Darkside

11

You slip out of the room, turning the knob and closing the door as silently as you could manage. You're exhausted, but you feel much happier and lighter.

You cradled him, murmuring sweet words of nothingness and comfort until you could lull him back to sleep again. It had taken a while, especially after your deep conversation, but eventually, you had managed to get him to fall asleep.

Leaning on the door with your back, you exhale with a smile. You're still feeling on edge and a bit teary after the deep conversation you had with him, but you were glad things were mostly better with him. At least now you knew where to find him, and that he was safe. With people that seemed suspicious, but somehow trustworthy.

People which you still hadn't introduced yourself to, though you just busted into their place as you belonged.

You lean forwards, getting off the door. You needed to talk to them, get to know them. It was basic manners, to say the least. But you also wanted to get a better judge of character on them and see how well they were taking care of Jungkook.

The apartment was huge, but it had a general direction that it went in. The hallway was large and seemed to be never-ending, but it flowed in one direction with countless rooms. You wonder whether you should go left or right, and decide to stick with your gut feeling to continue down the hall, going left.

You take a leisurely stroll down the long hallway, occasionally taking a couple peeks into the different rooms scattered around. Most of them had the common things you'd find in a room, like a bed, some cabinets or desk table. You noticed that every room seemed to have it's own unique style, not suiting the general theme of the house.

You furrow your brows, thinking that it was a strange way of decorating, but shake it off. It's none of your business, anyway.

Finally, after walking for a while down in the hallway, with a bit of snooping, you hear muffled voices coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door is closed, but from what you could hear, there were multiple voices, meaning that everyone was most likely in this room.

You stop to stand right in front of the door, raising your hand and hesitating about whether you should knock or not. You decide that it's best to knock, in case you're intruding on something personal.

After knocking lightly on the door a couple of times, the chatter in the room dies down, filling the house with an eerie silence. Some footsteps are heard before the door is cracked open, and the feeling of relief fills you when you see that it's Jimin who's come to greet you.

"Ah, Y/N," He says, letting everyone else in the room know who it was. After he takes a look back, he opens the door fully. "Come in."

The room is bright, and you have to squint your eyes at first to adjust to the bright surroundings. Blinking rapidly to adjust quicker, you find out where the heavy source of light is coming from. There are large, floor to ceiling windows that surround the room, showing an intoxicating view of the outside world.

It's beautiful. The room is faced away from the city, instead of showing the beautiful hills in the distance, and the glorious view of nature, causing you to blankly stare in awe at the amazing scenery.

You hear a light chuckle at your reaction, and you quickly identify that the person laughing earlier was the man that opened the door for you. Sitting down on one of the couches, with a light and smug grin on his face, was Seokjin.

Looking around, you notice that there are around six more people in the room, excluding Jimin, who was standing right beside you. You're about to fix up your shirt when you look down in horror to realize that you're still wearing your worst pair of pajamas from last night, the most unprofessional attire that you could possibly wear.