Cabin In The Woods•t.k•

12

Jungkook woke up with a bang.

Well, he woke up to one. To multiple really.
He sat up from the bed and walked down the hallway.

The table beside the wall was knocked over, and the contents from it were scattered across the floor. All the bedroom doors were open, the clothes were thrown throughout the bedrooms and belongings broken and shattered on the floor.

He looked into his own bedroom, his things weren't touched but his closet door was open and a tiny trail of bled seem to come out of it and into the living room.

Jungkook crouched down to it, it was sticky. Not wet, not dry, sticky. It must've been there since early this morning. He stood back up, walking into the living room.

The couch was turned upside down, the windows were shattered and the tables were thrown and broken.

There were polaroid photos all over the floor.

The polaroids from Jungkook's closet.

He walked into the kitchen and turned passed the counter before his foot collided with another sticky surface. More blood.

A puddle of it.

He looked down, next to the fridge and step back. His eyes wide and his mouth hung open slightly.

"Hyung?" Jungkook said, Jimin was on the floor with his eyes sunken in and blood all over his shirt, he held another person to his chest tightly and rocked back and forth, singing a quiet song into their ear.

It took a while for Jungkook to realize who the person really was, and when he did he slammed his hands on the counter and looked towards the chair V had sat in the previous night. The ropes around the chair legs were cut, and there was a long piece of rope next to Yoongi and Jimin hyung on the kitchen floor.

Jungkook looked back towards Jimin, who had been quietly crying, running his hands through his lover's hair. His other hand caressing his cheeks. He kept repeating the same words over and over again.

And if Jungkook hadn't been so engrossed on the one photo on the table, he would've cried a bit too.

It was a photo of Jungkook, the one of him on the porch looking out towards the tree line. He sighed and picked up the photo. Something sticky smeared on his fingers on the back of the photo.

He turned to the back, and a big heart was drawn on the white side, painted in blood.

That hasn't always been there, right?

It couldn't have. If it had it would've been dry.

Jungkook walked towards the living room and picked up all the discarded photos on the floor. Something had caught his attention again, it was another photo. Yet it was unfamiliar.

He hadn't seen this one when he checked the black box a while back. This photo was of a person he had never seen before.

This photo was different from all the rest. All the photos Jungkook had seen had depicted a living person in them, this one did not.

The man in the photo was hung upside down, the shirt he was wearing had been torn off, and the letter V had been carved into his chest, blood ran from the large wound and down to the other blood source on his neck.

His neck had been slit, and the blood trailed down his face, seemingly dripping from his hair and onto the porch deck.

The porch deck.

Jungkook ran outside, swinging the door open and walking towards the large dark stain on the wooden panels.

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