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If there was one thing Yoongi hated, it was parties.
Or, at least parties specifically held by Namjoon and Jungkook’s friends. They were the type to join random and weird clubs and groups at school, which lead to them knowing a lot of weird people.
But Yoongi loved his friends too much to deny them all the time, and he loved seeing how happy they got when he actually agreed to go along with them. They always said he’d make new friends at these parties, which he never did, but he didn’t mind. His two close friends were enough for him.
Usually the parties were loud, filled with people drinking, and had ridiculous themes. It made it easy for Yoongi to slip off to the side, unnoticed in the large crowd of people.
But not today, apparently. It was still loud, filled with people drinking and wandering around in obnoxiously bright clothing. Though what was different was that he didn’t get the chance to slip off, not when Jungkook grabbed his arm, pulling him along towards a door. “We’re not here for the normal party. We’re going to try something fun.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and Yoongi was around this odd behaviour enough to just go along with it.
They were taken down into what seemed to be the basement, with significantly less people. He recognised a few of them that had been around Namjoon and Jungkook a few times, but he wasn’t close with anyone. Once they reached the bottom he realised there couldn’t have been more than eight people, themselves included. Jungkook tugged him over to join his friends, who were sitting around a table in a circle, and when they got close enough, Yoongi saw why.
“No, no.” He quickly protested, pulling his wrist out of the youngers hold, shaking his head. “No way. I’m not touching it, I don’t care.”
Namjoon whined from where he was already taking his seat, rolling his eyes at him. “Nothing bad is going to happen.” He told him, glancing at the ouija board and back to Yoongi with a pleading look. “Please?”
But Yoongi shook his head again, having none of it. “No, I’m not playing. I’ll stay and watch you, but I’m not touching that creepy thing.” He mumbled, trying to keep his cheeks from heating up as a few of the guys chuckled at him.
“Here.” One of the guys Yoongi didn’t recognise offered as he pushed some stuff off of a chair, before carrying it to the corner for him to sit on when it was clear he wasn’t going to come too close. Yoongi mumbled a thank you as the other put it down, and he took his place on it.
Everyone took their seats around the table, Yoongi rolling his eyes as someone lit a few candles around the board, since it looked ridiculous. But he watched on as they all settled down, and eventually placed the planchette in the middle of the board, all with two fingers on it. A few of them sniggered as they drew figures of eight to start off, eventually stopping.
Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at everyone, before starting them off. “If there is anyone here who would like to talk to us?” He spoke up, silence filling the room for a few seconds.
After a minute of nothing he opened his mouth to speak again, but gasps came from everyone else around them as the planchette moved. “Who’s doing that?” Somebody asked, and they all looked between each other.
“Shut up. Give it a chance.” Another person said, eyes flickering over the board as their hands were moved. Yoongi couldn’t see exactly what was going on, but a few of them were mumbling under their breaths.
“H...e...l...l...o.”
“...Really?” The same person as before spoke up. “Who’s doing this? It’s a waste of time.” He asked, to be met with people mumbling that it wasn’t them.
“You wanted to be here, so just keep playing.” Jungkook murmured, before clearing his throat and speaking up louder. “Um… Okay. Is there a reason you’ve decided to communicate with us?”
They waited in silence for a few seconds before Yoongi could see their arms being moved with the planchette. It stopped moving, and someone snorted. “ No ? Really?”
Another guy laughed, shaking his head. “Shut up, maybe spirits get bored too. If I was dead and had nothing to do, I’d jump at the chance to talk to someone like this.”
Jungkook sighed before glancing at one of his friends, having had his turn at speaking. He thought for a few seconds before going for another question. “Do you like it, wherever you are?” He asked, curiously.
It took a few seconds before they all started murmuring between each other, deciding what to ask next already. “What did it say?” Yoongi asked, not wanting to be close yet also wanting to know what was going on.
Namjoon looked over at him, shrugging but not taking his fingers off the planchette. “It just circled and went back to no, again.” He informed him, and Yoongi leaned back in his chair with a hum.
