" What do you want!?..St-Stay!! back "
Jungkook snarls, pupils dilated in fear , his hands trembling pushing the girl behind, using himself as her shied as they staggered backward with each heavy step of the inhuman being
Might of the fierce storm...
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" yeepty~yopty~ yeeet~" jungkook enters his apartment with his head hung low, hands pointing up toward the ceiling gliding his way inside followed by throwing his bag on the couch at the corner of his room imitating the famous dance move
" Four more days before weekend " He tiredly sighs, placing his bag under his head as replacement of pillow, he had just closed his eyes ready to sleep but opening them up in weary curiosity of something that replaced pointy sharp edges of his heavy books into something softer
He lazily unzip his bag and search for that soft cushion in his bag only to grab the long forgotten 'gift' from his busy day at college
laying his back on couch, legs dangling over the edge, one hand dangling beside his torso occasionally brushing his fingers on the floor while other is holding the teddy by its cotton tummy above his face, boringly examining it.
"you're cute I admit but who gave you to me? " jungkook talks to the stuff toy as if it will reply.
"Jin hyung will like you so...i don't know" he absentmindedly toss the teddy over his head, landing softly on the floor after hitting the wall.
He walks up to his room to play video games while listening to music. . . . . . . . Time Skip to 9pm
Jungkook is finishing his homework, his head heavy for the tedious essay laying on his desk whilst his hands messily works on finishing the last set of page . He huffs on how long he'll have to keep his eyes open otherwise he's bound to get punished tomorrow by another shit load of projects and surge of essay
He don't realize the pen slipping past the loose hold of his fingers followed by his head on desk. Immediately asleep
He jolts awake by a loud thud just under his ear resonating with the hard furniture, frantically throwing his head sideways with confusion, his brain still perplexed, rubbing his puffy eyes to loose sleep. He wanders his gaze to where he heard the thud but there is nothing, just the same blue wall surrounding the closed and covered window.
He makes an unpleased face seeing the drool spot on his paper, proceeding to bend down to pick up his pen but it's nowhere to be found
It should have been here
He hunts all around his chair but can't find it, confused he gets up to kneel down on floor to search for his precious pen underneath the small gap of his desk. Absolute darkness greets him and he stretches his hand inside tilting his head in other direction, his tounge peeking out, moving his palm over the cool dusty floor to feel his pen somewhere
Finally he feels a hard, slim object. instantly grabbing it and sighing in relief that he found it. He pulls on it but it's not budging.
Deep crease display on his forehead with a scowl, again pulling on it harshly but no reward. He curls his finger more firmly, feeling something smooth and hard on its tip, now that he thinks about it the shape feels more crooked than his pen.. Something bony when terror settles in his gut
