⛈Silent Night⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: Death, creepiness, yeah.
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The rest of the day consisted of you holding Jungkook so he can sleep. He didn't want you to leave so here you were, holding his head to your chest. Both of you were on your sides facing each other with your hands playing with his hair.
You weren't scared of him anymore. Yet, you wouldn't let your guard down because you knew there might be another threat somewhere.
The thunder still roared outside viciously, but Jungkook didn't mind it. He was in a deep sleep and it seemed like nothing could bother him. His surprisingly soft hair smelled like baby shampoo, too. So no, nothing could bother you, either.
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"We're running out of time," Desiree announced. The crowd of Freaks all assembled in the living room, and they locked the door in Jungkook's room to make sure you won't get out.
"I say we have a perfect amount of time." Henry countered, "My son is growing up, just as he should."
"We have eleven more months and that's it." Desiree told him, "Two months for Jungkook to conceive a child."
"Jungkook can't have a baby when he's a baby himself!" Jyoti proclaimed. The Freaks all started to mumbled in agreement at her statement.
"Isn't he twenty already?" someone shouted.
"He has the mind of a child!" another corrected.
"Listen, listen!" Desiree managed to calm down her audience. "We have been discussing this ever since he was born! We are dead! All of us! The only way to remove this Child's Curse is by him having a child before time runs out and we're stuck here forever!"
"Wait," a boy said in the crowd. Hoseok was raising his hand as if he were in a classroom. "Does Jungkook know about this?"
"No," Desiree answered truthfully, "We were going to talk to him about it last week once he brought the girl over."
"More like stole her," Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't you guys think for a second that maybe there is someone out there looking for her?" he questioned.
"We made sure no one wants to find her." said Desiree. "I'm sure Jungkook would be smart enough to choose a girl that has no connections."
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"I have to find her!" Krystal cried, looking down at her picture of you and her together.
Kai was sitting next to her, gloomfully
watching his fiancée in the passenger seat cry her heart out because you were gone. She didn't know where you were and she knew it wasn't good.
"We'll find her, baby." Kai took her hand in his and kissed the top as he drove down the street. "We just need to think positive."
"I can't," Krystal shook her head, "Did you not see the security cameras? That bastard took her, whoever he is!" her anger was then quickly replaced with sorrow. She looked back at the picture. "This is all my fault."
"No, you can't—"
"It is! It's all my fault! If I hadn't been so busy with my own life, maybe I would've been there to save her. I told her I couldn't make it that day—"
"Your father is dying, Krystal. You had to visit him at some point. That's why you left her. There are just some things in the world we can't help. You didn't mean for all of this to happen and I know she understands that."
"If she's still alive," Krystal started to sob again.
"She's alive," Kai assured, "If there's anything I know about (Y/N), it's that she's a fighter. I have the bruise from when we wrestled last week to prove it." Krystal choked a small laugh and Kai felt proud that he could make smile again even through the worst times.
Love can do that to someone.
The couple parked in the driveway of a very nice neighborhood. Krystal was the first to get out and race to the front door, her soon-to-be chased after her to make sure she didn't someone crazy.
"Is anyone home? Hello?" she kept knocking on the wooden door, frantically asking questions.
"Krystal, please calm down you're scaring me." Kai held on to her shoulders.
She sighed and closed her eyes, ready to respond before the doorknob jiggled and the door opened, revealing a green-eyed girl staring back at them in confusion.
"Can I help you?" she asked confused.
"Is this where (Y/N) used to live? I'm Jung Krystal." she said tearfully.
The girls face switched from confusion to realization,
"You must be her roommate. I'm Hyuna, her stepsister." she responded.
"I know, she's told me about you."
"Oh, well, I'm sure they were terrible things." Hyuna opened the door more and let them inside. The couple muttered a small thanks before entering and sitting down on the couch.
"Her mom... went haywire after (Y/N) went missing." Hyuna began, sitting down across from them. "She ran to the police station and demanded to know where the hell she was. Threatened to sue if they didn't find her in time."
"Do you have any idea where she could be?"
Hyuna shook her head,
"Her and I weren't close. But do you know who took her?"
It was Krystal's turn to shake her head,
"No, the person who took her isn't known around here. They have no idea where they went."
"We just want answers." Kai grabbed hold of Krystal's shoulder. "We want her back."
"I understand," Hyuna nodded.
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By the time the storm stopped and only a light drizzle was left from the sky, Jungkook was carefully tucked into bed to sleep. You tip toed out of the room only to find it locked.
