Fears

Airport to Scareport

Third Person POV:

Their manager groaned and hung up.

"I'm sorry boys, but the flight's been canceled. We can drive and make it to the next venue on time, but can you please try to keep grumbling to a minimum?"

J-hope frowned, he'd been looking forward to a quiet flight to rest his eyes, but now he would be stuck in the van with everyone all around. The tour had been unusually exhausting, and everyone just wanted to sleep.

Yoongi had already dozed off, his head flopped to one side and his mouth rather awkwardly hanging open.

He didn't want to be the one to tell his grumpy hyung that they weren't going to have there reclining airplane seats after all...

He looked around at the other member's tired faces.

Jin winced and placed a hand on his stomach, probably hungry again. Jungkook stared ahead, a blank look on his face. Weary irritation was clearly displayed on Jimin's face, and V looked like he could cry at any moment. J-hope was certain his own face bore a distinct look of exasperation. However a commanding yet gentle glance from Namjoon, who looked as though he himself was about to fall over from exhaustion, silenced any complaints that might have formed.

"We'll do our best manager-nim. We can stop for food on our way can't we?" Namjoon spoke softly, but even so the start of a sure to be massive headache pulsed through Hobi's forehead.

He rubbed his hand against his face gently, trying to ignore it.

"Of course. I'm afraid we won't make it to the hotel however, it's quite a drive."

The tension and weariness visibly mounted in their group, but Namjoon just nodded.

"Let's get going then."

We made it a dozen feet before Jin froze.

"Who's going to wake up Yoongi?"

As one, we shuffled our feet and looked back at Yoongi, or depending on his mood, Min Yoongi, Suga, Agust D...

Fast asleep on the bench.

Whoever woke him up would definitely get Agust D.

And yet for some reason everyone looked at him.

He sighed, knowing there was no use arguing. Slowly walking over to his hyung, dragging his feet but trying to hurry, a fear of waking him warring with longing to get to the van so he could at least sit down...

Finally he bent over and shook him, hard. Just trying to get it over with...

Switch to J-hope's POV:

I leapt back as Suga sprang up, then half fell back onto the bench, my own sorry self sprawling across the floor as my legs gave out. Hyung was cussing as I groaned, trying to get to my feet.

Despite everything, we were soon loaded into the van with expensive airport food ready to drive to our next venue...

Not the hotel, the venue.

*Time skip brought to you by J-hope's I hate snakeu*

I woke up, and I didn't know why. Everyone else was still asleep, but I couldn't shake a very heavy feeling that something was very, very wrong.

I looked over at manager-nim, and my stomach clenched when I saw his knuckles.

He was gripping the wheel so hard they'd gone from white to mottled with an unhealthy pink.

The van accelerated and I whimpered, wishing I hadn't sat up front where I could see the road that seemed to fly towards us, barely slipping under the van in time to not crush us.

"Why are we going so fast manager-hyung?" the question slipped from my lips as a whimper, my own knuckles going white as I gripped my seat.

"You don't want to know, Hobi." Manager-nim spoke through clenched teeth.

Terror howled from the pit of my stomach, and my gaze crawled up to the rear-view mirror despite my fear.

It looked almost human, but it was far to tall and horribly grotesque...

Standing at least eight feet tall, its emaciated body slouched over so that its already long arms reached the knees of its even longer legs. Despite being hunched over, it ran easily behind us, and its head was raised so that its piercing red eyes caught mine in the mirror. As though it could see my face, now frozen with fear, it grinned, lips catching in the wind to fully reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth that looked like the blades of daggers.

I couldn't help it. I screamed, even knowing full well it would wake the rest of the members.

"Wha-?"

"Shut the **** up!"

"Who scre-"

"WHAT THE HELL IS FOLLOWING US?" Taehyung screeched, and I knew he'd seen it.

There would have been silence as the others also turned and looked out the van's back window, except that I was emptying my poor, poor stomach into the bag from our airport food.

I groped around for a napkin as terrified screams broke out, and again I found myself looking in the rear-view mirror.

And again, I wished I hadn't.

Apparently I hadn't quite emptied my stomach...

Hello readers! Yes this is a cliffhanger, and yes I've stared another book even though my other one, "I Lost My Soulmate Kim Taehyung x Reader" isn't done yet.

I would like to thank @MysticPotato for encouraging me to write this, it was inspired by a dream I actually had, and yes even as a dream it already featured the BTS members! This is my first time writing any kind of horror/thriller, but I hope you'll enjoy it!

Remember, even if you hate me for this cliffhanger, I still love you guys! Thanks for reading, please comment and vote if you want to know what happens next!