Enter, You

Unconscious Warmth

Shuffling through several publicly released case files, Namjoon put aside his coffee so he wouldn't knock it over. With several open windows on his browser, he rubbed his eyes and sighed. Even with so much released information, he couldn't get any trails that the police didn't have. One would've figured finding more about a recent serial killer would've been easier given the path of mutated bodies they've always managed to leave. "It must've been hard." Namjoon looked over the most recent victim. They've always been male, but the "sculpting" (as the police have always called it) wasn't usually this severe. Most of the document was covered in black, blurring the sentences into vague statements. All he could read was that the victim was male, in school, and around his age. Namjoon physically shuddered. The victims have been leading up to this, all the others were less sculpted yet never good enough to start with. The starting victims were usually far too old to be this perfect. Looking at the newest victim again, he could've been deemed handsome if the deepened scars weren't apparent. Oddly, it reminded him of Seokjin. Though, his handsomeness meant that he'd never have to be sculpted. Saving his progress and shutting off his computer, he stared back at the black screen that lay before him. If the victims were truly evolving to the killer's taste, then he'd have to be worried. Personally, he's been attractive enough to never have to worry about being rejected but he's never accepted any of them. It might've been strange, but it was as if he already liked someone. Namjoon quietly laughed off the thought and fell on his couch.

The white wall never changed. It didn't need to change, it was always there for him to stare at. Yoongi yawned and turned in his bed. Usually, he's never had a problem falling asleep but now he's finally had something to think of. Solitude's done nothing but benefit him, not having to deal with idiots and fools in his grade. If that was the case, why was he thinking at night?

"That try-hard."

He fluffed his pillow and looks at the ceiling. Maybe... Maybe they weren't all fools. Thinking over the day's events, he found himself embarrassed over Seokjin's boldness. Covering his face with his pillow, he muttered. He probably should've stuck to being alone, wasting time at a messy library he was paid but not bothered to clean. Now, he just vaguely thought of Jin.

"It's creepy for me to think of him like that... Stop overreacting..."

Yoongi shoved the pillow off him and looked at the wall again. That constant dependant that was always there for him.

"Oh.. shut up."

He put the blanket over his eyes and promptly fell asleep.

Hoseok scoffed at his phone's screen. The teacher that mercilessly abandoned his classroom to run off with some new bride was currently halfway across the world as he was handed the entire year's work. With such a hard workload, he couldn't bother falling asleep that night. Putting on a calming playlist, red marks and side notes covered students' work. The rain didn't bother to let up, as a somber mood fell over himself. Moving below his desk to grab a can of the cheapest beer he could find, the sound of crisp bubbling filled his ears. Downing it, his happy smile he usually kept could be finally let down. Mildly intoxicated, he could hear the opening notes of the day's movie. Even if the plot was predictable, he still felt somewhat close to the score. He remembered the shoulders that leaned upon him as the movie progressed, the eyes that he was able to attract. Drunkenly smiling, he combed the papers to see Seokjin's handwriting. It was partially messy, but characteristic of him with bold yet pretty strokes. Turning the volume louder, he read over Seokjin's assignment with a new-found purpose. His smile appeared again, as he gave Seokjin a straight-A score.

Smoke filled Jimin's kitchen as he turned to dump yet another failed dish. The video made it seem so much easier then it looked, as his garbage bin had yet another fill of his latest creation. They've never tasted as good as his Hyung had made it, tasting too off-putting for his tongue. Taking a short break, he prepared himself something much easier to eat. If he was here, what would he have said? Scrolling through his phone, he found his contact number. His username of 'wwh.Seokjin' was as egotistical as it was cute, the worldwide handsome part being completely true as he remembered the whole shower-room incident. Hovering over the call button, he swallowed his crappily made dish and pressed it. Finding no response, he turned off his phone. All that lingered in his mouth was uncertainty, but he was determined to taste him.

The punching bag was almost knocked off the hook, as Jungkook jabbed it with all his might. Panting heavily, he haphazardly drank water from his canteen. Even with working out at the bottom of his mansion, he was usually used to this sort of emptiness. With unbothered parents, working towards something as simple as bulking up was his only goal. At this point in his life, everyone already expected it of him. He was the definition of perfection if there ever could be. Punching the bag again, it jolted back and smacked him. Spitting on the ground, he went back to formal attacks. If he was the definition, why was he so bothered by Seokjin? He didn't come close to perfect, moving gently across the world in order to not make a splash. He was too morally unbiased to bother with. The bag was knocked down to the floor as Jungkook stood above it triumphantly.

"Who's the Hyung now?"

With deep breaths, he picked it back up and frowned. He had to get closer to Seokjin in order to find out what annoyed him so much. Yes, that had to be the reason. Jungkook smiled to no one as he walked up to his basement's steps and closed the door shut.

Seokjin pushed Taehyung off him and accidentally turned off the movie.

"Taehyung? What are you doing?"

The younger was shoved back to the opposite side of the couch, left breathing by himself. Taehyung realized telling him the truth wasn't possible, as he just wasn't prepared for it.

"I'm sorry... I got too touchy, didn't I? I was just worried over you meeting so many people and..."

Taehyung's eyes turned colder as he got up to leave. Unsurprisingly, Seokjin grabbed his arm and took him into a tight hug.

"You're that worried over me finding new people?"

Seokjin smiled and kissed Taehyung on the cheek.

"I'll always be your older Hyung, you won't have to worry about that. We'll always be friends."

Inside, Taehyung was screaming. How oblivious can this man be? His feelings were there, but he still mistook them as "brotherly" love? His facade had to continue in order to have Seokjin still willingly stay around him. Despite his anger, he hugged Seokjin back.

"Of course. Let's continue the movie."

Turning the movie back on, he couldn't see Taehyung's creeping smile as Seokjin allowed Taehyung to cuddle back into his arms as the night drew to a close.