𝙋 𝘼 𝙍 𝘼 𝙉 𝙊 𝙄 𝘼 - ᴡᴇɪ

chpt 3

He could see into the room now, a small main room that had a tiny kitchen, a closet, and a bed in the corner. A door to the left suggested a bathroom, but he didn't know the layout fully. The room was..empty. The sound of running water could be heard from the door on the left, Junseo was right, so that means he had time to hide if he wanted to freak the kid out more. Yes, he was inside the room now, so if the kid were to walk out right now, he would be caught. Well, not really, it doesn't take much energy to make himself invisible to him. The water stops.

Seokhwa turns off the faucet and looks at his now wet face. His hair stuck to his forehead, eyelashes having their own little drops of water hanging off. With a sigh he dabbed his face with a towel and dried his hands, ruffling his hair with it too. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned, but a sudden chill ran up and down his spine. The metal was unbelievably cold. He shrugged it off and opened the door.

Even the room was really cold, what the hell? He just ignored it and sat down on his bed, a large queen size blanket on a twin sized bed calling him to sleep and forget whatever the fuck happened earlier. Their golden eyes burned into his head, taunting him everytime he closed his eyes.

"Ugh... it's so damn cold in here, did someone mess with the stat again?" he muttered out to himself, unaware of the hidden presence of a smirking Junseo. He just watched as Seokhwa got up again and turned the lights off, laying down and pulling out his phone. Junseo just stood there, pondering his options on how to freak the poor boy out even more, while standing before the window. He could push one of the books off his counter, throw a spoon around, maybe even tap on his ankles before dragging him to the floor. He silently chuckled to himself at the thought, doing that on the first day would surely get him in trouble with the others.

It was around 1am, music still faintly heard through the walls, and the kid was just staring at the ceiling, eyes threatening to close from pure boredom. Junseo has finally decided on what to do. He fixed his slouched posture and quietly walked over to the bed, still appearing as nothing and being invisible to the human eye, silently waiting for the kid to notice a strange presence or feeling. Nothing yet. He smiled to himself again and crouched down near the head of the bed, right in front of Seokhwa, tilting his head back and forth in a sort of teasing "you can't see me but im right in front of you". He lifted his hand and tapped the metal bed frame with his slightly long nails, creating a crisp sound to interrupt the silence. Seokhwa turned his head towards the noise, seeing right through Junseo and trying to find what could've made the sounds. There was nothing there.

Seokhwa could feel a strong pull on his guts, a feeling of fear and slight panic. He turned away from the sound and covered his head with a blanket. If he acted like nothing happened, then nothing happened. Junseo held back a laugh at the sight, he looked like an idiot. He continued a few more taps, watching the kid flinch and pull the covers tighter over his head. To be honest, he didn't expect him to be this scared, it was quite funny.

He stood up, feeling an uncomfortable lump on his side. The sparrow. A smile grew on his face as he reached for it, feeling the blood dried feathers crunch between his fingers. The wet feeling of the blood squishing in his hands made the smile on his face even wider, ideas storming inside his head.

Seokhwa's plan wasn't working as well as he hoped, the room felt way colder than normal. He wrapped the blanket even tighter, if that was even possible, and tried to ignore the slight breathing he heard. It must be his mind tricking him again.

With the limp bird in his hands, the hidden figure made his way back over to the darkened corner of the room. As he crouched down near the foot of the bed, Junseo began to pluck feathers from the body, collecting more than a dozen in one handful. He made sure they were noticeably red with blood before sprinkling a few on the ground. No real purpose to that, just for fun. With the bird now on the floor, he used his free hand to tug on the blanket, not too hard but definitely enough to not be brushed off as wind. The kid's window wasn't even open.