features;; sugakookie

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"O-open the door?" Jungkook stuttered, both of his hands clutching onto his phone pressed against his ear, his body tilting towards the black door.

Hoseok sighed and gently wacked his own head in frustuation, using the same amounts of force he would if he was hitting the two clueless boys.

"Yes, go open the door," He reiterated, "Is the phone service stable there? Do i need to call someone to fix the phone lines or something?" Hoseok sarcastically remarked.

"What? No-" Jungkook quickly spoke, frantically glancing from the taunting door to his quivering hands, "The service is just fine... its just..."

"Its just what?" Hoseok huffed, finally growing tired of this seemingly ongoing show the two boys are putting on quite well.

Jungkook deeply gulped, silence only. coming from his end of the reciever.

"I hear weird noises from there..." He started, "Odd constant ones... like the sound is a bit heavy, and it just goes up and down and up and down and up and do-"

"WOAHWOAHWOAH JESUS KOOKIE," Hoseok stuttered, almost dropping his phone in surpise. He quickly readjusted his hand and straightened out his shoulders. "Kookie.." He started out again,

"i do not need an in depth description of how yoongi jacks off."

"oh my GOD, nononononono." Jungkook quickly flustered up, wondering for a split second if ghosts even had the power to masturbate in the afterlife, "I'm trying to tell you maybe this guy is uh.. g-ghost?"

Silence.

"Hoseok?"

........

"HAHAHAHA KOOKIE YOU'RE SO MEAN. I guess Yoongi is so pale and weird that he could come off as ghastly, but that's a very bold statement." The elder laughe, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

Jungkook puffed his cheeks out and furrowed his eyebrows,

"Hyung! I swear to god I-"

At that very moment, he heard a sudden jolt of movement behind the black door as soon as he had opened his mouth. The black door had a matte finish that remained untouched and scratchless despite the odd energy that loomed around it.

Hoseok went silent too, the call starting to beep between them signifying that the elder was recieving another call.

"Ah this kid is so impatient." He started

RING RING RING

"Hold on Kookie, Yoongi is calling me."

"N-No. Please don't end the call." Jungkook stuttered out nervously, clutching onto his phone harder with anticipation that remained consistent like the beeps taunting him throughout the call.

Hoseok exasperatedly sighed, and placed his head against the plush pillow of his own room in defeat.

Ah damn. He was getting really frustrated.

"H-Hyung?"

"YAH. IGO MWOYA!? (what is this!?) A JOKE TO YOU!?" Hoseok suddenly shouted.

Jungkooks face automatically stiffened with more fear, except now there were two things causing him fear. This door... and his crazy tenant.

He didn't really work all day and endure grease stains and getting shouted at by angry families only to be shouted at by his tenant that is putting him in charge of some Yoongi guy.

It was well near 1 am, and Jungkook was tired. As well as a certain fellow on the other side of the door, pale and exhausted.

Hoseok let out the hundreth exhale of the night, Jungkook stiffening in preparation of another shout from the elder.

Except instead, he was met with an equally as exhausted soft voice from Hoseok,

"Kookie. You know what you need to do. So please, do it." Hoseok slurred out.

Jungkook sighed and patted his own face as a self hype technique.

Simply openning this door was his one way ticket to finally going to his room to sleep in his fluffy sheets with vanilla candles, and the discography of Zion. T.

Just turn the handle. It was probably just a storage closet with boxes full of forgotten christmas and halloween decorations. Just mere knick knacks that was never bothered to be moved with the old owner.

That's probably it.

At least, thats was Jungkook was repeatedly telling himself mentally as his shaky slender hands turned the handle which soon finally creaked the door opened.

He immediately jolted his hand away from the handle, as he felt the lump in his throat swell.

Carefully, he pushed the door all the way back by nudging it with his foot, his body remaining a safe distance from the entrance way to the room.

Almost immediately Jungkook froze.

That definitely wasn't a box.

It was even worse.

Jungkook absentmindedly hung up the phone and stared at the wide pupils that stared back at him.

The man, seemingly older than him, stood right in front of the door with his hand out, as if he was going to grab the handle as well before Jungkook beat him to it.

The man had pale yet rose tinted skin that was dewy and smooth. He had wavy yet fluffy caramel brown hair that parted in the middle which completed his slender but sweet eyes. He wore a black fitted shirt and grey shorts that were barely seen in the dim light. All Jungkook could do was stay silent.

Although Yoongi should be freaking out right now and calling the police about a stranger in his apartment. The only words he could muster up was,

"You know, I jack off pretty quietly."

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a/n: 👉😎👉 non-proofread bad update but i updated im sorry for taking so long ily.