Into the Shadows

Uncomfortable

Hoseok walked up to the small house with the red door. He was nervous, his hands were shaking it had been years since he had been to this house, months since he had seen the person who resided in its nightmarish walls. But to save a friend he needed to face his fear and talk to the one person who hurt him most.

Jimin didn't like the idea of it and even though Jin was his boss he still wanted to kick his ass for the things he had done to Hoseok. It took Hoseok three days to convince him that he needed to do it alone. He knew that the constant buzz in his leather jacket was Jimin checking on him but he was too busy trying not to throw up as he rang the doorbell.

It was silent on the other side of that door he had escaped from before. Flashes of that day skirted across his mind when the door creaked open.

There he was with his broad shoulders and dazzling smile making Hoseok panic looking everywhere but at the handsomely dangerous man in front of him. Dangerous to Hoseok at least.

"Hobi?" Jin questioned reaching out to touch the man in front of him. Hoseok shied away taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Jin...I need your help." He hated the words spilling from his mouth.  A tantalizing smirk played across the tall man's lips at Hoseok's words.

"And... what do I get in return." His voice was low and dangerous.

"My fist not connecting with your face that's what!" An Angry Jimin growled as he climbed the stairs. Hoseok looked at him in shock. Where had he come from. Jimin wrapped a protective arm around his waist looking up at Jin with narrow eyes.

Jin folded his arms across his broad chest still smirking. This small man thought he could take him
on. Does he not realize who he is?

"I'll bite..."

Hoseok swallowed hard before speaking, Jimin giving his hip a reassuring squeeze.

Jin
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I opened my door to the most beautiful view my eyes had seen in weeks. I've seen him working from time to time but he has never just showed up on his door step.

The way his hair falls into his face with purple highlights. How his lips pout at the sight of me.

He is gorgeous...

But then there is Detective Park with his beady eyes glaring at me. He really should know his place. I squared my shoulders staring him down.

"Whatever he needs he can ask. He doesn't need a minuscule detective asking for him. Isn't that right Sunshine?" I shifted my gaze to his panicked one watching as he swallows hard.

"I-I... need an... an exorcism." Hobi stammered out clinging on to the midget for dear life. I raised an eyebrow at them. What does he need an exorcism for? I've seen the symptoms I know the signs. He shows none... other than a slight nervousness of my handsome presence. I mean can you blame him. I swear if he doesn't stop glaring at me I might knock his teeth out.

Wait... remember your mantra... remember.

"You don't look like you need an exorcism." I say my voice smooth as silk. Hobi tenses up again scrunching his face before he speaks with his shaky tone.

"N-Not me... my friend Namjoon"

"Ah I take it his spirit was weakened after all the trauma..."

Hobi nods slowly sneaking a look at Jimin who was still fucking glaring at me.

"I'll help on one condition..."