8 Hours

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Present (2029)*

"Honey! You've got mail!"

The sweet sound of a female's voice filled Namjoon's ears as he stretched his arms up with a yawn, before getting out of his work chair and meeting his wife in the hallway. He greeted her with a light peck and a smile.

"What's this?" He asked in curiosity, taking the letter gently between his fingers as he examined it closely. His wife shrugged and rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

"Handwriting seems familiar, doesn't it?" She hummed, inspecting it herself as she felt a small hand tug on her jumper sleeve.

Namjoon nodded.

She glanced down with a grin before taking the 4 year old's hand and guiding her to the kitchen.
Leaving Namjoon with the letter.

Not thinking much of it, he opened the letter and furrowed his brows to see a slip of paper fall to his feet, he picked it up and read it carefully.

To Kim Namjoon,

You have been invited to a house party for the weekend!
Please arrive at 7pm this Friday.

Let's make BTS reunite!

Address - ****** ***** ******* **** ***

Namjoon's face went from confusion to interest, as he stroked his slightly stubbed chin. He walked into the kitchen.

"Hey honey, What was the letter for?" His wife asked in interest as she placed her daughter's Nutella sandwich onto the table.

Namjoon sighed softly.

"It's an invitation, to a house party." He said gently, smiling at his twin daughters who waved happily at him.

He watched as his wife started clearing up the dishes from their spicy curry last night, after forgetting to do so at the time.

"That sounds like fun, do you know who else is going?"

Namjoon paused.

"BTS."

His wife's eyes widened as she halted her movements, turning her body to face him in slight surprise, before a joyful grin graced her features.

"That's brilliant, Joonie! You haven't seen the boys together in over a year!" She squealed and skipped towards him in excitement, Namjoon rose a brow as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"The address is all the way in Daegu though, will you be okay with that two?" he gestured to the two girls who were poking each other's cheeks as they ate.

He seemed unsure and worried.

His wife simply huffed and started edging him towards their shared bedroom.

"I'll help you pack."

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"Hello?" Namjoon's quiet voice spoke out questioningly as he glanced around the empty room.

"I'm here because of the invite.. for a- house party?" He asked nervously, maybe he was at the wrong house?

He waited for a moment, before agreeing to himself that the house was, in fact, empty.

He hummed in thought and stepped inside the hallway, the house is quite small to have a party in with 7 grown men...

In fact, the house looked barely furnished at all. And it still seemed too small.

Wait, who sent this letter?

"Probably the wrong house." Namjoon mumbled to himself as he looked over the address and his phone again. He didn't notice the creeping steps behind him.

"Nope, you've found it."

He felt the sudden unexplainable pain from the baseball bat that hit his skull, and then he collapsed.

•••••• ••••   ••••   ••

Jungkook sighed happily as he cuddled closer to Felix's warm body under the covers. He peered over the male's shoulder to see what he was reading.

Jungkook sighed in contempt.

"What are you reading?" He asked in slight interest, however, something else had been lurking in his mind.

Felix turned the book over, the title in large font displaying the words 'GOOD OMENS' on the front before he opened the book again.

The names Crowley and Azirphale popped up a few times.

Jungkook hummed once again in interest, before digging his nose into Felix's neck, taking in his scent of fresh soap right after a shower. Felix shivered.

"Kook, stop. You know I'm ticklish there." He complained, gently nudging Jungkook away from his neck. Eyes still focused on the book.

Jungkook ignored him.

"Not unless you talk to me." He stated, shrugging innocently as he blew purposefully on his shoulder. Felix groaned and closed the book after marking his page.

"I am talking to you." He spoke in a deep mutter, turning on his side as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist.

"Let's have a conversation," Jungkook started, smiling cutely as he swung a leg over Felix's hip.

Felix hummed.

"When do you want to get married?" He asked curiously, and Felix sighed.

"Kook, we had this conversation once. And then what? We broke up." He spat, his voice laced with sadness at the memory. Jungkook pouted.

"But the we got back together. It's been 4 years since then, Babe." He stated, watching his boyfriend nod in acknowledgment.

"I'll think about it." He sighed. Jungkook frowned slightly.

"You don't want to marry me?" He asked, hurt.

Felix's eyes widened as he shook his head rapidly.

"Of course I do! I'm just- you know how my parents are..." he trailed off, sadly hugging Jungkook closer in comfort.

"Are they still against our relationship?" He groaned, and Felix simply nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly, a loud crash erupted from the kitchen. And both boys sat up in shock.

They were silent for a while until they heard it again, and again, and again.

"Someone's in our house." Felix gulped with wide eyes, and Jungkook simply nodded while climbing out of bed.

"Call the police." He ordered, nearing the door slowly. Felix panicked.

"What about you?" He asked worriedly, subconsciously already taking out his phone. Jungkook glanced behind him to stare at him before smiling slightly.

"I'll be-" His head whipped to the side as he suddenly fell to the ground, as a hooded man stood over his body with a baseball bat, dried blood covered the edges.

Felix screamed.

"JUNGKO-" A hand wrapped itself around his mouth, along with a cloth with a peculiar smell.

He struggled in the captors grip as he saw the man step closer to him with the bat, his body weakened.

Felix passed out cold.