Give You Hell || j.j.k

22. Bitch Aint Dead

"The salt goes here...?" I asked, holding the box cluelessly.
"Mhm" Jungkook nodded as he placed the candles in a circle. He stopped and turned to me. "Why are you trusting me this much?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, stopping myself from pouring the whole box of salt in one area.
He blinked at me, who was willingly standing in the middle of a salt-pentagram, surrounded by candles as Satan stood to the other side of it.
"Okay, I get it." I laughed. "I've just never been that good of a judge of character.."
"But I hope that I got this one right."
"And what is that? Your judgement of me, I mean?"
I waited a minute, thinking. "Misunderstood? I think that you're a bigger softie than you seem."
"Trust me, I'm no softie."
———
"It's spicy!" He tousled in his bed.
I held the soup spoon over the bowl and waited for him to stop thrashing around.
"It's tomato soup.." I shook my head. "Didn't you say this spell thing would take a few days to go into affect? It's been an hour and your bedridden."
He looked over with a pout. "I'm just napping, I thought that you were being nice!"
"Bitch! I made soup for you because I thought you were already affected, and you're just napping?!" I stood up from the whole ass chair that I hauled into the loft, where he slept, and stormed out with the soup.
"Ungrateful little..." I angrily put the meal in a leftover container, checking my phone.
28 MISSED CALLS
I clicked the contact.
It was Yoongi.
I blocked the contact.
I tried to distract myself, the only thing coming to mind being the strange ritual that Jungkook did, and how it sent chills down my body.
———
He had me step out of the room, but I still heard his voice.
It wasn't any language I knew, and as the minutes dragged on, it's like his voice was multiplying, other deeper and higher voices adding onto what he was chanting.
The house became unbearable due to heat, my hair sticking to my forehead and I couldn't help but look through the crack of the door.
He was face down in fetal position, and the fire danced all throughout the room as he chanted into the floor.
Then it went dark, and he fell silent.
"Kook...?" I called out.
No response.
I burst through the door, and the heat was instantly gone.
It wasn't cold, but it was like the air was too still to even breathe.
The boy now looked at me through the semi-darkness, neck tilted upwards and to the side. His eyes were entirely coal, and jagged horns reached out from his head. It was like his arms were burnt and black, but not charred, because his nails were long and pointed.
His expression was like a plea for help, eyebrows knitted as he looked towards me.
"...Go." His voice, and only his, begged.
I found my strength again and slammed the door, shivering until I heard a thud.
I helped him up, looking into his doe eyes, and wondering how any part of him could be real.
———
"How did- no, this isn't happening..." Jimin grabbed his hair in his hands.
"He was in an accident, Jimin." Jin's butler, Mr. Kang informed.
His eyes were wide, and the tears just dropped from his open eyes. "Where is he?" He asked, still in shock.
"I- he's dead, sir." Mr. Kang said sadly.
"Where's the body?" Jimin asked, and the man stayed silent. "I need to see him before the funeral!"
"Jimin-"
"No! I can't-" he scrambled for his phone.
"Namjoon, I need you to tell me something."
———
"Yeah, he always said he'd escape to Paris if anything went wrong, why?" Namjoon asked into the phone.
"Nothing. Thanks." Jimin hung up, and he shrugged it off, finishing packing.
"We can't just wait for Yoongi at this hotel.." Hoseok paced. "If Jungkook's gonna hurt her, then we need to go now."
"Hobi, we don't have the money." Namjoon said with a heavy heart. "She's a strong girl, okay? She was fine a few weeks ago at the funeral." He placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.
Hoseok gave him a weak smile.
———
Jungkook laid in bed, limbs heavy as his head was filled with humming, and the soft pattering of the shower.
I was humming in the shower.
He groaned, sitting up and putting his head to the baseboard of the bed, eyes closed as he listened.
It was working.
He let himself drift back to sleep.
(A/n: heyyy! Sorry it's been a while, but updates will be coming, just not too consistently and I'm sorry. Expect more soon, though ^-^ But if you're interested in anything other than fanfiction, but still like the idea of fantasy powers and shit, notnamedaya has a great story like that and you should go read it :P)