Occult | JJK 🔞

11| Moon Vision

Time seemed to stretch and expand indefinitely as the man slowly advanced in the wagon, his knife glistening in the moonlight, a unique source of brightness in the thick darkness surrounding them. His expression was ferocious, teeth out and eyes burning with anger as he made his way at a snail's pace in front of the bathroom door.

Inside, Khepri and Jungkook were frozen in silent horror.

What if the man turned sideways, what if he saw them through the crack of the door? In this small enclosed space, they were exposed and vulnerable. Capturing them would be easy, and yes, Khepri was invincible, but Jungkook certainly wasn't.

For the moment, the boy was holding Khepri tightly, one hand on her mouth while the other was enclosing her arms, wrapping her against him with so much strength she couldn't move an inch. The girl could feel the erratic beats of his heart against her back, like the organ was trying to jump out of his chest.

The hunter suddenly stopped his slow progression, right in front of the bathroom door like he was sensing their presence nearby. He put his fist up, as a signal for the other men behind him to do the same and they all just stood in silence, peering into the darkness of the wagon.

In the bathroom, Khepri could feel cold sweat run down her back. Her right arm, holding most of the sword's weight, was getting tired. She gritted her teeth, trying to stay as immobile and silent as possible. However, the metal was immensely heavy, and her arm was starting to shake from exhaustion.

Sensing her struggle, Jungkook imperceptibly moved, letting her free from his grip around her body. He enveloped her hand with his, taking most of the sword's weight. Khepri's body relaxed as she let him support her arm with his, holding her in place. She gripped the pommel tightly, her sweaty palms slipping imperceptibly against hot metal.

The boy smelled like expensive after-shave, laundry detergent, and blood; a weirdly attractive combination. His hand seemed huge around hers, white and pale fingers enveloping her entire fist. He felt like stone in her back, body so tense and motionless that if it wasn't for the erratic beats of his heart and how warm he was, she would have thought he was dead.

"Do you see something?" someone on the other side of the door whispered.

"No, do you?"

"There is no one in here."

"Why did he stop?"

"Shut up!" whispered loudly the one in front of the line, putting his fist down with a furious expression, "She's close, I know she is! I can feel it."

She? Are they talking about me? Khepri wondered. Weren't they supposed to be after Jungkook?

Bit by bit, on the other side of the door the man resumed his walk and the others followed behind in single file. The girl watched through the slit of the bathroom door, counting the men passing by. She stopped after ten, realizing she had underestimated the number of hunters that stayed in Pyeongju. All of them were armed with knives, pistols on their waists, and garnet stones on necklaces around their necks. They were undoubtedly witch hunters, creepy ones at that, and the girl couldn't wait to get as far from them as possible.

She heard the door of the next wagon open, then close, and it was complete silence for a few seconds until both Jungkook and Khepri relaxed in one heavy breath they had been holding.

"That was close," whispered the boy, finally freeing her mouth from his hand.

He also dropped her hand, which the girl was not ready for at all for. She let go of the sword, which would have fallen to the ground if Jungkook hadn't caught it. He let out a muffled hiss when his hand caught the pommel, the skin of his palm immediately burning up like he had put his hand on top of a hot stove.