it was all a happy environment.
"woah what's that?" jungkook pointed at a piece of folded paper.
"seems like paper," seokjin scoffed.
"no shit sherlock," we heard yoongi come out of the bathroom.
"but what does it say?" jungkook always has been the curious one.
rap monster took the paper and read it aloud.
"one of you is not like the rest," he said.
"what?" i shot up.
"hoseok calm down,"
"how can you fucking calm down?" i yelled back at jimin.
"there is a fucking mental person in here!" i got up and left.
i just sat in my room. having friends that are useless really sucks.
minutes went by feeling like hours. a gust of wind blew into my face
"seriously. i did my fucking hair," i whispered to myself. opening my phone, it read 10:40.
the time spent on my phone brought me closer and closer to slumber. eventually making it pitch black.
middle of night, 2 AM
an audible blood-curdling scream can be heard from jungkooks room.
"what's going on?" i walked out into the hallway. the others were standing there with horrified looks.
"j-jungkook is d-dead," taehyung stuttered.
"what?!" i yelled looking into jungkooks room. he was laying down on the wooden floor in a pool of his own blood. his eyes were rolled to the back of his head. he was dead. he was gone. he was no longer alive.
we were only left with the message on the wall. it was written in assumably, jungkooks blood.
you shouldnt trust anyone.
not even yourself. not even the person standing next to you.
"what the fuck!" namjoon roared.
"whoever the fuck it is surrender now!"
"namjoon calm down," yoongi put his hand on namjoons shoulder.
"this is-"
"namjoon," yoongi warned him.
"lets go back to bed," seokjin escorted us out of the room.
"im sleeping with hoseok" jimin came up and hugged me.
"on the floor,"
"oh nahh," he shook his head.
