Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

18. A Contract

Passing time and staying awake is not easy to manage. You literally don't even know who this guy is, yet here you are at the wee hours of the night. You say you don't care... then why are you still driving towards the address that's now an hour away. Huffing, you take another long sip of coffee, cranking the stereo louder to keep yourself from falling asleep. Time passes, and finally, you pull up to the entrance of a secluded neighborhood. The only light seen is the one showcasing the neighborhood sign, but other than that, it looks dark for miles. "What am i getting myself into..."

Taking a few turns, your GPS finally signals that you've arrived, but when you look to your left, there's an especially tall and thick gate that guards your destination. There's a keypad sticking up from the ground, clearly what allows you to enter the land. "Damn, I remembered he said to remember a number... and it started with a 1? No, a 2. There's a 1... shit." Trying to work out the numbers, you conclude the first two numbers are 21, but what's the other one? "Fuck it, we goin sicko mode. 210. No. 211. No. 212. No. 213. No. 214. No. 215. No. 216. No. 217. No. 218. No. 219. Yes! Sheesh, first try."

The iron gates open slowly, but as soon as you're in, they're shutting abruptly. There's a long dark paved path as far as you can see, but no house or structure of any sort yet. "This just can't be easy, can it?" Driving down the path cautiously, you observe small animals and thick forest, but nothing else. Finally, out of nowhere, a porch of a homely looking ranch appears in your headlights, the rest of the house encased in the darkness of the night. This is where he wanted to meet? The little home looks innocent... but if anyone knows about a cover up, it's you. You turn off the headlights, parking right after the path merges with grass and dirt. Refraining from making noise, you shut the engine off and quietly open the door, being sure to shut it gently after hopping out. There are no lights on around the house, only tiny blips far off from where you're standing.

The chirping of crickets is loud in your ears, but not as loud as the twigs snapping all around you. Before anything else can happen, you jog to the porch, avoiding any pressure points that could make loud sounds. You hear shuffling in the brush, but choose to find an entrance to the house, being sure the handgun you packed is still safely in your pocket. Slowly, you reach for the doorknob and twist, only for it to not turn the slightest bit. With a little more force, you try to jiggle it, but it results in nothing. Going for another entrance, a window sits to the far left of the door, the pane closed but curtains drawn. Peering in, the room is dark, and as far as you can see, the house is too. Planting your hands on the glass, you grunt as you slowly push the window up until you can get your fingers though the little crack you've made. Pulling it up, it's higher off the ground than you originally thought, so not only do you have to jump, but manage to not make a noise. The carpeted floors should help... hopping onto the windowsill, you swing your legs into the house, letting your body follow. Should've- Should've worn a bra.

Taking a step across the room, you here what seems to be shuffling from somewhere in the house, but choose to lay low instead of investigating. Reaching the doorway, you look down the hallway, one side holding more rooms, the other seemingly leading to a living room. The house is dead silent again, no noise except for the crickets outside once again. The flooring is now wood, but it looks newer, so it shouldn't be creaking. Apparently, that was wrong, because the first step you take, the floor lets out a loud squeak, causing you to immediately regret taking a step. Shuffling from the distance resumes, resulting in you dropping to the floor, squeezed tight against the wall. There is no light whatsoever, just the moonlight casting weak silhouettes of furniture. Sliding against the wall and reaching the end, you crawl to the couch, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness a little more. Once you start to see more colors and shapes, you see that there's a TV, bar stools at a breakfast nook, bookcases, and the couch. If you can get to the kitchen... wait, something moved in there. It was quick, but it was like someone taking a peek at you. Moving your eyes around once more, you start to notice more and more things that weren't there before. Anything from the glint of moonlight off of something metal, to the oddly shaped silhouettes around the room. You're largely outnumbered, but it's not like you haven't been in this situation before.