One Shifty Boi | k.th (discontinued ?)

16 | Movie Night

this chapter is spOOky

!warning! spooks ahead!!

"Y/n, what are they doing?"

"Y/n, what's happening?"

"Y/n, what was that?"

You heave a deep, deep sigh and try to ignore Taehyung's persistent questions, focusing on the movie playing on your laptop.

"Be quiet and watch," you mumble through a mouth of popcorn and smack Taehyung's hand away when he tries to swipe a handful.

He slumps against your side and knocks his head into the crook of your shoulder, pouting. Jimin, huddled on the couch at your other side, taps imploringly at the bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap, so you tip the bowl towards the ginger and allow him to take some. Taehyung whines in protest.

"Stop complaining, see this is why I'm not sharing with you." You totally sound like a mom, but you don't care. Taehyung whines again which just proves your point that he is a brat and Jimin is not, and that's why Jimin gets popcorn.

You peer down at your dwindling amount of popcorn, sadly.

Suddenly, Jimin screams.

It's a shrill, loud note that startles you into nearly slipping off the couch. Clutching tightly to your bowl of popcorn, you follow Jimin's wide and somewhat shaken gaze to your laptop's screen, which has been playing some generic horror flick.

"Ah." you nod, understanding. Jimin is clinging to the sleeve of your sweater like a lifeline. "Jumpscare."

Taehyung blinks dumbly. "Was that supposed to be scary?"

Jimin stares at him, appalled.

Glancing at the clock, you realize that it's late, way later than you had expected to sit and watch movies with your two new cat-eared companions.

"Okay that's enough for tonight. Time for bed, kids." Somehow managing to dislodge yourself from being squished in between both boys, you click to close the movie-playing tab and ignore the protests from Taehyung and Jimin.

"I don't know if I can sleep tonight," Jimin mumbles distantly, bright green eyes lingering on your laptop's wallpaper.

"Pft, whatever, that wasn't even scary!" Taehyung jeers, though his voice sounds a little off, like he doesn't quite agree with what he's saying.

"It was just a movie, guys. Go to sleep." You start to get up from the couch, but an odd noise catches your ear that makes you pause, something tapping against the living room window.

The rain? No, it's not raining. A tree branch? Couldn't be, there are not trees around your apartment building.

The tapping comes again, a bit louder, a bit more persistent. Too persistent.

You freeze in place, and the boys huddled on either side of you freeze as well. Slowly, the three of you turn in unison to peer towards the shadowed window, squinting through the silent dark room illuminated only by the screen of your laptop.

A dark silhouette passes over the window from outside, as if pacing like a predator stalking its defenseless prey. You don't even realize you've been holding your breath until you try to yelp but nothing comes out.

Taehyung scrabbles over your lap like a frightened kitten and squeezes himself in between you and Jimin, who is positively shaking like a leaf.

Faced with no other choice, slowly (so as not to alert the thing outside) you reach over and retrieve a heavy book from the coffee table, wielding it with intention to defend yourself and your home till your dying breath.

Something flashes through the glass, and you register it to be a pair of pale, glowing eyes. Behind you, two pairs of quaking hands clutch desperately to the fabric of your shirt.

This is it. This is the End. The thing lurking outside your apartment complex is going to break in, mutilate you and then your cute cat boys, and then it will chew the flesh from your bones and no one will ever know how you died. A tragic end to a once light-hearted tale. That's it, folks. The fic is over.

In what you believe to be your last moments, you belatedly remember that you never took Taehyung shopping. He had really wanted to go.

You consider apologizing to him, for letting him down, but the shadow-monster outside lifts a set of long claws to scratch at the window pane and all words die in your throat. The low scraping sound is so quiet you might've missed it any other time, but right now it's almost deafening to your ears.

"Hey, hold on." Taehyung's deep, hushed voice speaks against the shell of your ear, and he begins tapping rapidly at your shoulder in... excitement?

Suddenly he stands and advances right towards the window, bouncily and without a shred of hesitation.

"Are you crazy?!" you hiss, making a grab for his wrist to pull him away from impending doom. He evades you easily and simply carries on with an ever-growing grin.

Before you can jump to stop him, Taehyung heaves open the window and you expect to come face to face with a horrific, demonic creature from your darkest nightmares.

Instead, what peers into your apartment with cutely curious blue eyes is a very small and very not terrifying young man.