paranoia | jikook

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jungkook locked everything he could.

he had run into his room and slammed the windows shut before drawing the curtains closed. following which, he had locked the door and, thinking it still wasn't safe enough, barricaded it with his bed. there was nothing he could do with the front door really ; jimin had his key with him. switching the lights off, he paced around and was honestly shocked at how fast the events in his life took a turn. 

his best friend was now a murderer. 

before he knew it, the dangling of keys was heard. shuffling of feet, the sound of keys landing on the coffee table. jungkook stood near the door with the bed between them, and listened closely.

"jungkook, are you sleeping?"

the younger one held his breath, not daring to answer.

"come on, it's only half past midnight. there's no way you're asleep at this timing." shadows danced at the foot of the door. "come out, jungkook. i just want to play."

any other day and jungkook would've agreed readily. but now, all he wanted to do was pinch himself and hopefully wake up from this nightmare. as he sank further into the shadows, jimin's voice came through again, muffled by the door between them.

"you know, jungkook." something about his voice was different this time. it sounded less like pleading, and more composed. jungkook could nearly sense the underlying message under that unnerving calmness. 

"two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead."

what the fuck.

the doorknob twisted, causing jungkook to jump slightly. as he scrambled for a weapon to defend himself with, he realized the door was still securely locked. it hadn't even budged an inch. jimin was just playing with him.

this went on for a few minutes. jungkook crouched at the corner, clutching his luggage and ready to swing it at jimin. thankfully, after a few heart-pounding silence, the shadow beneath the door had shifted away. it was only then that jungkook realized his thighs were starting to cramp from the long period of squatting. 

as his fatigue took over him, he leaned against the wardrobe and closed his eyes. he promised himself he would only take a short rest. but as the darkness clouded his vision, jungkook subconsciously stretched his legs out and gave in to the lulling silence.

all was quiet.