Home Is Were The Heart Is (BTS Fanfic)

Warm Embrace Of Sleep On A Cold Floor

He felt as if his brain was a sponge, a sponge that had tried very desperately to soak up all information in front of him. He felt the sponge already losing some of said information, causing his head to gradually feel less dense and painful. Jungkook was on his way back to his room, passing a window on the way. Dark, it must already be late, stars were visible. 

The darkness made the quiet halls take on a certain type of eariness, one of sadness and, what he could only call, helplessness. The paintings he passed suddenly seemed like camera's, their eyes seemed to be following him, all while holding on to a realness he didn't appreciate. 

Then he passed the painting of Seokjin, should Jungkook address him as "sir"? He was still trying to deny what happened the night before, though this was becoming impossible. Again he looked at his clothed arm, the painful tension under his skin wouldn't allow him the bliss that is ignorance. 

What does it mean if what i saw that night was real? Jungkook didn't understand, why would Mister Seokjin come to him... and how? Was he a ghost, a ghoul or perhaps an immortal? All of this was possible but inexplicable. He wanted answers but at the same time he was aware of his unawareness of the consequences. Could it all be an elaborate prank on the new guy? This thought made him feel more at ease, his elders were probably trying to get a laugh out of him. 

While pondering on this he reached his door. The lights were on, he saw that through the slightly opened crack of his door. Who would go into his room while he wasn't there? That was highly inappropriate, he huffed and threw the door open all the way. He was about to hurl the types of words only ex-street rats like himself could know at whoever had dared disgrace his sanctuary when he saw Mister Seokjin sitting on his bed. 

"Mister Seokjin, what are you doing here?" 

Said young man jumped slightly at the new presence in the room. "Jungkook, you startled me," he looked at the door behind Jungkook, "would you mind..." He trailed off, but Jungkook understood. Closing the door Jungkook didn't let his eyes wonder around the room, instead keeping his glance on the mysterious man. 

"I understand that you may have some questions and though there isn't a lot of time, I will do my best to answer as many as a can," Seokjin said, standing up. Jungkook was overjoyed, finally he thought.  He looked into the blank eyes of the other man, thinking of what to ask first. 

"What are you?" Simple question to ask, not so simple to answer. Jungkook saw the walking mystery hesitate. 

"I don't... I don't really know," shoulders slumped and face pointed towards the ground, Jin answered hesitantly. "I don't think I'm a ghost or anything, I can't pass through walls... I tried," Jungkook wanted to laugh slightly, but tried not to out of respect for his guest. 

"Then what is with your eyes?" Perhaps a bit blunt, but ah well. "My eyes? Oh! Uhm I don't know, I don't have any trouble seeing." Did this guy know anything of interest? Jungkook was getting impatient, he didn't know what this guy knew and what was out of his knowledge. He decided to ask the only question that could get him as many answers as time would allow Seokjin to give.

"What do you know," realising how blunt this sounded he added a quick,"that is important for me to know?" Seokjin seemed unsure for a second. Then he started to speak. "I know that... I fear that something sinister is at play in this house, something dangerous. I know that I'm in danger, but with your arrival i think you might be in danger too." 

A soft thud made Seokjin freeze, while Jungkook whipped his head around with the speed of 10 jaguars. Silence. Jungkook leaned with his back against the wall, knowing he had been blocking the keyhole from the start, and motioned for his guest to get out. Seokjin quickly caught on and with feline stealth made his way over to the wall on his right, pressed a hidden button on the wallpaper and silently slipped into the now present portal. It closed without a sound and Jungkook just stood there for a second or two. 

No sound was to be heard all night. Jungkook couldn't bring himself to sleep however, he stood guard at the door until the sun he hadn't even witness drowning reappeared on the horizon. Then and only then did he slide down the door and only when the warm sun rays hit him did he feel sleep overpower him. As he fell hard in the soft embrace of sleep he couldn't help but feel a sting of anxiety wash over him. He may have been adopted into this house, but he was more alone now than he had been before.