They soon continued, each taking turns to ask stupid questions for a while, occasionally laughing at the answers. Yoongi’s attention quickly drifted, but was soon brought back by one of the guys clearing his throat before speaking up. “Are you… a good spirit?”
There was a silence, and Yoongi could see their shoulders moving as their fingers moved across the board, the silence still there even after it had stopped moving. They looked between each other, someone eventually saying something. “It, uh- It spelled out maybe.” He said, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was for him, or if he was just pointing it out in general.
One of them, who obviously wasn’t scared or didn’t believe in it, scoffed and shook his head. “It can’t hurt us anyway, guys.” He told them as he shifted a little in his seat, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked around the table, before taking his turn. “So, do you think any of us are cute, huh?”
A few of them laughed, rolling their eyes at him. But they all looked down to the board as the planchette moved, only to laugh again a few seconds later. “Yes?” The same guy said, grinning. “Aww, how sweet. It’s me, isn’t it?” He asked.
They all burst into laughter once more, and Yoongi could see that their hands had moved in a straight line, and it was likely hovering over the no. “Seems like you can’t get it with real people, or with spirits.” Namjoon teased the guy. “It’s obviously me, right?”
They took turns going around the table, asking the spirit if it was them. They all received the same answer, the planchette moving only to land back on the no, bringing another round of laughter and chuckles. “Come on, none of us? You said it was one of us.” Jungkook complained after the last person had been, before a smirk spread across his lips. “Ah… Is it Yoongi?” He asked, jokingly.
Their gazes fell to the board, and for some reason, a sickly feeling started rising in Yoongi’s throat. Nobody said anything, and the silence only made him dizzy. “Shit…” Someone muttered under their breath, obviously confused because Jungkook hadn’t specified who exactly Yoongi was. “...It moved to yes.”
The only sound to follow was the scraping of the chair against the ground as Yoongi got to his feet, unsettled and feeling sick. “I need a drink.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around himself to protect himself from the sudden realisation it was cold, rushing up the stairs and out of the basement.
For once, being back in the party helped him breathe easier, not feeling so confined in the small basement. He pushed his way through all the people to make his way to the kitchen, needing something to wash away the rest of the sickly feeling. There was thankfully much less people there, a few standing around the counter talking as they drank. But the sink area was free, and he quickly made his way over. He grabbed a cup, letting the water run for a few seconds before filling it up.
He closed his eyes as he tipped the cup back, easily drinking all the water at once. Once he was done he opened them again, jumping slightly as he was met with the sight of a guy sitting on the counter by the sink, watching him. He was used to weird people from all the parties he was dragged to, and ignored him as he got more water from the tap.
He took a few sips, before looking back to the guy, having felt his eyes on him still. “What do you want?” Yoongi asked, taking another drink before pouring the rest out and leaving the cup to the side. He already wanted to just go home, and hoped Namjoon and Jungkook would be done soon.
The guy raised an eyebrow as if confused by his question, before briefly glancing down at himself. Yoongi couldn’t deny that the guy was very pretty, but he wouldn’t admit it without an actual drink in him. “Me?” He asked, and took Yoongi’s look to mean yes. “Nothing. You’re just… cute.”
Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes at the words he’d heard from many different guys over the years. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” He said, even if his cheeks heated up slightly in embarrassment. He never used to be so blunt, but after years of shyly denying things and having people assume he was playing hard to get or something, he’d had to become more open to saying things directly.
But the stranger didn’t seem to take offense to it like most guys had in the past. Instead, he chuckled lowly and suddenly Yoongi felt even more embarrassed at his assumption. “Sleep with me?” He repeated, clicking his tongue. “I know what I said, but that’s a bit of a stretch.” He said, looking him up and down before shrugging, and Yoongi felt vaguely offended. Maybe he didn’t come here to get laid, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to look good enough for it.
“Whatever.” He huffed, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, and check the time. “What do you want, then?” Yoongi muttered, barely sparing the guy another glance as he typed out a message to Namjoon.
