Yeonjun left the door to Beomgyu's bedroom ajar, the soft light from the bedside lamp spilling faintly into the hallway.
He lingered a second longer, watching the gentle rise and fall of Beomgyu's chest. The boy had finally begun to relax, his breath slow, though one hand remained curled near where Yeonjun had just been...as if to hold the absence itself.
Then Yeonjun turned away.
His steps through the house were quiet. The kind of quiet trained into someone who couldn't afford to make noise. Not anymore.
Front door — locked.
Back latch — secure.
Windows — latched.
He flicked off the hall light, leaving only the bedside lamp casting its glow into the hallway.
Everything was still...
...Until it wasn't.
Something made him pause mid-step.
A sound...not inside, but alarmingly near.
Yeonjun drifted toward the window by the living room, letting his body disappear into the shadows just beside the curtain. Slowly, fingers barely brushing the fabric, he moved it aside half an inch.
And then suddenly!—
Nothing.
Just the yard.
Damp grass, garden hose coiled near the tap and The faint hum of streetlights outside the gate.
He almost turned away...
until something shifted.
A shape. Right there at the edge of the yard, just beyond the broken fencepost, half-swallowed by the shadows of the hedge.
Standing sideways. Watching the house.
Watching him.
A black mask. Smooth, expressionless.
Just that head tilt...just enough to see.
Yeonjun didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't breathe.
The figure didn't move either.
It just stood there. The distance made it bearable. But the distance meant nothing.
Because it had already found this house.
Found Beomgyu.
And it wasn't gone. It was waiting.
Yeonjun's fingers curled tighter on the curtain. No sudden moves. No sound. Just a single thought firing cold and clear through the maze of his mind:
"It came back as expected."
Then the figure shifted...not toward the house, but away. Slipping silently behind the hedge. Gone like smoke.
Yeonjun didn't chase it.
Instead, he backed away, step by step, until the hallway swallowed him again.
The door to Beomgyu's room was still open.
He stood outside it for a long moment, eyes fixed ahead. Listening. Watching.
Because the game had started.
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''~°.HIDE AND SEEK.°~'' | YEONGYU
FanfictionHighest rankings - #1 in Beomjun #8 in murderer #13 in Yeongyu #4 in Beomgyu When Beomgyu's nightmares bleed into reality, Yeonjun is pulled back into a friendship he thought was long gone. But the deeper he steps in, the more he realizes the nigh...
