Home Is Were The Heart Is (BTS Fanfic)

Midnight shenanigans

He was frozen in place, the icy cold of his sweat gliding down his back keeping him in place. His eyelids spread open to such an extend that he subconsciously feared his eyeballs would role out of their sockets. He lost track of his thoughts.

The silence was heavy enough to suffocate him. How could the dead guy from a painting be here? He was born in the 18 hundreds! He died! Drowned in the swamp, at least that was assumed. Even if he hadn't drowned, he couldn't be here. Not alive, not still looking this young!

But these facts didn't seem to bother said guy. He kept staring at Jungkook with his blank eyes and faded hair. He then broke the silence by stepping into the room, creating a creaking sound. He slowly and quietly closed the door.

This was the moment where Jungkook went into auto-mode. The feeling of dread had become too much to ignore and survival instincts now took over him. He opened his mouth, a scream on his lips. But he never got to vocalise his desperate cry for help. Kim Seokjin swiftly made his way over and clasped his hands tightly over Jungkooks mouth.

Then Jungkook heard a melodious voice speak, it took him a couple of seconds to register who its owner was.
"Be quiet, please!" Came the plead, sounding about as desperate as Jungkook now was for oxygen. When Seokjin finally registered that the pale colour the young boy had gotten was a result of a lack in oxygen he quickly let go.

Jungkook breathed in deeply and greedily, then he shot the other guy a venomous look. He, however, quickly remembered this was a person who should be dead. Fear was now being replaced by shock and bewilderment.

"Wh-," Jungkook was cut off.
"I'm Kim Seokjin. You have to keep quiet, otherwise they will come here," whispered Seokjin. "Who will co-," again Jungkook was interrupted.
"You know, the others," Jungkook assumed he was talking about Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you dead?!" Slowly dread started to make its way through Jungkook again," this is a dream, right?"
Seokjin had found the young boy to be too loud, once again placing a hand over the kids mouth. His other hand placed his index over his own mouth.

"I'm here because this is the only time of the day that I can get out. Obviously I'm not that  dead, it seems," Seokjin looked away with a melancholic confusion placed over his face.

"Then... why are you here?" Jungkook uttered. He wasn't completely certain whether this was a dream or not, so he kept on pinching himself. This had to be a dream, right? "How are you-" he didn't know what to ask, not registering anything at the moment.

Seokjin looked hesitantly at the door, seemingly sensing something Jungkook couldn't. He then made the decision to come clean.
"I'm here to warn you," he uttered. But before he could finish his sentence an almost inaudible creaking of old wooden planks could be heard. Seokjin froze, but not for long. He turned to the petrified Jungkook. "Don't ask questions, don't tell anyone , anyone, I was here, that I talked to you," then Seokjing sprung up, walked hurriedly over to the wardrobe and got in.

The door opened. Taehyung got in, followed by Jimin. "Close the door, don't forget,"said Taehyung looking sharply around the room. Jimin smiled. " I hope you've enjoyed your first day here," Jungkook was too dumbfounded to answer so he just nodded. "Jungkook did you pick a set of clothing for tomorrow already?" Jimin asked, making his way over to the wardrobe. Jungkook broke out in a cold sweat, grinding his teeth to keep himself under controle. Jimin swung the door open and was clearly suprised by what he was met with.