The man blinked slowly as he drove through the empty streets at 2am. Snow softly fell over his car as he drove on and on around the slumbering bits of Seoul. All of this with his mind swimming in long winded thoughts and his heart heavy in this searing, painful sadness. Those two things were busily keeping him up at night and the only way he could seem to calm his mind and aching heart down was to drive mindlessly through the darkness.

Yoongi had never cared much for driving, but there seem to be some form of comfort in it for his busily conscious mind. He had always viewed the process of driving as a form of transportation and that was the end of that. He had never seen it as a form of comfort ever. But, there he was, driving endlessly through the night. He probably shouldn’t be driving with such little sleep, but he had to. Over the course of the past month, driving was the only thing that seemed to calm him and his newly discovered nightly anxiety down. When he drove, the only thing he could focus on was the darkness, the dimly lit roads in front of him, and nothing else. Those three things combined calmed his restless soul and had been the only way to calm him down enough to sleep after hours of driving.

Most of the streets he drove on didn’t take him to exciting places. They just took him to destinations that he’d never thought of. At times they led him down to tiny, narrow roads of small neighborhoods, or to some questionable and dingy gas stations in suburbs, or even to the Shin residency but that was only in the most unfortunate cases. He sure didn’t think much when he drove late at night like this, but there were always those silver of moments when his mind slipped and thought way too much. In those brief seconds, he wondered if he truly did deserve to be happy. For all the pain he had caused, did he deserve to live the good life he had?

The answer was: no.

He didn’t, not a single bit of it.

Yoongi had recently found the broken phone of his encounter with the tall, well-dressed fellow with blonde hair and an interestingly boxy smile, whom called himself Death. He had stashed it away so well that he had forgotten entirely about its existence until now. Although a good chunk of Yoongi did believe it was real, he wondered if his “untimely death” was some kind of fabrication of his imagination after all this time. What had happened with the drunk driving and car crash all just seemed too surreal, but the other man’s words still rung in his ear.

‘Since you were stubborn and made the wrong choice by refusing to let fate take its course, you’re here and dead.’

But, what if Yoongi died on the inside instead? If not then when ‘Death’ decided to let him relive his life, then after Inhye took Yoonsung out of his life. Does a living as mindless corpse still count as an ‘untimely death’?

As he was crossing an intersection with a green light, a pair of blinding headlights came straight towards him from his left. This immediate action caused him to pull out of his thoughts. However, before he could react, he and his car was struck on the side by the other driver in a loud collision. The whole entire world slowed down as he felt the other car ram straight into his body, snapping the bones of his left leg and ribcage in half. The impact of the collision was so hard that his head hit against the glass of his door and leaving large cracks indented in it. Yoongi could barely register anything aside from the loud screeching of both of the cars swerving against the pavement, the spinning of his car going out of control, and the movement of a warm liquid trickling down his forehead. His car came to an abrupt stop after colliding disastrously into one of the street light posts.

Yoongi quickly tried to find his phone in the midst of his surging pain as that dark, warm liquid blurred the left side of his vision. He needed to call for help, but the sound of the other car speeding off caught his attention. Yoongi stared at the tail lights of the intruder of his peaceful night, trying to make out the license plate. But, he could barely see anything with his left eye being practically blinded by this dark liquid. He quickly brought his hand up to wipe it away only to find out that it was his own blood. He swallowed hard as his breathing became labored as he stared worryingly at his bloodied hand. There was an alarming pain forming in his chest as his heart rate shot up. He frantically tried to reach for his now buzzing phone under the steering wheel, but couldn’t. It was all too painful as he began to wheeze out small puffs of air.

“Looks like we meet again, Min Yoongi.” said a chilling, familiar voice.

Ah, Death.

An increasingly cold silver ran down Yoongi’s spine as he turned to the familiar blonde man sitting comfortably in the passenger’s side, with short huffs. This time, the other man was draped in an all-black attire in a clean-cut, crispy suit and Yoongi couldn’t help but notice the twinkling silver Rolex sitting on his left wrist. It almost looked like one from his own collection.

“Why is it that I always seem to meet you because of some crazy car accident?” The creepy boxy smile immediately plastered itself across the man’s face. “It’s barely been a little over a year. Can’t you just hold your horses for once? If you want to die that badly, then I’ll gladly take you. But… My friend up there,” The blonde pointed towards the sky and his smile curled into a smirk. “Will be angry at me. It misses up with all that stupid paper work, ya know?” He casually shrugged as he continued to smile slyly in Yoongi’s direction.

Yoongi blinked slowly, feeling an increased exhaustion loom over him. He didn’t care what the guy up there wanted and what the hell this fool in front of him preferred. “Yoonsung… Inhye.” he wheezed, softly. “They… Tell them that I…”

The blonde man quirked his eyebrow, curious. He let out a dry laugh, literally mocking Yoongi. “That what?” he snapped. His voice was sharp as a blade, cutting through the train of Yoongi’s weakening consciousness. “What do you want from me, Yoongles?”

