Kiss Me Undead

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Chapter Two

Two months and you still hadn't heard anything from Jungkook. You and his mom had been out every chance you got hanging up new fliers and collecting information, but still nothing. You started to feel hopeless. The note led nowhere; there was nothing for the cops to use. The only fingerprints were from you, and everything was generic. No way to find out who bought it, you rubbed your hands across your face closing your laptop. You couldn't handle one more stupid post about Jungkook possibly hiding or rhetorics; it was bad enough his mom had ended up in the hospital from all the stress, but they weren't sure if she was going to recover.

You ignored your phone as it buzzed on the table. You didn't want to talk to anyone. You headed into the bathroom to wash away the day. You closed the door, opened the shower curtain, turned on the water, getting undressed as you waited for the water to warm up; you let your mind wander. You thought about what you would say if Jungkook ever came back. You knew you needed to tell him how sorry you were and never meant to drive him away; the second thing was to tell him how much you missed him. The late-night phone calls, the binge days of hanging out on your couch, you missed his presents, surprise visits at two in the morning because he couldn't sleep, you missed the way he hugged you, you shook that one from your thoughts there was no way you were going to wonder what it would feel like to have his hand on your bare skin. You took a steady breath getting into the shower. The longer he was gone, the more you wished you had told him how much he meant to you.

You took your time in the shower, letting the bathroom get nice and steamy before getting out. You smiled, thinking about the time Jungkook walked in and was confused at how hot you liked the water, what you would give to have him join you now. You turned the water off, reaching for your towel before opening the curtain. You stepped out, furrowing your brow in confusion. You were sure that you closed the door behind you. You shook your head; maybe you didn't. You made your way into your bedroom, looking around, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You turned, feeling something behind you, you groaned in frustration, and your anxiety was getting the best of you.

When you finished putting your pajamas on, you headed into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of noodles, put the kettle on to boil the water, and decided to check your phone while you waited. You shook your head at another news station calling for an interview, another prank call, and one voice mail of just breathing, which had gotten creepy. Still, the police said it was most likely someone who had seen you on the news, and they had nothing better to do, so it would stop, and they would eventually get bored. You blocked the number, rubbing your eyes. You were tired and hungry.

You got up, rushing to the kitchen, when the the kettle started to scream. You hissed when the hot water hit your hand. Quickly turning on the cold water, you jumped, spotting a figure in the window; you quickly turned around, but no one was there. You closed your eyes, counting to five before you opened them again. There was no one there. You shook your head, saying you needed more sleep. You finished fixing your food and sat down on the couch. You stilled, spotting a figure in the reflection of the tv. You didn't dare move; you had no clue who or what it was. You blinked, it was gone, whatever it was gone, this time you turned to see if maybe someone was there.

Nothing, no one.

You turned the tv on, got up, and walked around making sure all the windows and the door were locked, thinking you should add a chain for extra security. Once everything was to your satisfaction, you sat down to eat, and you sighed when your phone went off; picking it up, you saw a text from an unknown number. You opened in, sighing stupid junk texts, set your phone down, and picked up the remote, looking for something to watch.

"Ouch," you whined. You looked around, confused for a second. You were still in the living room. You had fallen asleep, "I'm coming," you yelled as the knocking on your door continued.