➰The reveal➰

Yoongi was playing with Jimin inside their room like Seokjin instructed, he was confused why he would ask a favor like that but nonetheless he still obliged since he wanted some time alone with the boy as well. The weird thing was Jin also said not to let Jimin out until he says so, which was pretty suspicious if you ask him.

It was nightfall and this was the only time Jin could spare in his hands. He called the others to gather up in his shared room with Namjoon after they finished their routines for the night. They all knew that this was a serious matter if he called everyone for a 'meeting', well minus the two at the other room.

Seokjin was standing in front of his friends who was confusedly sitting on Namjoon's bed waiting for him to speak. He was biting his nails and pacing back and forth for a whole ten minutes, the others didn't like to think that he was wasting their time but yeah, he was actually.

"Hyung, what are you gonna tell us? Now's the right time to speak you know?" Hoseok finally took the shot to ask him.

"It's more like a favor, actually." Jin stopped from pacing and faced his friends with a subtle anxious look. "I need you all to lose some contact or better yet stay away from Jimin as much as you can."

"What for? Shouldn't we be doing the opposite since he needs our attention and care until he feels better?" Jungkook furrowed his eye brows, not getting where the older was going to.

"It's... complicated. Just do what I say, it's all for your own good. We need to be careful until I know exactly what's happening and if I'm 101% sure of this phenomenon."

"Jin hyung, do you know something that we don't? Are you hiding something from us?" Taehyung flashed him a skeptic stare to which he nervously sweat to.

"N-No! But even if I did, I would tell you because I'm just trying to protect you. I can't tell you anything because I'm also as confused as you. If this is what I've feared then it's best you guys are out of it. Okay no more questions? Good, go to bed, now." He instructed and watched the younger ones stand up from the mattress with puzzled faces and went back to their rooms. Except for Namjoon who patted the space beside him signaling Seokjin to sit beside him.

"What's really going on Jin? Tell me,"

Jin sighed heavily and looked at the younger with anxiety. "I meant what I said Joon, it's best if you're out of it. Which includes you, no exceptions. I don't want you to be involved with this either."

"Jin, look, I'm your boyfriend. You can tell me anything. Whatever it is you're going through, you can't expect to do it all by yourself. You have me, so tell me everything, I'll be like your personal journal. If you think it'd be best for the others not to know, I'll keep my mouth shut, I promise." Namjoon showed him his infamous dimples as his lips curved into a thin smile.

"Thanks Joon." Seokjin felt a little better after hearing his boyfriend's phrase. He has been thinking so much since last night and this was the first time he found comfort and relief since.

Namjoon opened his arms wide waiting for the older to come in for the embrace which he gladly took not a second later. "Now, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked as soon as they parted and Jin took the seat next to him.

"It's about Jimin..."

"Jimin? What about him?"

"Don't you feel like Jimin has been kinda... off lately? Like off I mean, he's not himself and like he's a different person." Jin hesitantly told the younger.

"He did kinda change a bit, but I've never thought it was that weird." Namjoon replied.

"Namjoon, he's muttering to no one but himself, the constant changes of the tone of his voice, the language! Do you know that he even speaks a different language?"

"What language is that?"

"I don't know but it's freaky! He was speaking so fluently as if he was born in that native! Do you not find that weird?" Jin kept his tone down but still in a panicky voice. "Last night, I went downstairs to get myself a milk because I couldn't sleep, and then I saw Jimin talking alone in the living room speaking that— god forsaken language!"

"It is weird that he never told us about that little detail. Can you remember some words he was saying? Let's find out what it is."

"I couldn't hear most of what he saying but there was something like 'Tso-ko-la-te'? Or something, it kinda sounded the same as chocolate so I remembered that one clearly."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "I have a strange feeling of familiarity. Where could I have heard this before? Ugh! It's at the tip of my brain! Is it Spanish...?"

"Let's search it on the web."

Namjoon nodded his head and reached out for his laptop on the night stand beside his bed, the camera sitting pretty beside it caught his attention. "Hyung, your camera will fall off if you placed it carelessly like that."

