➰The doubts➰

Taehyung couldn't sleep that night. Jungkook was already sound asleep beside him and he didn't want to bother his rest. What the person told him... was it true? It's hard to think about it and he didn't want to, but it was harder not to. The phone call he received earlier was immensely impossible that's why he doesn't want to believe it.

But that person couldn't have lied to him... it was hard to believe that he could lie like that. Because the person who called was Park Jimin.

"Hello?"

"T-Tae... please save me. P-Please she's coming for me, s-she's coming!"

Taehyung frowned as soon as he heard the voice speak. It kinda sounded like his friend but that's impossible, he's right inside the dorm. "What the? Who is this? This isn't a funny time to give us prank calls. Whoever you are please stop this. Goodb—"

"Kim Taehyung this is me! Park Jimin! Listen to me! I'm trapped inside a house and I can't get out! The girl is coming for all of us! Help me!" The person from the other line pleaded in a frightful manner, almost sounding like he was sobbing too.

"Don't be ridiculous." Taehyung scoffed and shakes his head, although deep inside he was already having doubts. "Jimin is inside, eating ice cream with Yoongi hyung."

"It isn't me! Whatever that thing is, it's not me! I'm the real Park Jimin and I can't get out! She trapped me here. P-Please... I-I miss Yoongi, I miss all of you! Don't let her get to you like what she did to me!"

"Do you expect me to believe all this shit? What you're saying is completely nuts, go make fun of someone else."

"Tae I don't know how to persuade you for much longer but we don't have much time left! When she gets stronger, she'll haunt you one by one and we'll all share the same fate here. I'm worried about Yoongi hyung, don't let him sl—"

"Hello? Ugh!" Taehyung ruffled his locks when the call was cut in the middle of his sentence. "What does this mean? Is it really true? But if he was the real Jimin, who's eating ice cream inside with Yoongi?"

She... 'when she gets stronger, she'll haunt you one by one and we'll all have the same fate here'. She? Could it possibly be the girl Jimin was talking about when he was having nightmares? Does this have something to do with the box we found the day before? He still couldn't get the puzzles fixed together, something was definitely missing. Proof.

➰➰➰

Seokjin was staring at the ceiling, fully awake in midnight. No, it wasn't Namjoon's loud snoring's fault this time, although he wished it was. The things bothering his head keeps on getting worse day by day. There were so many unanswered questions flying in his mind, even if he didn't want to think about them either way.

He decided to go down to drink some milk before going back to bed. This was an insane idea, he was terrified of going out in broad midnight like in horror movies do. But there was no turning back now, he was already outside the room. He sighed and slipped his freezing hands inside the pocket of his sweater and marched towards the stairs.

He stopped on his tracks when he saw petal flowers scattered all over the stairs descending down to the ground floor. Why would there be flowers messing around their house at this hour and who's fault was this? He remembered clearly how spotless the place was, his back was aching sore from cleaning all day. He bent his back to pick one up and examined it closely. Lilies...?

"Hindi ka pinakain nung mukhang kabayong yun? Tsk, nakakaawa ka naman. Tinapon ka pa."

Seokjin's breath hitched when he heard faint mutterings from their living room. Was his friends still awake this late at night? He quietly ambled down the stairs while following the flower petals pathway with small creaks of the wood here and there. He leaned his back on the wall and peeked his head out, shocked to see Jimin sitting on the floor in front of the lit fireplace.

"Oh tsokolate, paborito mo. Kumain ka na kung ayaw mong sunugin kita dito." He scoffed and stitched up a few loose patches of the doll that Hoseok threw out the day before.

Who is he talking to...? And why was he speaking so strange? He couldn't actually hear what he was saying considering their distance and the younger's muffled voice, but what he was sure of was he was definitely talking to somebody. Jin continued to watch Jimin talk to the doll or more so to himself, wondering why he was creeped out. But this was still Jimin and he's older than him so he should be looking after the boy.

As he was about to draw nearer to him, he saw the doll suddenly turn its head to his direction making him yelp in surprise. He quickly hid himself in the wall, his heart thumping in a crazy rate and both hands thrown up to cover his mouth and to lessen the sound of his breathing. Why did the doll move by itself?! He'd kill to find somebody not to react the same way he did. The fricking doll looked. At. Him!

"Meron pala tayong kasama."

Oh shit. Did he hear him? What a silly question! In this quiet house in the middle of the night, of course he would hear a sound like that! Seokjin started to shake in fear when he heard light footsteps walking towards his direction. He was mentally praying to whoever god was listening at that moment to save his skin. He was literally terrified of Jimin of all people.

Soon later the footsteps halted that either made him very anxious or relieved. He slowly peeked at the edge of the wall again to see if the younger left to a different location. Sure enough Jimin wasn't sitting where he was earlier and was not in sight. He didn't know if he should react to it positively but he'll take this as a chance to escape anyway.

When he turned to his heel, he saw Jimin standing behind him with a fake smile plastered on his face, a hint of deadly glare shooting out of his eyes. "Ahh!" Jin shouted and jumped backwards on reflex, stumbling down a small desk near him. His heart was beating inhumanly fast at this rate. "J-Jimin! What a s-surprise! You nearly scared me to death! See, haha, it's not like I've been here accidentally seeing you talk to yourself."

"To death huh?" Jimin chuckled slightly but not in the least bit amused, hugging the doll against his chest. Seokjin gulped at the sight of it, he felt like he was being watched by those big buttoned eyes. "What are you doing down here Jin? Why are you still awake?"

"I should be asking you the same thing Jimin. Why are you here?" Somehow he found the courage to confront the lad yet fiercely shaking inside.

"Oh you know... just stuffs. But do you know what those people's fate are when they meddle with something they shouldn't?" Jimin took a step forward as Jin took a step back. Jimin's voice mysteriously went to a higher pitch that of a kid's. Was all of his suspicion true? If it wasn't then he shouldn't be afraid like this.

"Uh... they get to run back to their room and pretend this never happened?" He tried joking it out, although saying it out loud now made him realize how stupid he sounded. Well it was still definitely worth the try.

"No, they—"

"Jin hyung, Jimin? What are you both doing here? It's already pass midnight." Seokjin never felt any happier to see his savior, Hoseok, who was on his pajamas, scratching his eye and yawning while moving closer to them.

"We just finished having a good chat, we couldn't sleep earlier. Now we're heading back to bed, right Jinnie?" Jimin smiled innocently, his voice back to normal and blinked his lashes multiple times.

Seokjin stared at how his personality escalated and just nodded his head forcefully in shock. "Yeah..."

"I'm going off to bed! Nighty-night!" The blonde giggled and happily skipped upstairs, walking pass Hoseok who was utterly confused about the two.

"What happened Jin hyung?" Hoseok pointed at his back pertaining to the younger male and stared at the older for explanation.

"Screwed, Hoseok. We're all fucking screwed."

A/n:

I don't know if you've caught on yet but these scenes are actually based on their 'I need u' mvs and so on. This is really not-so-spooky but that wasn't my actual goal when I made this, it was just a test experiment for me if I could manage to make other genres but I really am proud of this particular book.