area 52 | vk.

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blank.

still blank.

despite hoseok's advice, jungkook still spent the whole day in their dark dorm, adding a few alterations to the outfit, then after a while deciding they clashed, so he erased them, and after creating a pile of crumpled paper at his feet, jungkook found himself not even being able to create the man's silhouette anymore.

so now, jungkook cradled his chin on his forearm, the blinding light of his study lamp the only thing keeping him awake. he groaned quietly, letting his finger touch the warm bulb to feel even a percent awake.

he stood up, making himself a cup of coffee and turning on the television, sipping on the hot caffeinated drink as he felt himself gain energy little by little.

a few minutes passed and the dorm door clicked open with an exhausted hoseok walking through and plopping himself beside jungkook.

"that shoot was tiring." hoseok groaned, placing the paper bag of long sleeves and blazers on their coffee table.

"you went to another shoot?" jungkook asked, putting down his pad. hoseok groaned, propping up his feet. "yoongi hooked me up with his photographer friend. i think his name was taeyun or something, i'm too tired to remember." he tiredly said, stealing a couple sips of jungkook's instant coffee.

and as though he just lost all fatigue he had moments ago, hoseok shot up, "dude, what the hell are you watching?" he cackled, pointing at the bright television screen.

jungkook didn't even notice, the news were on, and they were babbling about the stupid area 51 thing again.

"..just a few hours today, a horde of about 500,000 people stormed into the restricted area 51–groups of people hurdled with the guards and some managed to pound the walls-"

"aw, i didn't get to join." hoseok pouted jokingly, extremely entertained at the clips of people pushing past the security. there were only about 100 people who actually made it to the gate, and majority of them were tackled and apprehended by the guards.

"ridiculous," jungkook rolled his eyes, "they actually did it? how stupid can this be?" jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

lawless. absolutely lawless and careless and jungkook did not think one bit was remotely funny.

"turn it off, it's stupid," jungkook reached for the remote and immediately turned off the screen, standing up and grabbing his empty sketchpad.

hoseok whined, pulling harshly on jungkook's oversized sleeves and turning the tv back on, "just watch, i think my tweets are coming up." he said enthusiastically, proudly shoving his phone in jungkook's face, "just sit!"

"i don't want to, this is so dumb-"

then in a second, the tv made a loud crackle,

"what, was that?"

"i don't-"

then another, eerily louder,

but now the air smelled of smoke,

jungkook breathed out exasperatedly, "great, great timing, jeez,"

and a flare combusted, from what was probably a wire,

"what—ow!"

then hoseok's phone sparked, sending a few bolts into his hand,

"what is it?"

then everything went pitch black, the pungent smell of the smoke unpleasantly tickling the two's noses.

"dude, what the fu—"

then everything turned back on,

the news moved on and continued babbling something about military enlistment,

hoseok's phone turned back on,

and the smoke completely gone—

like nothing happened.

hoseok, wide-eyed, slowly faced jungkook.

jungkook glared at him.

"don't you da-"

"dude, do you think—"

"hoseok, i swear, if you say it-"

hoseok smiled cheekily.

"do you think it was the aliens?"

he flicked his forehead hard, earning a shriek of pain from the older.

"that hurt!"

jungkook groaned. "can you just shut up about aliens? jeez, just go to sleep." he shoved his arm.

hoseok wore his smile, poking at jungkook's sides, "alright, then. but don't stay up too late," he walked towards his room with that dumb smile on his lips,

"the aliens may catch you." he spoke in a deep, mockingly taunting voice, wiggling his fingers at jungkook in the most irritating way possible.

jungkook rubbed his temples, groaning in annoyance. "aliens, aliens, my ass," jungkook mocked, snatching his sketchpad from
the table.

he turned his head at the wire socket hesitantly.

not even a burn mark.

jungkook averted his eyes from the intertwined cables.

he scoffed.

"aliens, right."

he stared at his sketchpad.

still empty.

damn it, aliens, he thought.

you should've at least given me something before you left.