HUNTER. || KSJ

THIRTEEN

What on earth was that? I pointed at the screen, immediately drawing the attention from the two boys in the van with me, as the couple of buckets rolled over the screen titled Jimin.

'Jimin, I think you might have something there.' Jin said in his own little microphone. He hadn't finished speaking yet, or a couple of cans of spray paint flew at the same screen.
'HO. Yes. I see. Guys, our friend is in the basement.'
'Coming down.' Namjoon's voice sounded.
'I don't think he's happy to have us here!' Jungkook said, avoiding a can of whatever it was that flew at him. I felt my heart race faster with every second that passed, frantically looking at all the screens to see if I could spot anything else.
'I wouldn't be happy if you entered my house in the middle of the night either.' The happy voice of Taehyung sounded, clearly joking. I didn't know how he wasn't freaked out. Then again, Hoseok had told me the guy grew up with all of this, so it was probably just normal to him, or something. Just another day getting rid of some kind of weird thing throwing stuff at my friends.
'Oh, he's a noisy little whackjob, isn't he?' Taehyung sounded almost excited. I watched how the guy walked further into the basement, avoiding the flying objects coming at him. 'Don't throw tools, sir, m'am, that's just rude.'
'Taehyung, please, just use the box if you want to communicate with it.' Namjoon appeared on the other screens, holding a little box that I - thanks to Hoseok - knew was called a Spirit Box: a mechanical device that cycles through radio frequencies to pick up any form of communication from the supernatural being. 'Can you tell me your name?'

Instead of getting a vocal answer, one of the buckets that had previously been rolling over the floor, now flew at Namjoon's head. He ducked.

'What is your name?' Namjoon said again, his voice sounding more stern and demanding. I was waiting for another object to fly at him - maybe a hammer, or a can - but this didn't happen. What did happen instead, was way worse.
'Gwan Ha-Kun.' A raspy voice said, sending chills all over my body. That was the most horrible sound I'd ever heard in my life. Next to me, I noticed the expression on the boys' faces change as well, with both of them looking disgusted. They obviously weren't a fan of this either.

'How did you die?' Taehyung had grabbed his own little box from the bag, now joining in on the question-asking. In the meantime, I saw that Yoongi and Jungkook's cameras had moved out of the basement area, now looking around for I don't even know what, and I didn't know if I wanted to know right now.

In the basement, the others were quite busy avoiding more tools. Gwan Ha-Kun had no intention of answering the question Taehyung and Namjoon were asking him. The topic of his death was clearly a touchy topic, and I kind of understood why. I wouldn't want to be reminded of my death either.

Eventually, the raspy voice - that awful, raspy voice - sounded again.

'The attic is locked. The attic is locked.'

Attic? I recalled Namjoon telling us about the house we were at, and I remember him not mentioning an attic. I looked at Jin and Hoseok, who looked just as confused.

'Namjoon, I thought you said this house didn't have an attic.' Jimin said.
'The attic is locked. The attic is locked.' The voice was still going.
'Attic? What do you mean attic?' Jungkook sounded confused.

All of a sudden, a crapload of items started flying around in the basement, making all the boys flee the room, and making my heart skip at least five beats.

'Regroup in the van, now, he's getting angry!' Namjoon screamed. I quickly looked out of the van's window, waiting for them to - hopefully safely - get out of the house, all of them, safely. It wasn't until all of them had safely gotten out of the door, that I could properly breathe again. I immediately got out of the van, a strange mixture of adrenaline and fear running through my body.

'That's definitely a Poltergeist.' Jimin said. He sounded out of breath - probably from running out of that house as fast as he possibly could, before getting hit in the head by a flying hammer.
'Did he say "Attic"?' Jungkook asked, confused. 'You didn't say anything about an attic.'
'There's not supposed to be an attic...' Namjoon said, thinking. Nobody said anything, all trying to figure out what happened.
'What about a garret? I remember having one above my bedroom. You had to basically open the ceiling for it.' I suddenly said. 'My parents used to store old toys up there.'
'A garret? That could be it.' Namjoon said. 'Okay, Van team: get out the bags. We're going in to get this one out of here.' After that, he turned back to the other guys. 'We're going back in.'

I watched the boys walk back in, a sudden feeling of dread flowing over me.

'Get out the bags.'

Hoseok had stepped back into the van, watching the screens again, while Jin started folding out a couple of bags, bringing them to the door. I just watched it happen, not liking where this was going at all. All of this brought back memories from that first night - the night I'd met them, only a couple of days earlier, in my own house.

'That's Yoongi. He's currently dealing with the bodies of the shifters.' That's what they'd told me. Later, I'd found out that this meant he was pouring salt over them, burning them afterwards. The feeling of wanting to puke returned, and when I eventually heard "FOUND HIM" in Yoogi's voice, coming from the speakers in the van - I felt the tears creep up on my eyes.

This was not some kind of weird creature. This thing, throwing stuff at my new friends, had once been a human. And my friends? My friends had been looking for his body.

Jimin was the one stepping outside again to take the bags Jin had put out for them. I just watched him go back inside with the plastic.

'Are you alright?' I heard Jin's voice, but didn't react to it. Instead, I just sat down on the ground, looking at the asphalt of the empty street in front of me. I didn't even look up when they all walked out, Namjoon and Yoongi carrying the no longer empty bag to the van.

'I got this one.' I heard Yoongi say, taking the keys from Jin.

'He's currently dealing with the bodies-'

I heard him drive off. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to be here.

What if we wouldn't find my parents? What if something happened to them? What if I would never see them again? Sure, they were odd, and we fought sometimes, but that didn't mean I wanted anything to happen to them. I was not ready for that. I was not ready to become an orphan.

'Hey, are you okay?' Taehyung said, sitting down next to me. I didn't answer him straight away. How did they do this? How did they find joy in this?
'I don't understand you.'
'Why?'
'Yoongi is off to burn someone's dead body - someone who actually used to live - and you're here asking me if I'm okay?'
'I know it's hard. I'm sorry you had to witness that, but that thing wasn't human anymore.'
'His name was Gwan Ha-Kun.' I looked at the man who, probably for the first time since I met him, looked at me with something other than happiness and clownery in his eyes. Now, his eyes screamed compassion at me.
'He once was Gwan Ha-Kun, but not anymore. He was not a person anymore. He'd been gone for too long for that.' He sighed. 'I know that's hard to believe, but if someone's spirit lingers around the human earth for too long, without a body, it becomes less and less of what it once used to be. Eventually, the rage will take over.'

I couldn't keep my tears in anymore, feeling them run rapidly down my cheeks. Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him, hugging me tight while whispering that everything would be okay.

I had no clue if I believed him, but at that moment, it was just what I needed.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this chapter <3 I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The missions will keep getting more and more intense - promise. Please consider voting if you enjoyed the chapter, and let me know in the comments what you think! Borahae <3