Jungkook's P.O.V.

I tried to leave the place quickly and pretend that I didn't see them. It's better to ignore them since I don't even know who they were and I just appeared in front of them out of nowhere. I must look like a lunatic, right now. Oh God! Why did I just do that?

I have been worried about Jimin, a lot. And Taehyung and Hoseok have on my mind a lot, too, recently. That's why I just see their faces wherever I look. Me and my over thinking. Now look where it got me?

I'm seeing things, now. I mean it's not possible for them to be who I thought they were. There's no way. They were not Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung.

They couldn't be. It's impossible.

Why? Because 1) the sound on the call I heard- no, I imagined, was of a sobbing Jimin, so he couldn't shift from suicidal, crying baby to a laughing mochi in a short moment. And let's not forget, he must have had puffy red eyes and swollen lips, even if he did stop crying. 2) Taehyung and Hoseok weren't with Jimin, it was Yoongi hyung who took Jimin with him. And 3) Jimin would never, NEVER, play a trick like that on me.

I don't know why my mind thinks that I was tricked but I trust my heart in this matter more. And my heart says that there's no way that it was a trick. Absolutely none. Even though I don't say things that make me appear weak, I know that Jimin knows me all too well to do such a gruesome thing to me. So that's a no-no.

Therefore, I'm 100% sure that I imagined this crazy scenario. After all, hyung just told me not too long ago that Jimin and Yoongi were together and happy. I just walked in on some random people and thought that they were my friends. And now I have to get the hell out of here before I embarrass myself even more.

One of them hugged me all of a sudden but I didn't move at all. I remain stiff. I had to act like I didn't see them at all. He pulls back and I see my chance to move out of his embrace which I did so, oh so swiftly.

I turn around and start walking away like I didn't see anything, trying to move away from the scene smoothly. But then another guy came up to me.

Did I just walk in at the wrong moment or what? Why were these guys so afraid all of a sudden? Oh, I don't care. I just want to go home and forget this ever happened.

This guy, now, is constantly saying something to me. I don't listen to his rambling because he isn't important to me, right now. Yes, rude, I know. But I don't exactly feel like having someone rub in my face what kind of an idiotic thing I just did. Nor do I want to hear someone threatening me to keep my mouth shut about whatever I heard. And that too, in the middle of the night. No, Thank you!

He is still walking with me? Damn, boy. Won't you give up, already? I'm not even listening to you. Have some self respect.

He attempts to hold me still by grabbing my arm but I shove his hand roughly away from me. Who does he think he is, stopping unknown people like that? I didn't hear any of their secret talk if that's what he is worried about. Even if I did, I wouldn't care. It's none of my business, after all. So he should just leave me alone, too.

I keep walking after getting him away from me, impassively. Thankfully someone stopped him before he could stop me again, so I take my chance and walk away, faster.

I take the different and longer way to my house trying to avoid anyone following me, if there was any. Luckily, no one was in sight every time I glanced back. I quickly went to my room and was about to turn on the lights when I realized that mom was asleep with the TV still on, since I could hear it all the way over here.

I thought I should turn it off and then come back. So I move out of my room and slowly open the door to hers. She was sleeping peacefully. Thank God I didn't wake her up when I entered the house or else I would have had to lie again as to why I'm early. After turning the TV off, I pull the sheets over her to cover her properly and turn off the lights on my way out.

I barely made it to my room when I heard the door bell ring. Who could it be this late?

The first faces that popped up in my head were of Taehyung and Hoseok. See? I'm thinking about them again.

I shake my head and sneak up to my window to peek out to see who it was. And sure enough, Taehyung was there. Hoseok must be on his way too. God! These guys just never sleep, do they?

Before he could ring the bell again, I quickly move out and disconnect the wire of the bell. My mom was asleep and I don't want her to be disturbed because someone is a night owl.

I decide that I'm just going to ignore him and he'll, hopefully, get the hint that we are asleep and would leave. I hadn't turned on the lights in my room yet, so I guess it will make it easier for him to believe that no one's going to open the door tonight.

I get under the covers of my bed and pull them over my head. My phone needs to be put on silent mode, tonight. I can't afford any more disruptions. My sleep is important for my good performance in school. I was just about to close my eyes when I heard a soft knock on my door. I thought I just misheard it so I ignore the sound and turn to my side. When I hear it again my eyes open wide with fear.

There's a killer in the house! What? No!

*knock knock*

Hell yes, there is. Who do you know that knocks like that, Jungkook? No one. Mom's asleep. Taehyung doesn't have the key. Who else could it be, you moron? I convince my inner self and get him frightened, too.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! What do I do? I can't think straight when I'm panicking. My body just went limp. Wait! If the killer is on my door, does that mean he killed Taehyung? And my.. mother? No, no, no. That can't be happening. I'm just imagining things.

*knock knock*

I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming my lungs out. I'm definitely not imagining it this time. This time, it's real. Fear runs through me and the hair on my body rise. I hold my breath and try to stay still. My eyes are fixed on the door which can open up any moment, now.

"Someone help me." A weak cry escapes from my mouth as I wipe my eyes to stop the small tears that are beginning to form.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. The mantra keeps repeating in my head as my eyes shut tight on the fourth knock.

I have seen enough movies to know what type of killers knock softly. The twisted ones. They make you come out by acting like they are one of your house members or use your friends and when you open the door. BAM! They plunge the machete into you and blood splatters all over as you slowly and painfully meet your death. Your eyes never leave the wicked grin on the face of your killer who, you know, will be eating your corpse soon.

Another shiver roams through my body at the image I see in my head. I mentally punch my mind for being so cruel to me at a time like this. I was still thinking about how much it would hurt when I'm ripped open by a blade in only a couple of minutes, when I hear someone say.

"Jungkookie. Please open the door."

The familiar voice of Taehyung. I can recognize it but he sounds so sad and concerned. I don't think twice before I quickly jump out of my bed and swing the door open, trying to ignore the calls in my head saying that 'Taehyung was a bait.'

I frantically look around to see any signs of another person but I find none. Then I turn my attention to Taehyung who is standing in front of me, now looking confused. I quickly scan him twisting and turning him from side to side to see if there are any cuts, blood marks or even bomb on him. I lift his sleeves up to check his arms and then I lift up his shirt to see if there's anything on his stomach. When I find nothing, I finally sigh in relief and let go of him.

Taehyung seems frozen in his spot, by now. I take a deep breath and search for words to explain my behaviour. But before I could speak up I drop down right there leaning against the door frame of my room as I burst out laughing.

I can't believe I just thought up all that.
Killer?
Machete?
Corpse?
Cannibalism?
Cuts and Blood?
Bomb?

I can't stop laughing and my eyes tear up. Taehyung is totally lost at my sight and he should be. I mean, anyone would be. I, myself, am. What the hell is filled up in my head, exactly? And why is it only the fucked up stuff? What is wrong with me?
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