Dark BTS One-shots

Alien Hand [J.JK]

Warning ⚠️
Contains: 18+ content of course. Not as much dark but still it is dark in it's own way.

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Y/N's pov

"How are we suppose to cure this now!?" My mom plopped on couch in despair.

"Y/N..." The doctor, who was appointed for me, held my hands in a gentle manner. "Please, don't let your guards down even for a second. This one of yours is pretty dangerous."

"Yeah...I've noticed how it tried to choke me one day." I rolled my eyes remembering a day when my own hand, an independent bitch, tried to choke me. It's a pretty serious matter but you know, being all positive cures it all. So yeah, i'm trying to me positive and ignorant about it.

"Idiot you're still 17. Stop joking around." My mom hit me on my head, not too hard, of course.

I smiled at them, but my smile vanished into thin air when they all left, making me sigh and look down at my fate. I glanced at my left hand, the one diagnosed with Alien syndrome thingy. It's just a pretty weird thing.

The reports still come out negative whenever we try to scan of any disorder. Even my brain has been scanned twice, still nothing found.

Everyone was shocked that how I could have this Alien syndrome when my results show nothing at all.

"I have to learn live my life like this now..."

Few days later

"Yo sup bitches"

"Shut up Alina, this is a public place."

"Shut up Hoesuck. Let it get sucked boy." My friend Alina, the savage bitch roared at Hoseok, our friend.

"Ouch...i'm hurt okay?" Hoseok pressed his lips in a thin line making me laugh. This man can't control his expressions.

Suddenly, my hand again started to shake violently, attempting to get free. I had used a tight cloth given by priest so that my hand won't move. Apparently, they believe it isn't the syndrome but a devil on me, controlling my hand. It's just all stupid right?

"Bro wants food. You want some? Say aahhh" Alina teased, bringing the fork tied with noodles near my left hand. My hand started paining intensely, making me winced in pain. Both my friends noticed my discomfort and stopped whatever they were doing.

"Hey...are you OK?" Hoseok asked, carefully taking my left hand in his arms. I nodded at him, still in pain but I could manage, afterall, we girls are built to manage pain like cramps and delivery pain.

Soon after that, I went home. I don't live alone but since I was about to turn 18 tomorrow, I already have an apartment for myself. I will try to experience how living alone feels- not living alone but sleeping alone feels.

Next day after the celebrations (I know; too much of skips but if I write everything here only then it won't be fun at the main scene. So, grab your popcorn and enjoy.)

I laid back on my bed, a tired sigh leaving my mouth. My left hand caused too much of trouble. While cutting the cake, it dropped the cake on my grandma. While blowing air in balloons, my hand burst it all. I couldn't even do anything as I was weaker than it. I don't even know how is it possible. Even though I don't control it, it still is my hand, right?

I felt the urge to change, as the top which my father got me was all drenched in juice. Yeah, caused by my Alien hand.

I removed my top, left in a bra but had my pants on (yeah I had to confirm it for you all). I took my pajamas, wanting to slip in them but my hand stopped me. I was damn annoyed that I threw those pajamas and laid under the soft duvet in just a bra. I was alone, what could go bad?