It was dark outside. Darker than he could remember.

“Something happened” he thought moving his head back and forth seeing if someone was there.

There was no one though, no person only silence and some lamps here and there on the empty street.

The weather wasn’t one of the bests and the moon was barely seen.

Some drops of the last thunderstorm scrolling down the roofs of the houses.

He felt the cold wind blowing slightly through his dark hair.

He could hear the blood rushing in his body and .. there! There was someone.

“Where are you?” he sighed lightly.

“Come on, don’t be afraid” the shadow said.

From the corner of the street a boy approached.

“Who are you?” he spoke.

“There’s no importance of who am I, you’ll never remember me anyway”

The light of a lamp illumined the boy’s face. He was handsome, white cheeks and black hair.

Under his bangs, his black eyes. They were puffy, maybe he cried.

Was he scared? The question came across the shadow’s mind.

But It wasn’t the first time right? The first time he wanted to die. The first time he called him.

“You’re skinnier” he noticed.

“A-am i? I don’t think so”

“What did you did this time? You didn’t ate for months?”

“I’m sick..” the boy said.

“What is it? Depression? Yeah it ”

“Who are you?” he asked again.

The shadow hesitated.

“I am… the one you always wanted to see. The one you always wanted next to you”

The boy didn’t replied. He was confused.

“Dad?” he shamelessly said.

The shadow giggled.

“No, death” he said. “I am the death”

“But how do you know me?”

“I told you, you wanted me. I just came.” He replied.

“So… what is it this time? You cut? You got hit by a car?”

“I don’t know… i-I just thought about … you it was just a silly thought… why are you here?”

“Because you called” the shadow said.

“B-but where were you when I tried to commit suicide?”

“I was there, you just don’t remember”

Finally the shadow came closer to the boy. He was tall and dressed with black clothes.

He had a calm aura. Calmer than the boy could imagine.

How can the death be so calm?

Then his pale face. Then his lips. They were pink and so kissable.

The boy stepped back, he couldn’t fall for the death.

“What? Am I too much for you?” the death smiled.

“How can the death be so handsome?” the thought the boy’s mind like a lighting.

“Oh… Min Yoongi. You spent your life being rude with people and hating your life. Are you scared now?”

“N-no”

“Then what is it?” the death glanced at him.

“I didn’t wanted to die this time…” Yoongi said.

“Are you sure?” the death took his hand and brought him in a dark room.

“That’s you right?”

On a wall there was an image of Yoongi lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.

“But-“

“It wasn’t a silly thought you finally did it” the death said.

“Aren’t you happy I come after you?” he giggled.

Yoongi was shocked. He didn’t felt anything, not even pain. So dying isn’t a bad feeling after all.

“Yes..” he creepily smiled.

“Oh… you’re so stupid” the death said.

He was elegant and liked to gesticulate when he talked.

“Don’t you worry about what your family will thought?”

“No why would I?” Yoongi replied.

On the image suddenly a woman appeared. She was sad and was crying over the death body of Yoongi.

But nothing. Yoongi felt nothing again.

“Look at the way she acts, isn’t she a good actress?” he said.

“I don’t think she’s acting, she seems in pain”

“She never gave a about me how could she be in pain for me?”

The lady was now hugging Yoongi’s body and an old man approached as the lady couldn’t stop crying.

“What about your stepfather?” the death asked.

“Is he acting as well?”

Yoongi started laughing.

“Yes, I don’t believe he would ever care about me”

Then the image changed.

It was somewhere in an hospital, some ladies talking out loud and a sad boy looking at Yoongi’s corpse.

Yoongi took his breath.

“Is that your hyung?” the death asked.

“What’s he doing here?” Yoongi coldly asked.

He seemed annoyed by the presence of his brother.

“You’re his little brother and you died.”

The death obviously said.

Then next to him a girl.

She walked slowly to where Yoongi was and gave him a doll.

“I’m sorry I took your telephone yesterday. I’m sorry I upset you. I’m sorry I said to dad that you were going to that concert. I’m sorry. Can you come back?” she asked.

“No I can’t” Yoongi replied.

“She can’t hear you” the death said.

Yoongi gave him a “you don’t say” look.

“What? Can’t I joke sometimes?”

“No.” he coldly replied.

“So you feel nothing for both your brother and sister? What about your friends then?”

The imagine changed again. It was his funeral.

Five guys wearing black were sadly looking at the black coffin.

“Why didn’t he told us?” one of them said.

“Why should I tell you Jin? You didn’t cared anyway” Yoongi said.

“I was going to ask him if he wanted to stay in my room at the dorm” Jin said.

“I guess we need to delete all the plans for his birthday” another tall boy said.

“What they were planning my birthday?” Yoongi asked.

“That’s what he said” the death answered.

“Why did he did this?” another boy cried.

“No Jungkook don’t cry” Yoongi said.

Finally showing some sentiments.

“Don’t cry Jungkookie” another boy said.

“But V hyung-“

“It’s ok he’s in a better place now” V said.

The image disappeared.

Both Yoongi and the death remaining in silence for awhile.

“So… where am I going now?”

“Somewhere” the death said.

“A-are you going to stay with me?”

“Why should I, there are other people who need me”

“B-but I thought you would stay with me” Yoongi’s voice broke

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you” the death approached.

Yoongi watched in his eyes deeply.

“I didn’t wanted to die” he whispered.

“It’s ok” the death said hugging him.

It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful.

Yoongi felt tired and was falling slowly.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Too late though. He fell in a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he could see some bright lights coming from somewhere.

“Yoongi”

“Yoongi!”

“YOONGI!” his mother shouted waking him up.

“Come on, you’re late” she said.

Yoongi was confused.

Was that all a dream? But what about the boy! A-and everything he saw.

“Are you going to get up or not?” his mother asked again.

Yoongi smiled.

“Mom!” he said hugging her.

“Oh my god get off.. ok ok- yes I love you too!” she said trying to get him off on her.

Finally he woke up and went to school.

He felt dizzy but happy.

“Please everyone welcome Hoseok to our class” the teacher said.

Yoongi looked around trying to see the new kid.

“Hello!” a smiling boy walked in the class.

He paused and glared at everyone until he stopped his gaze on Yoongi smirking.

Yoongi shocked.

Isn’t that the boy he saw in his dream?

The death?