Chapter-4:The Dark Reflection

It had been days since you’d seen Yoongi wandering the halls at night, and yet the eerie sense that something was amiss only grew stronger. The mansion seemed to hum with an invisible energy, a presence that you couldn’t quite understand. You couldn’t shake the feeling that it was connected to Yoongi, though every time you tried to confront him, he would slip away like a shadow, leaving you with more questions than answers.

Your dreams were becoming more vivid, more intense. They were no longer just fleeting glimpses of something you couldn’t grasp, but full-on visions that left you shaken when you woke. You saw flashes of Yoongi’s face, his eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity, a hunger that you couldn’t ignore. The dreams felt too real, like they were a reflection of something deeper, something buried in the recesses of your mind.

Each morning, you awoke with the distinct feeling that something was slipping just out of reach, and with every passing day, the distance between you and Yoongi seemed to grow. Not just physically, but emotionally. He would speak to you in short, clipped sentences, his gaze rarely meeting yours for more than a second. And when he did look at you, it was with that same intensity that made your skin prickle, like he was seeing something you didn’t even know was there.

But despite the growing tension, there was also a part of you that couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. The pull between you, though unspoken, had become undeniable. There were moments when you’d find yourself staring at him across the room, your heart beating faster for reasons you couldn’t explain. His presence was magnetic, like a force that was impossible to ignore. And the worst part? It was starting to feel like you couldn’t control it.

It was late afternoon when you found yourself in the mansion’s library, desperately trying to distract yourself from the growing storm of confusion inside you. You pulled a thick book off the shelf, hoping to lose yourself in its pages, but your mind refused to settle. You couldn’t concentrate. Every time you turned a page, your thoughts drifted back to Yoongi and the strange dreams that had been haunting you.

You closed the book with a frustrated sigh, rubbing your temples. The quiet of the library was supposed to bring you peace, but today it felt oppressive, like the very walls were closing in on you.

You turned toward the window, glancing outside at the sprawling garden below, the wind rustling the leaves in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm. The moon was already rising in the sky, casting its silvery light across the grounds, making the whole garden look otherworldly.

And that’s when you saw him again.

Yoongi stood at the edge of the garden, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight. This time, though, there was something different about him. His posture was rigid, his face unreadable, and there was a tension in the air around him, like he was waiting for something—or someone.

Without thinking, you moved toward the door, drawn to him despite the unease that had settled in your chest. Your feet carried you almost unconsciously down the hall and out into the garden. As you stepped into the cool evening air, your breath caught in your throat. There was a charged energy in the atmosphere, something thick and pulsing, like the very air was alive with expectation.

Yoongi didn’t turn to acknowledge you as you approached. Instead, he stood still, his gaze fixed on the trees in the distance. The silence between you felt heavier than ever before, the world around you seemingly suspended in time.

“What are you doing out here?” you asked, your voice hesitant, unsure of what to expect.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered toward you for a brief moment, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned away, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice cold and distant, just like it always was when he didn’t want to talk.

Your frustration bubbled up, pushing you forward. “Why do you keep saying that? What’s going on, Yoongi? Why do you keep—”

Before you could finish your sentence, something changed. Yoongi’s body tensed, his posture shifting in an instant from calm to alert. His eyes locked onto something in the distance, something you couldn’t see. The air between you both seemed to thicken, a strange, pulsing energy radiating from him. It was almost like a warning, a silent alarm, but you didn’t know what it meant.

Suddenly, Yoongi stepped forward, grabbing your wrist with surprising force. His touch was electric, sending a shock of energy straight through your body, making your heart race. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and urgent, a tremor of something dark underneath the words.

But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. There was something in his gaze that stopped you, something almost primal, like an animal ready to pounce. His grip tightened for a moment, and you saw something flash across his face—a flicker of something deep and intense, but it was gone before you could make sense of it.

“What’s happening?” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Why do I feel like this?”

Yoongi’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, just enough for you to see the hint of something that wasn’t quite anger, but something deeper. And then it was gone.

“Go inside,” he ordered, his tone firm but there was an edge to it, something sharp.

You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to go inside when everything in you was telling you that something important was happening, something you needed to understand. But Yoongi’s presence, his raw energy, his grip on your wrist—it was too much. It made your head spin.

With a final glance at him, you turned and walked back toward the house, your thoughts a swirl of confusion and fear. You could feel his eyes on you, could feel the weight of his gaze pressing into your back, but you didn’t dare look back.

That night, sleep was impossible. Your thoughts raced, tumbling over one another, but every time you tried to focus, all you could see was Yoongi’s face, his eyes. There was something he wasn’t telling you. Something he was keeping hidden, and you could feel it in your bones.

But what was it? And why did you feel so drawn to him?

The answer was just out of reach. Every time you tried to grasp it, it slipped away like sand through your fingers. All you knew was that something was happening, something dangerous, and you were right in the middle of it.

The next morning, you woke with a sense of urgency, as if the world had shifted overnight. Yoongi’s warning still echoed in your mind: You shouldn’t be here. But you didn’t want to listen. You couldn’t ignore the pull you felt toward him.

The strange energy between you, the way your body reacted to his presence—it wasn’t something that could be explained away. There was a truth that you were on the verge of discovering, and though you didn’t understand it yet, you knew one thing for certain.

You were being drawn into something much bigger than you ever imagined.

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