Made for You ｡JJK +KTH｡

1.

Jungkook was leaning against the damp wall, glaring through the darkness, clicking his tongue in annoyance. It was 2am, he was freezing his ass off and he couldn't even explain what he was doing. It was just a gut feeling.

Well more of a nagging.

He turned 20 three days ago and ever since, he'd had this annoying itch in his brain drawing him to this side of town. He completely ignored it at first, but the more he did so, the worse it got. Hence why he was stood in a run down district, at the edge of an alley staring across at an abandoned church that was falling apart - at 2 am.

"What the fuck am I doing...." He muttered to himself as he crossed the road. The street lamps were flickering causing the shadows to play tricks on his mind but he wasn't scared - maybe he was just foolish. He ducked under the fence that surrounded the church and quietly walked up the path, stepping around the rubbish that littered the place. The church loomed in front of him as silent as death, he could only hear the slight ringing in his ears the strange feeling was giving him. The heavy wooden doors were chained shut but one of them was almost falling off its hinges so he carefully pushed it and slid his body into the darkness.

He took a moment to let his eyes adjust but not much changed, he was still surrounded by darkness. He was stood in a foyer and all he could see was a white light coming from under the door that was ahead of him. Jungkook knew he should turn back, that this was all in his imagination or a stupid dream. He knew he shouldn't push those doors open, but he did.

The brilliant white moonlight shone through a massive hole in the ceiling illuminating the main hall of the church. The place was bare except for the odd pile of rubble but something else caught Jungkook's eye.

At the head of hall, right in the centre of the moonlight was the most extravagant chair Jungkook had ever seen. It was more of a throne if anything. The back was high and was littered with skulls and spikes but that wasn't the most intimidating thing - it was the man sat in it.

His long, legs were crossed at the knee and his head was gracefully leaning on his arm, holding his slender chin. He wore a deep black, expensive looking suit with a matching white shirt and tie that was loosely done around his neck. His hair was light and almost painful to look at in the moonlight, Jungkook had to fight the urge to squint from the glare. He looked like an angel.

Jungkook's heart was threatening to burst from his chest as it loudly thumped in his ears, the nagging in his head turned into a sharp pain as it got worse and worse. He went to back away but as soon as he moved, the man's eyes opened and pinned themselves directly on Jungkook, glowing red through the darkness. A scream caught in his throat as cracks started appearing in the already broken floor, spanning from the stairs the throne was perched on, running all the way to Jungkook's feet. He jumped back against the door but fumbled trying to get it open. Loud moans echoed around the church as he panicked and froze. The church shook as the cracks widened and the groaning got louder.

Slimey hands clawed their way out of the cracks, dragging bodies up from their depths. Jungkook thought he was going to throw up, the bodies were covered in a weird dark green tar. White eyes shone through the grunge giving them a distorted human form. Hundreds upon hundred were pulling themselves from the floor and turned towards Jungkook.

They began clumsily making their way over to him and Jungkook could safely say he was scared now. He couldn't move, he couldn't breath and he knew he was going to die.

He heard a dainty sigh as the man stood gracefully and buttoned his jacket up at his stomach. He slowly walked down the stairs with his hands in his pockets, taking his time. Jungkook wanted to scream for help but he knew no one would hear as the things started moving quicker, getting closer.