Outworld Mission

4-shaddow

It was a typical day in Jungkook's life. He had just finished a basketball game with his university friends, their laughter echoing through the locker room as they joked about the game’s highs and lows. His best friend, Yugyeom, was relentlessly pulling him into another night out at the bar, practically begging him to join the others.

"Kook, are you coming tonight?" Yugyeom’s voice rang out, teasing yet persistent.

Jungkook, running a towel over his face and wiping the sweat from his forehead, glanced up. "Where?" he asked, still focused on his gym bag.

"At the bar! Man, you should come! The girls are coming!" Yugyeom flashed a mischievous grin.

"I don’t know, Yugs. You know I’ve got that special exam tomorrow. That Trigo prof is tough." Jungkook shrugged, always responsible, even though part of him wanted to enjoy the night like the rest of them.

But Yugyeom wasn’t having any of it. "Kook, I know you can handle anything. You’ll top that exam! Stop giving me that lame excuse. I’m telling you, you need a break!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes but smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm. He didn’t want to admit it, but part of him did want to go. But as he glanced over at his gym bag and the pile of textbooks stacked next to it, a sigh escaped his lips.

"I’m not sure, Yugyeom..." Jungkook trailed off, but his friend was already turning to leave.

"Don’t think about it too much, Kook. I’ll see you there!" Yugyeom waved and dashed off down the hallway.

Jungkook sat for a moment, unsure of what to do, his thoughts tugging at him in different directions. But before he could think too much, an eerie feeling washed over him. He froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He looked around, scanning the empty locker room.

"Who’s there?" Jungkook called out, his voice filled with unease.

The air seemed to grow heavier, like something was about to happen. His heart skipped a beat when he heard a voice, so familiar it made him stop in his tracks.

Go home. Don’t go anywhere.

His pulse quickened. "Jin?" The name slipped from his lips in a whisper, but no one answered.

A chill swept through the room. Jungkook’s eyes darted around, his breathing shallow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching him. Why do I feel like this?

He heard that voice again, this time clearer. Something bad will happen...

“Jin?” Jungkook repeated, his throat tight with confusion and a strange sense of longing.

Before he could react further, a gust of wind whooshed through the air. It was fleeting, but it carried a sweet, familiar scent—cherry blossoms, strawberries, and something distinctly masculine. He knew that scent. It was Jin.

“I’m here,” the voice whispered.

Jungkook turned around slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief. Standing there, as if time had not passed at all, was the man he had longed to see.

Jin.

Jin, dressed in a beautiful white and pink hanbok, stood with a serene expression, his long hair flowing gently in the wind. He looked exactly as he did six years ago—ageless, beautiful, ethereal. Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Jin... m-my angel," Jungkook stammered, barely able to speak as tears welled up in his eyes. It had been so long, six years, since he had last seen him. Yet here he was, standing before him as if no time had passed.