JUST A NUDE by Savaginity
31 ;; Do not pass out

November 18th, 2018

Jimin wanted to check the room 18. He wanted to know what was happening inside.

So with shaky hands, he opened the door and pushed it open.

Only to gasp and fall behind.

Because right in front of him was Jeon Jungkook, all lifeless on his bed.

His neck was slit, thicker than Namjoon's while blood stained his bed sheets.

His phone was glitching by his side. His hand, with bloody fingertips dangled down his bed as a blue ink pen sat on the floor. On his bed was his personal diary with today's page, 18th November. He had written something on the paper but it had few drops of blood here and there.

Jimin could feel his heart beat maddening. He stared at Jungkook's corpse before staggering toward it.

He pulled his sweater paws and used it as a glove to avoid fingerprints while his shaking fingers moved across Jungkook's glitching phone screen.

And there it was.

Jimin's nude sent to him with the word 'seen' below it.

Jimin slapped his hands against his mouth and turned his head to stare at Jungkook.

He was dead. And Jimin's nude was there.

He wanted to get out of there. Or he'd pass out.

He quickly got Jungkook's diary and snuck it under his sweater. This was all too much. He couldn't stand there. He wanted to delete that picture before he went but he couldn't even breathe in that same room as Jungkook. He immediately ran out the room only to freeze and turn around.

His breath hitched when he saw the door slam shut and the number 18 change into 09. But this time, it was different. The numbers glitched. And the next moment, the number plate shattered. That had never happened before though.

What did that mean? Who exactly was Jeon Jungkook and what was happening?