You could've sworn you didn't lock and you had Jungkook in your embrace the whole time so he couldn't have, either. Walking back to him, you wanted to wake him up and ask him what's going on.
Click.
Your head turned around back to the door. Your hand went up to the knob and you slowly turned it again, and it opened.
That was odd.
You figured the door must've gotten stuck, therefore, it didn't open the first time. So you proceeded down the hall and to your room.
Your room was absolutely boring.
There was no TV, no technology— wait, what about that one room you found earlier? That had a computer. It was old, but it was something!
You arrived at the said room and closed the door behind you. It was a bit weird entering a room that you clearly shouldn't be in, but you were bored. And it's not your fault you're in this damn house.
You sat down at the desk and stared at the fossil of a computer. The only problem was you didn't know how to work it. Your fingers swiped at the screen and the keyboard to remove the dust built up.
Gently pushing the power button on the monitor and the case. You almost jumped when the screen turned a dark blue and words started to appear before you could hear a low hum.
The Microsoft™ logo appeared and then you put your hand on the mouse. You felt glad that there was finally something to keep you busy from now on. The screen was small, but you managed to move around.
Of course, there was no Wi-Fi nor Internet so you went to the Paint section and started to draw. You made little doodles on the screen, not caring what you were drawing. You sort of just zoned out, thinking of all the previous events that have happened these pasts days.
They sure have been crazy.
Suddenly, a new page popped up on your screen. It was the Notepad. You probably just clicked the wrong button.
Innocent.
You jumped back in your seat. Fear coursed through your body like a heroin rush. Did the thing just type by itself? You licked your lips and turned your head to look around the room. No one was there.
What is this?
You typed back. There was a small pause before it typed again.
Innocent.
Who are you?
The mouse out of nowhere moved on its own to the drawing you made. Your heart stopped. Your eyes widened.
Did you... draw the Clown?
You shot up out of your seat and raced out of the door at full speed. You ran down the halls towards your room.
"No, please! I'm sorry!" you heard Jungkook shout from his room.
"Jungkook!" you called for him. You ran to his room and opened the door where you see him on his bed shaking like a dog with fear, twisting in the sheets and screaming, "Stop! I don't want to! Stop touching me!"
He was having a nightmare.
"Kookie, wake up!" you started to shake him to awaken him. His body was glistening with cold sweat and his face contorted into pain.
"It hurts! I don't like it, I don't like it!"
"Jungkook!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. Without thinking, you got on top of him and straddled his lap, pinning his hands down at his sides.
He was still moving a bit under you, but slowly stopped. His breathing also slowed down into small pants until his eyes fluttered open and looked at you with tears in his eyes.
He blinked,
"I'm cold," his voice cracked, ready to break down again.
You laid down next to him and link your body with his. Not asking any questions, you let him hug your waist and cry himself to sleep, with you not being able to do anything but to say that it's okay.
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Jungkook was many things, but he wasn't a killer. He was a total sweetheart and he always put you before him. He treated you like a princess, really.
For the next two weeks, you came to the conclusion that no one would find you for quite some time or never at all. The unexplained chaos happening in the house stopped and you finally felt at peace.
It was still quiet in the house. Jungkook said he would be the one to go out to the city whenever you ran out of food and he would buy you whatever you ordered.
So here you were alone in the house, waiting for the black haired boy to get home with your favorite ice cream. He didn't want to leave you alone, thinking you would want to run away so he locked all the doors and windows that led to the outside.
It was a bit over dramatic, and you couldn't help but feel claustrophobic in this gigantic mansion so you started to wander around, getting lost in the halls, trying to familiarize yourself with the place.
You haven't told Jungkook anything about the house, but you wondered if he was even aware that weird things happen in his home. That nightmare he had also worried you more than it should have and you couldn't find out why.
By the time you reached the fourth floor, you really wished you would've asked Jungkook to bring you a pet. At this point, even a turtle would suffice.
Now you knew what Jungkook meant when he said he was lonely.
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December 24, 1997
Silent night,
The city of Seoul beamed with fairy lights and soft music all through the air. Everyone was in their respective homes for the holidays to be with their families and enjoy what was supposed to be a very joyful and peaceful night.
Then there was Jung Hoseok.
A skater boy known in underground areas for being one of the best breakdancers on the streets. He was a guy who didn't take shit from anyone, really. He liked to live his life away from home.
Away from the junkie mother and her unfaithful husband. Christmas was not an exception for their shenangins, either. Father would still come home late smelling of another woman but his wife would be too unconscious to care.
