Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Seokjin |]

[|Own The Night|TaeJin|]

"Jimin, will he wake up?"

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The building is broken. Still standing balanced, the windows are broken, some parts of the walls sprayed with graffiti and blood.

The inside is the worst. Furniture is broken, just like the lights and electricity.

The walls are covered in blood, claw marks, water dripping from the ceiling, there's even some rotten skin and flesh on the floor.

Remind Taehyung why he made a bet about this thing?

Right. His ego.

The house was terrifying. Horrifying even. There have been a lot of theories about this house, but they never got leaked, because the people who were going to died the morning after shooting.

"Come on! It won't be that bad!" His friend laughs. "Just go in, look around a bit and get out! It's just a house." He shrugs.

"Easy for you to say!" Taehyung protests. "I'm the one who has to enter that nightmare!"

His friends pats his shoulder and smiles before pushing him past the gates, causing Taehyung to give him a glare.

His anger is immediately washed away into fear when he stands in front of the house. It isn't even that big. No mansion, no rich house, just a normal broken down bloody house.

Still not quite comforting and welcoming though.

The door opens with a loud creak, making Taehyung flinch.

"There's nothing in there!" His friend yells after him.

Taehyung turns his head back to him and gives him a glare. He's about to say something, when the door slams shut in his face, and a hand covers his mouth tightly, head pressed against someone's skin.

"Stay quiet." A deep voice growls. "And we won't hurt you."

Taehyung nods quickly, eyes wide with panic and fear. The man glares at him, before slowly letting go. He knows the door is locked, the only possible way out is the window.

And there are a lot of them.

Taehyung spins around, almost screaming with what he sees. The man covers his mouth again, letting the human scream in his hand.

"Better?" He asks with a growl, when Taehyung has finished.

Taehyung hesitantly nods. "W-what are you?! Who are you?! Why-"

The man growls at him. "I said quiet, didn't I?"

Taehyung quickly nods and shuts his mouth, looking down.

The man in front of him had small canines, slightly pointy ears, and a well-built body. Muscly and tall. His hair is messy dark brown, a stroke of light blonde in his hair, eyes a deep amber and skin tan.

His gaze is threateningly dominant, matching his clothes. He wears a dark brown leather jacket without sleeves, revealing his chest and arms, and a pair of black pants with bare feet.

"To answer your questions." The man growls. "I'm not human."

Taehyung gulps nervously, when he hears the stairs creaking. And if things couldn't get worse, someone else inhuman comes down the stairs.

There's a man with fierce red hair, black horns of which one has been broken and pale skin. His eyes are a fierce crimson, clothes in the same color pattern of black, grey, and red.