When the door slammed behind you, you knew something was wrong - there is no wind, no reason outside of the supernatural for the door to slam with such a force the moment you entered the house.
A deep chuckle echoes around you and you cling onto Jongdae, who clings back when the chuckle grows in volume.
"This is so your fault." He hisses, your backs are pressed against the door and his hand turns the handle to no avail. "We need to run, now." He grabs your hand and runs for the kitchen, hoping that there is a back door.
There is.
But it's locked.
"Why did I have to agree to this?" He groans, you whimper when you see a spirit form in front of you; it's hand reaching out to touch your face. "We should have stayed home, I should not have allowed you to drag me into this mess."
"Are we going to die?" You ask, voice shaking as Jongdae pulls you through the house again and pushes you into a room before barricading the door.
"If we do, I'm going to kill you." He tries the window but the lock is rusted shut and so he grabs a chair nearby, tossing it at the glass and watching with a satisfied grin as it smashes.
"Not so fast, we still need to play a game." An eerie voice appears in front of the smashed window and preventing either of you from moving. "You came here to have fun, let's have fun." It raises a transparent hand and you clutch at your throat, feeling the air being sucked out of your lungs.
"If you can answer my question, Jongdae," it's cold eyes look at him and freeze him to the spot, "she lives, if you get it wrong; you both die."
"What's your question?" Jongdae asks through gritted teeth and the spirit smiles, it's form solidifying until you can see it's features clearly.
"Who am I?"
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Drabble Collection #2
FanfictionVarious drabbles collected from my Tumblr. May contain various drabbles if it follows a particular story arc/muse drabbles. Titles will contain: idol, group, au, M for mature Note: I no longer write mature themes for Kim Jongdae, anything mature is...