Hoseok had to get away from it all. He figured he could sneak some beers from his fridge to take somewhere quiet and face the consequences tomorrow once his dad found out. Hoseok knew he wouldn't care, though. Just putting on a show before going to "work" and pretend his son never even existed.
Holy night,
The streets of Seoul were quiet, to say the least. The average car would zoom past the boy riding on his board with a plastic bag in hand. He didn't know where to go at first, but then he remembered about this one place that was supposedly crawling with ghosts out on the far side of the city.
His friends went there once and swore never to go back again. They didn't say much, but they did warn Hoseok—who was serving detention at the time—to never even step foot there.
But right now, Hoseok was bored and he wanted to go somewhere where he could be alone. Especially away from the cops on patrol.
So here he was two train rides later, standing in front of the enormous manor close to the rundown Carnival. Of course he wouldn't just enter the home normally like any other person would do. Nor would he find out if anyone took residence there.
He would break in.
He pushed the window to the living room open. It creaked against the wood, making his ears shrivel up at the sound. He jumped inside and turned on his flashlight that was in his back pocket.
The house was really well kept to be "abandoned" and there really was no scare factor that he could see. He's seen public toilets that looked scarier.
All is calm,
Everything was pretty quiet and he has yet to see a paranormal presence. The kitchen, the dining room, everything seemed normal. As if he were in any other normal house he's broken into before.
The giant chandelier in the living room was unsurprisingly littered with dust. He decided to explore more so he went up the stairs and to the halls. There were some paintings up on the walls that did have him asking why the hell anyone would hang stuff like that up.
He came upon a hallway with portraits on one side and windows on the other.
Once he got out of there, he felt some sort of relief overcome him as soon as he got to the next hallway.
Until he saw a certain light come from the edges of a door.
All is bright,
Someone lives here? He didn't see any lights from the outside. Maybe what his friends saw was a person. Of course he didn't want to intrude, especially since he could hear a baby crying inside.
As soon as he turned his back, he heard a small click and the sound of a door creaking open painfully slow. He turned around and saw that that same door was now fully open.
And the cries got louder.
Round yon Virgin Mother and child,
Hoseok peeked his head through the door to see what was happening. His curiosity got the best of him, which has his first fatal mistake.
There in the room was a woman who looked very young and extremely beautiful. She had long black hair and dark eyes, she wore a white dress that almost matched her pale skin and she sat on the edge of the bed.
A crib was right besides it and she was cradling it back and forth, trying to calm down whatever was in there. She looked up at the boy staring at her with pure shock and confusion.
"Want to see him?" she smiled adoringly.
Hoseok figured she was nice enough for him to get close. She was a mother, but he couldn't help but wonder.
"Aren't you going to call the cops on me for breaking in?" he questioned skeptically.
She could only smile and shake her head,
"I know you won't hurt him,"
Him?
"It's my baby, Jungkook. Want to see him?"
"I don't think I should talk to strangers whose houses I break into."
"I promise I won't touch you. It's Christmas and he's lonely."
"Aren't you his mother?"
"Yes, I am Jeon Sandara. Nice to meet you Hoseok."
Holy infant so tender and mild,
The baby was in the cradle, balling his eyes out. Was he hungry? Tired? Did he want someone to carry him? All these questions made Hoseok realize he was not ready to be a father.
"He's cute, I guess." Hoseok shrugged.
Sandara giggled,
"He is,"
Sleep in heavenly peace,
"Please don't hurt him," she told the teen with a worried expression. He was about to respond before he realized her eyes weren't on him.
They were looking behind him.
Hoseok turned his head, just in time for him to receive a hit to the head, knocking him out cold. Blood ran down the boys forehead, spilling onto the carpet and the baby's cries only got louder.
"No!" Sandara cried.
"See what you made me do?!" Sungjae shouted at her with pure rage, dropping the beer bottle on the floor. He reached into his back pocket and took out a cross causing Sandara to fade away before she was gone.
Sungjae averted his gaze from the child to the unconcious boy on the floor.
He had to dispose of him quickly.
He grabbed Hoseok by his feet and dragged him, leaving the trail of blood behind.
Sleep in heavenly peace,
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Woo!
Almost 3000 words, this is a record!
I apologize to all the Hoseok stans.
And the Jimin stans.
And the Yoongi stans.
And the Taehyung stans.
And the Dara stans.
To the entire kpop fandom in general.
~Author J.J., out!