Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook]

"It Feels Like I'm Coming Home"

Around 11:45 PM, Jungkook arrived at the Kim Mansion, his footsteps soft as he made his way down the quiet hallway toward his room. The mansion was bathed in a serene silence, a warm dim light glowing from the living room, where he noticed a figure lying on the couch. As he drew closer, he realized it was Jimin, fast asleep, curled up slightly with his head resting on his arm. Jungkook paused, feeling an unexpected warmth fill his heart. Jimin had waited up for him.

He approached, reaching out to wake Jimin gently, but just as his hand neared, Jimin stirred on his own, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times before seeing Jungkook standing over him, a soft smile lighting his face.

"You're back," Jimin murmured, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Did you eat anything? Let me set up some food for you."

Jungkook's gaze softened, and he looked at Jimin with affectionate eyes. "I already ate. Did you?"

Jimin nodded, glancing down for a moment. "Yes, I ate with Hoseok-hyung. He said you might be late, so..."

Jungkook gave a gentle nod, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Alright. But from now on, don't wait for me in the living room. Sometimes I get very late, and if you keep waiting here, your neck might start hurting."

Jimin felt a surge of warmth hearing this, knowing that Jungkook cared about him. His heart fluttered as he nodded, unable to hide his happiness. Together, they made their way upstairs to their room. As soon as they entered, Jungkook went to the bathroom to freshen up, and Jimin began tidying up some of his things.

A sudden noise from the window caught Jimin's attention, and he turned toward it, noticing a faint scratching sound outside. Slowly, he walked closer, curiosity pulling him toward the window, when suddenly, a raven slammed against the glass with a loud thud.

Jimin jumped, startled by the impact, and a strange feeling settled in his chest. His vision blurred, and, without warning, blood began to drip from his nose. He felt his strength fading, and before he could call for help, he lost consciousness, sinking into a deep, otherworldly trance.

In this shadowy, ethereal realm, Jimin found himself standing alone, surrounded by a chilling, fog-filled landscape. Before him stood the figure of a woman, her form barely visible through the thick mist.