Teddy where are you? (tk) ✔

Resistance

A long yawn escaped jungkook's mouth, his first movement ever since he slept like a rock, stretching his hands and body laying on his bed, kicking his blanket away, slowly processing his surroundings.

He gets up slowly with sleep still present in his eyes to look at his wall clock, more like stare until his blurred vision could make out the time showing on it, narrowing his doe gaze

1:45 pm

"oh it's afternoon " he licks his chapped lips, pulling his messed up wrinkled shirt down his hips with a pout

"my classes ,oh lord I missed more than half of my classes " his eyes opens wide, sleep vanished in a jiffy and he runs toward his bathroom to clean himself up

Brushing while lathering his body , combing while wearing his shoes  , he didn't bother breakfast afterall cafeteria is a thing.

Honestly he can miss his class and rest but he wants to be away from the uninvited guest in his home plus maybe he may find jimin.

He opens the door unbothered by unusual silence in his apartment and lack of rustle and busy streets of outside.

His bag drop down his shoulder with a thud on the doormat, rubbing his eyes with his fist looking outside.

It's a dream , yeah it's a freaking hilarious dream because there's no way the sky is gloomy red as if toxic smoke and pollution have chocked the clouds to death , the same street where kids played happily and cars rustled is now accompanied by people who have Fury or frown plastered on their unfamiliar faces ,
He gasps seeing Two teenagers fighting for life with each other, blood splattering on grey road and no one bothers to stop them  just passing by as if it's no big deal.
Few drunkards are enjoying the fight unfolding with an ugly smirk on their faces while there's no sound of birds or animals, the plants are green but their branches are twisted in such agony that they'll scare you even in daylight.

He steps back instinctively, picking his dropped bag with eyes never leaving his surroundings, he steps inside not before locking the door and checking it multiple times for safety.

He pinch himself once, twice, thrice but no, he isn't waking up

"what the hell's happening "
He mumbles sliding down the door with his head buried in his sweaty palms groaning in frustration.

" it's hell , that's happening "

The same deep voice reached him which he hates to his core, he looks up with sharp gaze filled with hatred at the demon walking from another room to his direction until he's a meter away from him.

"what have you done this time "

He whispers in dead silent apartment, he's scared if he don't whisper ,his voice would echo in his home or is it his home?

" you're home... My home "

The demon looks straight at him without flattering any emotion or remorse while jungkook's eyes got lost fixed at him , thinking that if he stared at him long enough then he'll say it's not true, that's it's a dirty prank , that's it all a dream.

But no, he didn't say anything further

"you fucker" Jungkook got up with boiling blood running through his veins popping in his arms and neck , charging toward the demon who is standing still in his place.
He didn't flinch when Jungkook iced his jaw with his strongest punch making him stumble back a step.

While Jungkook recoiled from his attack to make another one, strong restriction grabbed his both hands and pinned him down on the carpet, his hands burning with the tight hold on his wrists by the demon's tail, kicking and shaking his body, throwing curses to the point he slumped still in exhaustion.