Daruma-san fell down (a DBSK fanfic)

At night

"Jaejoong ... Why did I ever do that?"

Jaejoong patted the leader's head comfortingly. "Now now, I think we all know it's difficult to go up against our evil maknae who is still my eternal baby."

Yunho grumbled to himself. "He used to be so cute and quiet and innocent," he mumbled. "Before he showed his true self, I thought he couldn't hurt a fly."

"Don't worry, Yunho." Jaejoong sighed. "I thought that too."

"HYUNG!!"

"There he is."

Changmin threw open the door and ran in, grinning. "Your turn to have a shower! Or rather, a bath!"

Yunho just groaned and rolled over, burying his face in his arms. "I don't wanna die!"

"Oh don't be a baby, hyung." Changmin grabbed his elder under the arms and hauled him away to the bathroom, smirking at Jaejoong's helpless look of bemused defeat behind the door which swung shut. "Come on. We're not going to disturb you. We'll all go to bed - INCLUDING JAEJOONG HYUNG," he yelled, and Yunho somehow got the feeling that Jaejoong had gotten the message.

Changmin tossed in a towel, switched off the lights, and shut the door. Yunho heard the door lock - which confused him, because the door was only supposed to be lockable from the inside - but then it was DBSK, it was Changmin, he's probably secretly installed a master key without them knowing.

Heaving a sigh, he glanced at the window. It was dark outside.

How come the bathroom suddenly seemed so much colder and scarier and spookier -

Man up Yunho! he scolded himself. You're a man.

He stepped into the filled bath, shivering as the oily cold water lapped over his skin, and carefully sat down in the bath, facing the taps and the faucet.

Whatever you do, don't let her trip you.

He had a split second mind blank, then remembered what to do. Shifting forwards slightly, he created space enough for him to lean back, and began washing his hair, not really paying attention, and mumbled "Daruma-san fell down, Daruma-san fell down, Daruma-san fell down ... Da-Daruma-san fell down ..."

His head was becoming heavy from the water logging and his neck began to ache, but driven by a suden fear of something, he kept his eyes closed, finishing washing his hair, his fingers getting tangled, but he kept his eyes shut.

And ...

Nothing.

He almost opened his eyes. Something was supposed to happen, right?

And happen it did.

For a moment, he had thought he had opened his eyes, and almost panicked, but realised quickly it wasn't his bathroom. It was an unfamiliar bathroom, and he realized - with a lurch of horror - that there was a Japanese woman with long black hair standing in the bathtub.

You will see a Japanese woman standing in the bath. She will slip and fall, and her eye will go through the tap, killing her.

And as he watched, he heard a distant scream, and the woman slipped. Fell. And he cringed away as he saw her face strike the taps, and looked fixatedly away as the blood spurted out, and something shiny and white popped - there was no other word for it - out of what must have been her eye socket.

And then suddenly it was dark behind his eyelids, and he was suddenly aware of the water, creeping up his ears and his cheeks, and ...

He froze, his heart racing in his chest.

There was someone behind him.

He was certain.

He'd always been confused when people had said that they could feel other people's gazes, because he could never, like - how could you feel someone's eyes on you?

But there was one hundred percent someone behind him. He briefly thought it could be one of the members spying on him - it wasn't nothing new - but this was ... Something else. He shivered. Squeezing his eyes closed so hard that he began to see little flashes of light behind his closed eyelids, he sat up carefully, the water running down his back. Reaching his hands tentative behind his head, he squeezed the water out of his hair, and then was about to stand up when a pair of cold, wet hands grabbed his fingers.
He couldn't help it. He screamed, jekring upwards and hearing the water splash onto the tiles, and only remembered the instructions after a mindless blank of panic for a few seconds.

Keep the bath full. Don't drain​ it until morning. Don't let her trip you.

Outside, Junsu frowned and rolled over, staring through the darkness towards the other bed, where he knew Yoochun was sleeping - of was lying at least. "... Hyung?"

"Hm?"

"Did you hear that?"

From the other other bed, he heard Changmin giggle. "He's so scared."

"Minnie!" A disapproving snap from Jaejoong. "It's dark and he could slip and injure himself, why -"

"He's a dancer, hyung, he's got control of his body," Yoochun spoke again. "Although why he would be screaming ..."

Junsu shivered.

"Are you sure, hyung?"

"He'll be fine," Changmin dismissed. "The worst thing that will happen is that he wakes up with a cold because the spare bedroom has like zero heaters and his hair will be wet. And then we can all tease him. Or rather, I'll be teasing him and you guys because you were scared too." There was a ruffling sound of blankets being adjusted, and Junsu dimly saw the outline of the maknae rolling over and falling still. He glanced towards the doorway again.

Back in the bathroom, Yunho was still sitting, frozen with shock and horror, his hands still in front of him, just brushing the surface of the water which had suddenly gone cold. He quickly realised he needed to get out, out of the water and out of the bathroom. Carefully, he gripped the side of the plastic bathtub and was about to feel for the towel hanger on the side of the wall before he remembered the feel of the cold, slimy hands on his, and snatched his hand back, instead holding onto the glass partition, and pulled himself up.

Don't let her trip you as you get out.

The thought had no sooner flickered through his head when he felt the water surge up, like something page had made a sudden move. But that didn't make sense - he was the only one in the bath, and he wasn't moving.

He rose to a standing position, and if he was able to see, he would be pretty sure his knuckles were white. His arm was so tensed up clinging onto the side of the bathtub that his muscles were already aching and his whole and was trembling, but he still hung on, quickly but carefully climbing out of the bath. He stood breathing heavily on the bathmat for a few seconds, before towelling himself off at the speed of light and slipping out of the door, shutting and locking it.

Yunho heard the door lock - which confused him, because the door was only supposed to be lockable from the inside - but then it was DBSK, it was Changmin, he's probably secretly installed a master key without them knowing.

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A/N: idk if you guys caught the last bit but if you didn't, only the door is lockable from the inside because that's how bathrooms are supposed to be and there is a way to lock and unlock it from the outside but only the evil maknae has the master key which is totally didn't forge without his hyungs permission. So I wonder how Yunho locked the door? 😏
Ok guys though since I used my own bathroom to like write it now I'm really scared of doing baths like my mum just washes my hair for me (coz I'm a baby :P) sklsckksksk I'm gonna have nightmares tonight SO LIKE VOTE OR SOMETHING MAKE IT WORTH IT :P