"Oh right, sorry." Jin chuckled slightly and took the instax, a photo tucked inside it still not pulled out. "It's the photo that I took that day."

When he completely saw the photo, his eyes widened in horror and dropped the camera with his trembling hands. He shivered as a cold brush of the wind hit his skin. Namjoon heard the noise and curiously looked at his boyfriend who acted overly frightened. He peeked at the photo he was holding and couldn't help but to step back, "I-Is that real...?"

"So it really was her... I was right all along."

"Hyung what do you mean? T-That thing is really living with us?!"

"Yes, she's been living in Jimin's body!" Seokjin gasped and terror filled his face more than before. "Oh shit! Yoongi!"

Yoongi woke up from his slumber after hearing some type of noise ringing inside their room. After playing with Jimin for a few minutes, they worn themselves out and slept the day. The others were probably sleeping as well since it already was an hour before midnight.

He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself off of bed to check what was causing that sound. It wasn't horrid or loud, it was like soft piano echoing lightly. Though he thought it was kinda scary. But that noise needs to leave because he didn't want Jimin to wake up from it. The song was being played by a small music box lying on top of Jimin's bed. Weird. He didn't see this awhile ago.

He recognized the tune as a nursery rhyme that children sing. The music box was shaped like a tiny piano with a ballerina dancing in circles at the middle of it. When the song was ending, he crouched down with his eye brows furrowed and closed the lid of it to shut it up finally.

He sighed and and turned to his heel, shouting slightly when he saw a figure standing behind him. The dark room shadowing mostly his entire body. His heart jumped along with him. He threw a hand to his chest and breathed heavily. "Jiminie, go back to sleep. You must've been woken by that dang creepy music box you own." He took a step closer to him. "Let's go back to bed."

Jimin didn't reply.

As Yoongi was about to touch him, the music box played again making him yelp in surprise. What the fuck? He just closed the damn thing! He reached out to close it back because the tune was creeping him out when he heard Jimin mutter almost inaudible. "Mamatay kayo..."

"What? What did you say?"

"Mamamatay kayo,"

"Jimin, you're not making any sense."

"Mamamatay kayo! Mamamatay kayong lahat! At isusunod kita sa pinakamamahal mong si Jimin."

Then Jimin's hands was suddenly wrapped around his throat with so much pressure, choking him violently. Yoongi's eyes went wide and tried taking his grip off but he was unbelievably strong. Jimin laughed in a childish manner, "Maglaro tayo... Laro ng kamatayan."

"J-Jimin! W-what are you doing?!"

"Mamamatay kayo! Isa-isa kayong pupunta sa impyerno!"

"S-stop it! I c-can't breathe!"

Yoongi wriggled his way out, his feet already off the ground and his veins popping out. It was harder to breath by the second. He glanced at the boy's eyes and they were bloodshot red, the smile he had was sinister. He almost didn't recognize him at this point. "Ikaw ang taya! Ako pa rin ang panalo, magkita na lang tayo sa impyerno Yoon-gi."

"J-Jimin! Snap out of it!"

Jimin giggled and even waved to him with his other hand. "Paalam!"

As if on cue, the door of the room flung open and there stood all of their friends who were trying to get in earlier since the fiasco started. The door didn't budge for quite sometime like someone was holding it securely and now it just magically opened. Yoongi got his feet back on the floor, choking roughly watching Jimin dropping to the ground lifelessly

Hoseok and Jin went to Jimin, checking if his state was okay. The rest went to Yoongi, patting his back and asking to theirselves what the hell just happened. They bombarded him with a lot of questions to which he didn't know the answers to. "To be honest, I don't know what the fuck is going on either." Coughing here and there momentarily.

Seokjin stood up and faced his terrified friends. "Jimin is not who you think he is... The person who's been recently living with us is Janice Zamora, the girl in the photo."

A/n:

Just watched 'The nun' and probably most of you (excluding me cuz im a wimp for these) found the move boring but I WAS FRICKING TERRIFIED! I'm legitimately even scared to read my own book and it's not even that scary. Nonetheless, I'm glad that some of you actually enjoy this crap shit, Thank you! @BTSForever156 👁‍🗨 This chap is for youu~~