“Who said I wanted anything?” The stranger asked, tilting his head, and eventually Yoongi looked back up to meet his gaze. He couldn’t quite place the feeling that creeped up on him, a cold sensation running down his spine and he felt uneasy under his gaze. “I don’t want anything from you.”
The way he said it made the feeling grow, for some reason, and he swallowed thickly. “Uh, okay.” He said, dumbly. He slid his phone back into his pocket, before taking a step back. “I’m gonna… go.” Yoongi muttered, not caring to wait for a response as he turned on his heels, leaving the kitchen again.
Not wanting to go back down into the basement he stood near the door, looking around cautiously every few seconds. He checked his phone when it buzzed in his pocket to find a message from Namjoon saying that they’d be up in a minute, and could go home since they weren’t up for staying at the actual party.
He patiently waited until the door opened, not even realising as he let out a sigh of relief, heading to his friends when they exited. “Hyung!” Jungkook greeted him, with a grin. “Are you alright? You didn’t look great when you left…” He asked as they reached the front door, leaving the house.
Yoongi shook his head, offering him a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry, I just needed a drink.” He told the younger as they headed to the car, Yoongi climbing into the driver's seat with Namjoon beside him, the other in the backseat. “How was the rest of your little game, anyway?”
Jungkook gasped, and Namjoon shrugged a little beside him. “You only just missed it!” The younger exclaimed as Yoongi pulled out onto the street, driving off towards Namjoon’s place to drop him off first. “Right as you left, all of the candles went out, just like that! And the spirit just stopped responding too, boring, it didn’t answer many more fun questions. But you should have seen everyone's faces.”
“It was pretty funny.” Namjoon said beside him, in amusement. “There must have been a breeze from you opening the basement door, but everyone just froze, and half of them looked terrified.” He said, and Yoongi chewed the inside of his cheek.
The uneasy feeling was still lingering, and he didn’t know why. He just wanted to get home and sleep it off already, or maybe it was him getting sick or something. Either way, he wanted to crawl into bed already. He dropped Namjoon off and it wasn’t long before he was stopped near Jungkook’s dorm.
“Thanks for the ride.” Jungkook said to him through the open window, seeming to hover around for a few seconds before speaking up again. “Just- Get home safe, alright?” He said, not knowing why he felt the need to say it.
Yoongi chuckled, rolling his eyes at him. “Hey, I’m the older one here, I should be saying that.” He said, before gesturing for him to go. “Now, get inside. I’m not leaving until I see that you’re inside the building.”
Jungkook grinned, standing up properly. “You’re sweeter than you let on to be, you know that?” He said as he walked backward towards the building. “Bye! Make sure you message me or Joonie when you get home.” He waved, before turning around the walk up the stairs to the door, making his way inside.
Shaking his head, Yoongi put his window up again before driving off when he was sure Jungkook was inside safely. He distracted himself with the radio as he drove and luckily it wasn’t long before he arrived, and was more than happy to be finally closing his apartment door behind him.
With a low sigh, he locked the door behind himself, tugging off his jacket and shoes. He decided he couldn’t be bothered showering, and that it could be a task for the morning. Yoongi made his way to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and actually use the bathroom.
Once he was done he stripped himself of his clothes apart from his underwear, leaving it all in the bathroom to clean up tomorrow, too tired to care. He felt completely drained for some reason, and he guessed staying up late most nights was just taking a toll on him and his body. He couldn’t help the relieved sigh that left his lips when he finally fell into bed, tugging the blankets over him.
Yoongi plugged his phone in and sent off a quick message to say that he’d got home fine to the groupchat between himself, Jungkook and Namjoon before locking the screen again, putting the phone down. His eyes were already closing as he turned off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving him the darkness of his room.
He fell asleep basically right away, which was unusual, but he couldn’t exactly acknowledge or question it in his unconscious state. His body was just happy for the rest that he seemingly needed, instantly falling into a deep sleep.
Though his deep sleep only left him vulnerable, not able to feel the unsettled feeling that would have returned, creeping slowly up his spine. And it left him completely blind, completely unaware of the presence lingering in his apartment, the figure watching him silently from the doorway of his bedroom as he slept peacefully.