Little Star || BTS Horror AU

11

The entire night went by and I kept on tossing around on the mattress of my bed unable to stop thinking about that house. I was so tired just a while ago but now every bone in my body wanted to just get up and go to that house again. I didn't know what I was even expecting to find amidst the ruins of that house, but all I knew was that I just had to go there.

I got out of my bed, as soon as the sun showed up in the horizon. 5:00am.

I quickly got changed so as to come back before any of my parents found out that I'm missing. This wasn't the best situation for me to go excavating, I knew... But I just had to. For the first time I felt scared of exploring.

"Its supposed to be around here... Somewhere..." I mumbled to myself flashing the torchlight in front of me to look for that house. Even though, the sun had kind of risen, it was still dark, especially because of the thick canopy of trees, so I had to bring a flashlight with myself.

"Ah there you are!" I spoke out finally finding the route to that house. I got the same feeling with every step I took towards that house. As it was calling me to it...

The door was open, just like I had left it before. No one must come around here most of the time then. It was painfully quite but not peaceful at all. A heavy atmosphere clung to the air and somehow all the courage that I had built within myself, all ebbed out as soon as I set one foot inside its threshold.

Suddenly a cold but firm hand landed on my shoulder and it felt as if my body was electrified and turned into stone. I took a loud gasp sharply turning around only to come face to face with a dishevelled blonde haired boy. Namjoon.

"Namjoon you scared me!" I half scream and sigh in relief. My heart had actually stopped beating for two seconds.

"Oh I did? I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" He sounded much surprised to my amazement and chuckled getting embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck flaunting off his perfect simples.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked him once I calmed my nerves a bit. I should feel braver now that I had a friend with me but I was just starting to feel more anxious.

"No the question is, what are you doing here." Namjoon pointed out raising one of his eyebrows as if he was a detective suspecting me of a theft.

"Oh I just..." I took a gulp of my saliva. "Exploring." I finally answered. I might be a bad friend, but after that dream I had, I felt scared to share all of my feelings with him now. His charcoal deep black orbs were still fresh in my mind and how I was getting choked in the tub of nothing but blood.

"At 5:20?" He asked curiously. "I heard from Jimin, Tae and Kook that you were sick. You shouldn't be out like this." He kind of scolded me and crossed his arms.

So they did not tell him about my dream?

I felt really relieved after thinking that. Thank goodness.

"Ahh Joonie! Don't be such a buzz kill!" I whined a little making the taller male dramatically roll his eyes at me.

"Fine fine. Let's go inside then, since you've come so far already." He said with a bit of humour in his voice earning a chuckle from me. How can Namjoon ever dream of hurting me? That was just a dream Y/n! Get your shit together! He calls me "Little Star" because he trusts me and loves me so much as a friend, why would he ever try to harm me??

"You never said why you came here." I said as the two of us took a stroll inside staring at the shabby and worn out grey walls coated with dirt.

"This house... Just brings back memories... Of our past." He said softly as his eyes carefully scanned the area.

"Past? So you knew about this house? Did you use to play here or something?" I asked following his gaze but nothing interesting seemed to land in my eyesight.

"Not just me. The other boys too. We know this house all too well." He finally said, tearing his eyes away from the empty emotionless walls to me and looked at me with a smile. "Its scary isn't it?" He asked clapping his hands together.

"Scary? Oh yes of course! Scarier than any other place I've ever been to... Its weird..." I said rubbing my arms as a cold chill ran down my spine.

"Hmmm," Namjoon hummed as if agreeing to what I just said. "Same. Even we were shit scared of this house." He said as he looked around, his eyes finally stopping on the staircase. "Let's go upstairs then? You wanted to explore right?" He said a little teasingly making me purse my lips.

As we started walking up the stairs in silence, a question kept lingering at the back of my mind. Should I ask him if this was like a hospital or not?

As if he just read my mind, he spoke up. "This house was used as a psych ward and hospital to perform illegal operations and experiments on the innocent."

What he said, caught me a little off guard as I kept staring at his face. "That's inhuman..." I trail off furrowing my eyebrows. Pain clouded my chest the more I thought of it. As if I was feeling on behalf of those innocent.

"I know. They were tortured and treated worse than lab rats." He had a bit of angry edge to his tone now as he clenched his jaws tight. "They were driven mad, made into empty vessels yearning for an escape only to die like they never even existed... All they wished for was to be free. To see the light and breathe fresh air but no..." He stopped midway. His voice grew shakier and he suddenly started taking heavy breaths like he himself was suffocating here.

"Um... Joonie... I think we should leave—" I suggested but he cut me off by vigorously shaking his head. "No no! Its okay! Hey come in here, check this out." He said leading me inside one of the rooms hurriedly dragging me by my arm.

Nothing. Just the same old rusted metal chains, a bed with dried blood, broken glasses at the corner of the floor and a large empty dusty jug. "I don't like it in here..." I mutter feeling really sad by looking at my surroundings. I should've never come here.

He was about to say something when I noticed something. How is there glass in here when there are no traces of glass anywhere around?

Wordlessly, I walk over it to touch that large piece of brittle glass. The imagery of Jimin choking in the glass tub filled with water flashed in my mind as soon as my fingers brushed over it casing me to take a sharp gasp and fall back.

"Y/n! Y/n what happened?" Namjoon quickly rushed over me and crouched down beside me with a worrying gaze.

"J-Jimin..." Was all I could manage to speak out. When he wiped off the wet substance of my cheeks is when I realise that I had started crying.

"Shhh, its okay." He hushed me as he pulled me into a warm hug, rubbing my back. "Let's get you home." He said with a sigh and helped me stand up, as his arm remained wrapped around my shivering body. I was suddenly starting to feel sick again.

What's happening to me...?

A/N

I think I will reveal one of the mysteries in the next chapter.

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