think about the little puppies that I feed, who will feed them if I die? Who will water my tiny plants in the garden if I die? Who will be the shoulder to my friends when they'll cry? Who-

The knob of my door turns.

My mouth falls open and my eyes widen. I use my one hand to tightly clutch my mouth from letting out any noise while my other hand tightens it's grip on the baseball. My body is glued to the door, applying as much pressure I can so that he won't open the door.

I know my door is locked but I guess so was the front door too, still he entered. Whoever this person is, they know it all and I fear whoever they are.

The knob turns again and I feel someone applying pressure from outside but the door is locked, so they couldn't do anything. They tried two times again but the door didn't open.

Tears escape my eyes as I clutch my mouth harder. Don't make any noise stay silent.

I hear a sigh from outside, it's a manly sigh. Whoever is at the other side of the door is a man.

Is it lucifer? Came here to take me with him? But what sin have I done, my holy mother?!

Soon, I hear the man turn around and descending down the stairs. He is so careful with his steps, not letting out much noise. He's very sleak, like he does this every night while innocent girls are sleeping.

After I hear him getting off the stairs, I hear his footsteps walking towards the front door. Soon enough, I hear the soft click of the door indicating that he has left.

I run to my window to see who was the man. I draw my curtains apart and look down towards the porch steps.

I see a man walking out of my house's front door. It's dark and moist outside because of the rain but the porch light of my house can show me the body of the intruder.

He's a big man. Tall and mascular. He's wearing a full arm length black compression shirt. His muscles flex from under the tight material. Along with it, he's wearing lose black joggers with black gym shoes. He looks like a young man who goes to gym daily. I can't see any skin except of his hands.

His face is also covered with some mask, I suppose, because I can't figure out.

But I guess the man is in totally no mood to disappoint me because right before he crosses the boundary of my house, he turns around to look at the front door again.

A chill runs down my spine as I see his face which is clad by a mask. It's a ghost mask. The white one with big eyes and long mouth.

Oh holy mother of sexiness-

Wait, did I find it sexy?

Did I find the intruder who broke into my house sexy? How could I?

As I am shaking the thing out of my mind, the man tilts his head upwards and looks at the direction of my window. I inhale loudly as I immediately hide behind the curtains.

My heart beat fastens again. I hope he hasn't seen me. I hope he thinks no one's home and just left. I hope he's gone.

I stay hidden behind the curtains for a minute or two, I don't want to see that ghost face.

After some time when I finally get the courage to look outside, I see nothing. No one was there. I quickly run downstairs to see what happened there? What did he do? And most importantly if he stole something, then what? Because there was no noise I heard from downstairs when he was here. He went back empty handed too.

As I hop down the stairs, I look around. It's same, nothing changed. The light in on like always, I have a serious fear of dark so lights are always on at night.

There is no disturbance at all. I walk to the main door and turn the knob, of course, the door was open. I lock it and mentally slap myself for being so careless. I better not do this again.

But why did he come here if he didn't want to take anything with him?

God, it's like he came in, stralled around and then left. But why?

Was I hallucinating it all? Wait, am I dreaming?

As I turn to leave, I feel my throat was drying up. My mind still processing the moments that happened just know, guides me to the kitchen.

Should I call mom and dad?

Yeah, and do you think they'll let you live here alone anymore?

No, they won't.

Should I call Da Eun? But I'm sure she's asleep.

Perhaps I should just scold myself for being so damn careless and learn my lesson to not do it anymore. Yeah, it's the best.

I open the fridge and fetch out a bottle of water, before gulping the liquid down. It feels way better. When I'm done, I sigh and after standing there a few seconds, I turn to leave.

I gasp loudly when my sight falls on the kitchen island.

Oh my God?

Is this a white towel? Yes, it is.

I walk towards it and my back starts sweating. I don't use white stuff, that Colour is too bland for my liking. I surely don't own any white towel. And even if I did, why would I keep it here on the kitchen table? And also, set so nicely?

I take deep shallow breathes as I reach the towel. I touch it with my fingers and feel the soft texture. As I feel a little comfortable than before, I snatch it and pull it towards me.

The towel opens and dark musky scent reaches my nostrils. I've smelt this scent before. As I bring the material up to my nose to smell it more, all the neurons in my brain connect with each other and tell me exactly what I needed the answer for.

It's Jungkook's.

The towel that slapped on my face earlier today smelt like this. Is this by any chance the same towel? Why would it be here? Why would someone break in to just give me a towel? What is happening?!

I look down and see a small card laying on the floor. It's matte black in Colour. I suppose it came with this towel only.

I bend down to hold it and then stand to my full height to inspect it. It has something written on it with a small gold ghost facemask outline encarved on its one edge. I squint my eyes under dim light to decipher what's written on it but when I actually saw what's written on it, my hands shook for a moment.

OH my God.....?

"Dare throw this away again and next visit in your house will not be so peaceful

- BSJK"

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I may have a thing for ghost face masked men. It's hot af, OK!

I mean yup, fuck me.

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~Aster🌸