Hoseok grabbed Jungkook's wrist. "Come on. Let's go. Run. Now!" They ran to the door that led back to the living room, but it slammed in their faces as they drew closer. Jungkook slammed into it and grabbed on the handle, yanking it back.

"It won't open," he said. Hoseok grabbed onto the handle as well, and they pulled together. It wouldn't budge.

"Suga!" shouted Jungkook. "Help us!"

"I'm sorry," said Old Man Suga. His voice was faint and distant. "I can't. Jin's stronger than I am. You're on your own."

Hoseok turned just in time to see the tarp that had covered the dining room furniture flying off. As it flew through the air, it turned into dust, then vanished entirely. The chairs floated off of the top of the table and back into their proper places around it as the whole ensemble slid across the floor and into their proper places in the center of the room, the dust clearing in a giant wave from the spot they landed in. The chandelier above them spun wildly, the cobwebs flying off of it and evaporating into thin air. As it spun, the lights on the chandelier flickered back to life, lighting the room in a soft yellowish glow. The water-stains on the floral wallpaper faded as the peeling edges of sheets resealed themselves to the walls. Hoseok pressed his back up against the door.

"C'mon!" said Hoseok. "Let's go this way!" He grabbed Jungkook's wrist and dragged him down the hall and into the kitchen, the wave of light and cleanliness following them as they sprinted away from the awakening house. They sprinted through the kitchen door as it began to close and into the living room, where the carpet was straightening and fluffing itself up and growing brighter. The blankets and chip packages that had littered the floor seemed to be dragged under the edge of the carpet. When Hoseok lifted the corner up to see where they had gone, he saw that they had vanished. There was a thump behind him, and he turned to see that Jungkook had slammed into the front door, which was sealed closed.

"C'mon," shouted Jungkook. "Don't just stand there. Help me!"

Hoseok started to run over to his friend, but before he could, a rumble shook the entire house, making the floor shake and knocking Hoseok off of his feet. A low, dark grumbling started, growing ever louder, as the shaking grew ever stronger, and as Hoseok pushed himself up onto his hands and feet and began to crawl towards Jungkook he heard the word hidden in the grumbling, heard it through his hands and his knees and in his chest and stomach and lungs as they shook in time with the house-- Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

"Hoseok!" Jungkook's voice shouted, but it was miles away through a long tunnel, and Hoseok could only hear, could only care about the rumble, about the word-- Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. 

Hoseok flattened himself against the ground, so that he was closer to the rumbling, to the word. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. 

Something wrapped around his ankles, dragging him back. He let it pull him back, wrapping him up under the carpet, pulling him closer and closer to the rumbling, to the word. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. The carpet covered him up to the neck and up to the head and he was wrapped in the dark and the warmth and the sickly sweet smell and the gelatinous slime surrounded him and he was one with the house and the rumbling and the word.

Hungry. -