bts oneshots

010 ❁ bangtan

  — the night before halloween

author's pov

you had rushed to their dorm after you had received a mysterious call from, the youngest of the seven boys, jungkook. the call consisted of nothing but rough yelling, loud bangs, and the sound of glass shattering. immediately, you were suspicious and called them back several times. however, it was an unsuccessful attempt and all of your calls were forwarded to voicemail.

so here you were, an exhausted mess after running five blocks from your house to theirs. but you weren't as much of a mess, compared to the sight of their dorm. the door to their living space was completely open. inside, it was dark and quiet. the curtains were ripped and the couch cushions were out of place. even their video games and magazines were all over the floor.

"this better be a prank." you scoffed. it was the only way you could reassure yourself that they were okay, but as you walked further into their apartment, you began to think otherwise.

your phone was ready in one hand, dialing the number to call the police. you were about to call until the figure hunched over the kitchen sink caught your attention and startled you. at once, you recognized who it was.

"jimin!" you ran over to him, but slowing down as you heard the glass below your feet and noticed the broken bottle of liquor on the floor. you squinted your eyes, getting a closer look at the state jimin was in. it was no wonder why he hadn't answered when you had called his name out loud. he was not sober, too drunk to even process a thing. the broken bottle on the floor was his too, the liquid already inside his system. "but where were the others?" you thought.

"why are you here, (y/n)?" jimin said, a bit too stern. his voice was cold, like a winter wind, sending chills down your spine. you were surprised when he had turned to look at you, only to find out his eyes were just as cold as his tone of speech.

it was unusual, or much rather, different. jimin has gotten drunk before, usually bubbly and cheerful when tipsy. but this time, he wasn't like that at all.

"i was worried. jungkook called but he didn't even speak. instead, i heard loud yelling and noises and i tried calling back but none of you answered—god, jimin, what the fuck happened." you ranted.

you heard him mumble a word or two before turning around and walking. well, attempting to walk. he had lost balance, grabbing on to the kitchen counter.

immediately, you reached out to help him but he only flinched and pushed you away. "jimin, let me help you."

"i don't need your help—" he said, speech fading when he saw that you noticed the unusual object in the sink.

it was a knife. an ordinary, kitchen one. but maybe not so ordinary. your heart raced when you noticed it was covered in blood. the red substance intimidating you in several different ways. oh, how you really hoped the boys had been cooking before all of this.

you heard jimin snicker. he ran his fingers through his hair, with a smirk on his face. "you should go."

you shook your head. "i'm not leaving without an explanation. tell me what the fuck is going on, jimin. stop playing with me."

"we just had an argument." he simply said.

"where did everyone go then?"

"the hyungs stormed out first. jungkook followed."

"and taehyung?"

another snicker came out of his mouth.

"jimin..."

"(y/n), whose blood do you think that is?"

you started to clench your fists, unconsciously. "stop fucking around. where is taehyung?"

jimin wouldn't give an actual response, avoiding your questions. you were getting impatient, and most of all, scared. it was a bit too hard to believe, but denial wasn't the best way to cope with it all. "i'm calling the police-"

before you could even reach for the phone in your back pocket, jimin grabbed it. you were surprised of how harsh he was. his stare was crueler than before.

"i killed him. it wasn't supposed to go that far, but he just wouldn't keep his annoying ass out of my business. and the others-" he paused, "the others defended him, and not me. of course, they took his side. everyone loves taehyung, don't they?"

"you're lying.."

"but you, (y/n), you love me right?" he interrupted. jimin started to walk closer to you, trapping you under his gaze. he kept one hold on your arm, and another on your waist. "more than taehyung?"

"jimin-"

"you said you'll help me anyway. how about now? i know you won't leave me."

his voice was alluring, but too terrifying for your liking. this wasn't the jimin you knew. it was nothing like him at all. by now, you would've been able to stop him. however, you couldn't find yourself to do it. you were too shocked, unable to fathom the situation.

suddenly, jimin bursted into laughter. he had let go of your arm, and was now crouching down, giggling himself away. "your face!" he remarked.

shortly after, you started to hear laughter come from the hallway where their bedrooms were.

"i can't believe you. (y/n)." your head shot up and turned at the sound of taehyung's voice. he was right there. alive, and smiling. all seven of them were.

you were on the verge of crying out all of your frustration. they all walked up to you, ready to engulf you in a hug. but instead, you pushed them out of the way and made your way out of the kitchen. "i should've known this was another one of your stupid pranks. i really thought something happened. i was afraid something did."

"i thought you wouldn't believe me when i told you all of those things." jimin laughed.

"screw you, i didn't know you could act like that." you glared at him. he shrugged and continued to chuckle.

"i thought you were going to figure it out within minutes, (y/n)." namjoon said. you wiped off the wet streaks your tears left on your face, and the boys brought you into their embrace. "we'll make it up to you tomorrow." hoseok said. yoongi interrupted, "but you need to help us clean up this mess."

you remembered the disaster they had left in their dorm. it was dreadful, and you definitely weren't going to be responsible for it. it was their idea to scare you, after all. "sorry boys, not my problem." you grinned.

"this was jungkook and taehyung's idea. they have to clean it up!" seokjin spoke.

a loud uproar of arguing had suddenly came from the seven of them. you laughed, watching your bestfriends tease and joke around with each other, thankful that today was nothing more than a prank.