"Oh, could you tell me? I saw you hidden in this garden"
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"What do you mean, Namjoon?"
The orange-haired man's brows knitted tightly as his amber eyes flicked toward the silver-haired leader standing in the center of the dimly lit room. Shadows stretched along the walls, thrown by the flickering candlelight and the wan glow from the moon outside the tall windows. The other three lounged around as if this were a stage performance, each breath and twitch recorded with meticulous attention.
"Jungkook must have met someone... or something. Something strong enough to bring him to this state," Namjoon said, his voice calm but heavy, like iron settling on stone.
"You're saying one of our enemies did this?"
The orange-haired man asked, voice casual, but his fingers curled slightly as if ready to strike.
"Impossible. If someone lethal entered our territory, one of us would have sensed it," Namjoon replied evenly, though the tension coiled tighter with each word.
"Hyung... why don't you try seeing through his memories?"
The orange-haired man snapped toward the pink-haired boy, urgency sharpening his tone.
"I've tried. His mind is... blank."
"Yoongi hyung?" he asked, turning to the mint-haired man, hope flickering in his eyes.
Yoongi's gaze lingered on Jungkook's motionless form, cold and calculating, before he shook his head.
"Nothing. His mind is empty... erased."
A frustrated sigh swept the room.
"Maybe we could—"
"HYUNG!"
The orange-haired boy's sudden shout cut him off, snapping everyone's attention to the youngest.
"What?" Jin asked, concern lacing his voice.
"H-he moved his hand!"
Like lightning, they rushed to Jungkook. His eyes slowly opened, piercing gray in the dim light, the faint shimmer of danger radiating off him like ice against steel. The first thing they saw was the cracked plaster of the ceiling above.
"Jungkook!" Jin knelt beside him.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?" Hoseok asked, voice tight with worry.
But Jungkook only stared at them. Expressionless. Cold. His aura cut through the room like a knife, sharp and unreadable.
Namjoon leaned closer, agitation sharpening his silver eyes.
"Jungkook... did you meet anyone last night?"
Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then his voice, low and gravelly:
"Hyung... I'm feeling suffocated."
"What?" Jin's brow rose, confusion mingling with concern.
"I want to be alone."
His words hit like a steel blade. Flat. Dismissive. Alien.
"What the hell?! Jung motherfucking Kook!" Yoongi roared, frustration and fear boiling through him.
"We stayed up the entire night, worried sick, and that's all you can say?!"
Jungkook didn't flinch. Didn't move. Didn't care. He only exhaled, cold air brushing against them like frost.
"You—" Yoongi began, rage flaring.
"It's okay," Jin interrupted, calm but firm. He placed a hand on Yoongi's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.
"Let him be."
Yoongi ground his teeth but stayed silent.
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Fanfiction"What other language do I need to speak for you to understand how I hate seeing your ugly face? " "J-Jungkook let go of my hand pl-ease " "Another sight of you and I swear I'll loose my sanity. Creatures like you disgust me "