Tears wield up in Yoongi’s eyes. “Tell them that I’m sorry.” he breathed, loudly. His breathing was becoming more shallow as his chest pain worsened. “Please tell them that I’m sorry. I really am.” He started to sob.

What looked like pity crossed Death’s face for a second too long. His smirk fell into a pursed thin line and he quickly crossed his arms. Then, he let out a sigh. He took a last glance over at Yoongi and reached over. Before the darkness consumed Yoongi’s blurred and bloodied vision, all he saw was the looming of the other man’s big hand over his eyes and that deep, calm voice asking, “You sure are a ing handful, aren’t you?”

So, this was how Min Yoongi was going to die after all.

How unfortunate when he still had so many regrets in his life.

Inhye was unusually restless and she didn’t know why. She just knew that she couldn’t fall asleep despite being tired physically and mentally. It had been a long day at work and she was excited to hit the hay, but she couldn’t fall asleep. She frowned as she slipped out of bed. She was planning on going down the hall to Yoonsung’s room when she walked past her nightstand. The tall empty glass that sat comfortably on it suddenly came tumbling down despite the fact that she didn’t even bump into it.

The jarring sound of the glass cup hitting the hardwood floor in the dead of the night left an unsettling feeling in Inhye’s guts. She stared down at the shards of broken glass with a deep frown and furrowed brows. But, without a second thought, she went downstairs to grab a dustpan and broom to sweep away the mess. The last thing she wanted was for Yoonsung come bouncing in her room in the morning and get hurt.

As she made her way down to the first floor, she just couldn’t shake off the uneasiness and anxiety that have settled over her since the cup broke. She took the time in the kitchen to calm herself down by making herself some chamomile tea. She was hoping that her warm cup of tea on this cold night would help lull her to bed, but she doubt that it would since she was so shaken up by the broken cup.

Even though she was doubtful that the tea was going to help calm down her nerves, it had successfully done so. Inhye was humming gently as she sipped on her warm drink when something caught her eye at the sliding door that lead to the backyard. It was a stray golden cat, watching her intently with its strange dark eyes. There was something eerie about this cat as it just sat there, not moving.

There’s usually no stray cats in this neighborhood so this was unusually strange in the weirdest ways. When did it get there? How long had it already been watching her? A chill washed over Inhye as she got up from her chair. The cat suddenly let out a loud meow, startling her. Much like the sound of the glass cup breaking, the its creepy howl made her uneasy and immediately unsettled her now calm nerves.

Inhye quickly moved from the table to the sink and placed her mug down by its side. Without another look at the strange cat, she turned off the lights and darted out of the kitchen. She headed straight upstairs and into Yoonsung’s room. There was no way she could possibly sleep alone after all of that. Forget about the darn broom and dustpan. She didn’t want to be down in the kitchen any longer.

Thankfully, the gentle breathing of her sleeping son helped calm her down. It did much better than the tea and she regret going down to the kitchen this late at night. Usually, she wouldn’t be such a scaredy cat but there was just something strange in the air tonight that was putting her on edge. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like it. She especially didn’t like how there was a thread of anxiety that still clung onto her that left her still disturbed and unsettled. In the middle of all that, Inhye received a phone call.

Hoseok woke up with a start. His phone was ringing from his side and he let out a groan as he grabbed it. Who would be calling him now in the middle of the night? It was an unknown number and he never picked up calls from people he didn’t know. The unknown caller seemed to be persistent as he or she stayed on the line up until they were directed to voicemail. Hoseok waited to see if this person was going to leave a voicemail because who the calls people at 3:10am. It wasn’t long before the voicemail notification lit up his phone. Curious, he listened to it only to be surprised that it was the Seoul Police Department that was calling him.

“Hello, Mr. Jung Hoseok, my name is Kim Shian and I am a police officer calling from the Seoul Police Department. There has been a car crash in Ui-dong, Gangbuk-gu involving Min Yoongi. We got a hold of his phone and you are the last person to have called him. We are hoping that you can call his family or relatives as the ambulance transports him to the Seoul National University Hospital. You can call me back at 010-”

Hoseok immediately jolted out of bed, shaking. Yoongi? His friend, Yoongi, was in a car accident? Before he knew it, he was out of his home with his wallet and car keys jingling in his hands, heading straight for the elevator. He didn’t like the idea of driving, especially with how distraught he was, but he really didn’t have a choice. He didn’t want to call a cab this late into the night. He’d probably have to wait forever for them and the last thing he wanted to do was waste any more time when he needed to get to the other side of the city fast.

He called the police officer back, despite being jittery and shaken up. According to the man, Yoongi’s car was completely salvaged and the investigating team has taken out the black box in the car and any CCTV footage from the area to see what had happened. The accident was labeled as highly unusual and could possibly linked to a driver driving under the influence.

Hoseok couldn’t help but frown as he drove through the snowy streets of Seoul with shaky hands. He already warned Yoongi not to drive around so late. It just wasn’t safe. All this late night driving was a random new hobby for Yoongi and Hoseok just couldn’t understand why. Apparently, the older man would drive for hours and hours on end to anywhere and