TARGET- The World Is A Mystery { J.JK }

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After everyone had gone to sleep, the dorm was enveloped in silence, but I lay there wide awake, staring at the ceiling. My mind raced with everything that had happened-the message on the wall, the looming threat, and the unsettling feeling that we were being watched. Even the warmth of my blanket couldn't push away the chill that clung to my skin.

I turned on my side, glancing at the clock. 2:18 AM. The room was quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the building or the soft rustle of sheets from the others in their beds. Everyone else seemed to have found some peace in sleep, but I couldn't shut off the constant buzz of anxiety in my head.

My thoughts kept drifting back to the message scrawled in red on the wall, the chilling reminder that we were being played with. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the image away, but it was etched into my mind.

The weight of everything we were facing pressed down on me. I felt an overwhelming need to do something-anything-to make sure we stayed ahead of whoever was behind this. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more helpless I felt. What if we were already too late?

I sighed quietly, pulling the blanket tighter around me, hoping for some comfort in the familiarity of my surroundings. But all it did was make me more aware of the fact that sleep wasn't coming anytime soon.

And then, just as I was about to roll over, I heard a soft creak. My body tensed, every nerve on high alert. I stayed still, listening carefully, trying to figure out if I was just imagining things. The noise came again-a slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approaching my room.

I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The footsteps stopped outside my door. I waited, half-expecting the door to burst open, but there was only silence.

Seconds ticked by like hours.

Then, without warning, the door creaked open just a fraction, a sliver of dim light spilling into the room. I sat up, holding my breath, ready to defend myself if necessary.

But instead of a threat, it was Jungkook who stepped inside, his figure barely visible in the darkness. He closed the door behind him quietly, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"You're still awake," he whispered, his voice soft, as if not wanting to disturb the stillness of the night.

I nodded, my shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, couldn't sleep."

He moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Me neither," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Too much on my mind."

We sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy between us. Even in the quiet, I could feel the unspoken tension, the shared worry that neither of us had to voice.

"I keep thinking about that message," I confessed, my voice barely audible. "What if they know everything about us? What if we're being watched all the time?"

Jungkook didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned back, resting against the headboard, and after a moment, he pulled me close. His warmth was comforting, chasing away the lingering cold that had settled in my chest.

"We'll figure it out," he said quietly, his chin resting on the top of my head. "We always do."

His reassurance helped, but the unease still clung to me. I curled into his side, seeking the calm I knew only he could provide.

"Why were you still out? What were you doing?" I asked, my voice curious but laced with suspicion.

Jungkook visibly tensed at my question, his body stiffening beside me. It was subtle, but I noticed it immediately. His arms, which had been holding me comfortably, now felt slightly rigid. His eyes, usually so expressive, flicked away from mine for just a second-enough to make me realize that something was off.