MAGES | BTS [DISCONTINUED]

C҉h҉. 7҉ - M҉a҉n҉i҉a҉

Mathew opened the door, seeing the seven boys scattered around the room, sleeping. There was Namjoon, who moved the desks together to sleep on it. Jin, who was sitting on the desk, resting his head on his arms. Yoongi was laying near the window, knocked the fuck out. Hoseok sat in the other corner of the room, crossing his arms as he slept. Jimin was curled up into a small ball, with potty duck lips. Taehyung was scattered across the floor, making him look like a starfish. And Jungkook was sitting on the desk with his legs over the surface of the desk, hanging out.

"I wonder what they did all night?" Seph asked.

"Probably yell at each other the whole timer," Jiwoo answered.

Somin shrugged, "They look so peaceful."

"Wait till they wake up," Mathew brought his fingers to his mouth, he then proceeded to whistle really loudly, starling everyone in the room.

"Jesus," Jin groaned.

"I am not Jesus, but we get mixed up a lot," Mathew replied.

"What time is is?" Jungkook asked.

"5am," Jiwoo answered. "We're going out to eat breakfast, then go home and shower. You all smell worse than fish."

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The hot water showered down on Jungkook's naked body as he shut his eyes, feeling the warmth all around his body. He opened his eyes, that were glowing a deep blue. He moved his hands, the water coming out of the shower head moving along with him. He continued to play with the water, feeling like a kid again.

He didn't notice how much time passed by until the water ran cold.

"Aw, shit," he cursed, grabbing the shampoo to wash his hair in cold water.

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Jungkook finished showering, walking around the house with one shirt. But at least had sweatpants on.

He dried his hair with the wet towel he used to wipe his whole body, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Jungkook!" his mom yelled. "Were you playing in the shower again?"

Jungkook giggled out loud. "Sorry mom, I'll clean it up!"

"You better!"

The doorbell suddenly rung, his dad in the other room asking him to get it.

"Okay," Jungkook replied, walking to the front door and unlocking it. He opened it, revealing flustered Jimin when he saw that Jungkook was shirtless. Jimin's mind automatically screamed, ABS!

"Goddamn it Jungkook," Jimin looked away. "Put a fucking shirt on!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes in response, opening the door for Jimin, and heading upstairs to find the nearest shirt he could find. Which was laying on the floor of his bedroom.

Jungkook came back in a white tee, Jimin finally able to look at Jungkook without playing the "Don't look down" challenge. He obviously, already failed.

"Why do you keep staring?" Jungkook asked in an offended tone.

"Because you're ugly," Jimin started.

Jungkook flashed his blue eyes at Jimin in response, "What are you doing here?"

"You mentioned before that you can't drive," Jimin said. "Since we're gonna be working together, I suppose I'll try to get along with you."

"Oh so you're like my chauffeur?"

"No," Jimin shook his head. "More like Uber."

Jungkook scoffed a laugh, "I ain't paying you."

"Well then walk yourself," Jimin said. "I'm gonna go-"

"Hold on," Jungkook halted him, grabbing his bag. He sighed, "I'll pay."

Jimin smirked, "Good."

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Jimin parked in front of Namjoon's apartment. "Namjoon can't drive either. So we're picking him up."

"Well aren't you just everyone's Uber driver?" Jungkook asked in sarcasm.

"Yeah, and I'm expecting my pay after this," Jimin reminded him.

"Whatever," Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Namjoon exited the apartment building, looking fresher than a pillow with mint on it. He found Jimin who was in his black car, sitting in the drivers seat. He was about to sit in the passenger seat, but he found Jungkook in the spot, so he went to the back.

"Hey," he greeted, buckling his seatbelts.

"So, we picking up anyone else?" Jungkook asked, crossing his arms.

"Nope, now off we go!" Jimin drove off.

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Somewhere in Eden (the town where the boys live)...

"AHHH!" the sound of a lady screaming alarmed everyone in the book store. The employees ran over to the corner of the store, where they found a bunch of spiders crawling all over the place.

They screamed in terror, running away from the bugs. Not even catching a glimpse of the person who caused this chaos.

He went by the name, Mania. He wore a black cloth over his body, ripped near the ends but still covered his whole body. The hood over his white hair, and glowing white eyes.

He was well known in the area, since he loved to terrorize his victims before killing them. His ability was called Phobia. He knows everyone's deepest fears. And he makes it a reality. Torturing them half to death by fear.

He doesn't work for anyone, he works for himself. There's one reason for this: he's tempted to hurt anyone he works with. He'd done it many times, it's like a guilty pleasure of his. But he likes to call it his hobby.

He smirked, walking up the screaming lady.

"Please!" She held her hand out for him. "Help me!"

"Gladly."

And with that, he took out a knife, walking closer to her.

"What do you want?" she asked. "Money?"

"No, no, no," Mania shook his head. "You got the wrong idea. I'm not looking for money. I'm just having fun."

Author note:
If you ever read the Renegade series, you'll notice that Mania is inspired by my favorite character, Phobia.