"Hyung?! Hyung!"

Jungkook shivered as the candles blew out. The lights went off and he stood still in the middle of the room, candle in hand and heavy pants from his mouth.

There was this certain chill lingering in the air, making the tips of his body's hair rise up. He felt a whoosh of air behind him and he craned his neck so fast it seemed like breaking.

His hands were shaking, blinking in the dark in hopes to see even just a glimpse. There was nothing. His surrounding was void of nothing but black.

"You seem scared..."

A voice drawed out. It was light but very mocking...sultry. It made cold sweat form at Jungkook's forehead.

"I'm not..."
He stubbornly replied.

The laugh that came after boomed low and gruff. Seemingly belittling him.

"Adorable."

It said.

Jungkook tried to follow the voice, to find where it was coming from but it was almost surrounding him. It made him feel small despite the large space of the room.

"W-where did you take my friends?!" He screamed, anger and frustration seeping through.

"Oh wouldn't you want to know..."

Again the voice was very mocking. There was a demonic voice echoing after it, bouncing off the walls and hugging Jungkook with fear.

"Whoever you are or whatever, I will fucking kill you!" He threatened at the top of his lungs. "You hear me?!"

There was another demonic laugh. A strong whip of air blows his candle off. Jungkook turned around hastily, anticipating something to pounce on him when the quietness spreads.

"Kill me?"

Footsteps sounded, heavy and clanking against the wooden floor, leaving creaking sounds in its wake. It got nearer and nearer and it made the boy grow more anxious each agonizing step. He couldn't see anything and he couldn't do anything.

A cold feeling envelopes toward his back. It was cold. So cold and crawls up at the very tip of his fingers and toes. He couldn't move. Frozen and stiff as something presses against his back. Jungkook closes his eyes at the contact, already chanting silent
prayers in his mind.

"Prayers won't work, precious..."

Shit. It was right next to him. It was speaking directly on his ear. It felt like chilly wind blowing past his ear canal and into his body. He felt it sniff. Was it smelling him?

"Your soul smells nice..."

It growled. Jungkook flinched when fingertips tease his sides still so very cold.

"Please..."

It was the only thing Jungkook was able to say. The thing never stopped roaming its hands on his body. He was petrified.

"Don't kill me..."

It hums right beside his cheek.

"Be my prisoner...and I'll let you live."

"I-I'll do anything..."

×××

"Mom! We're leaving!" Jungkook threw the baggages inside the trunk, slamming it close before peeking inside the house again. "Mom?"

His eyebrows curled together at the sight of his mother looking terrified, eyes focused on nowhere specific.

"Mom, you okay?" He reaches a hand out to her but it only made her flinch.

"Mom we're leaving." Jungkook said once again, eyeing his mother warily.

Her mother looks down for a moment, before meeting his eyes and placing a smile on her face that is slightly put off. "Of course. You be careful there alright?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "What could possibly hurt us in a boring farm?" He clicks his tongue. "And I'm sure grandma isn't some infamous murderer right? I can take care of myself. I'll be safe and sound there."

×××

Jungkook shivered. He was wrong. So so wrong.

"Anything? Be careful of what you say, pretty boy. Anything is vast vast word. It's dangerous."

"My life is worth that risk." Jungkook says, feeling hands grab his wrist, slowly tugging at them until his grip on the candle in his hand loosened. It falls to the ground with a thump.

"Life isn't even that important."

It whispers.
Its fingers threading themselves with Jungkook's.

"One day you'll die. Someday you'll be forgotten."

Jungkook sniffles, eyes fluttering close when he feels something, something, something crawling up his throat. It felt like his eyes were about to pop out even though they're closed and his lungs constricted, the air inside him disappearing. He couldn't breath and he couldn't feel. His feet slowly left the ground. He felt light as a feather but there was fire burning in his chest.

It hurts

"I know."

He hears a snap of fingers before he bluntly falls to the ground. He wheezes violently and coughs. His lungs felt like bleeding. His body felt too boneless to move so he slumps against the cold floor.

"That was me sucking your soul."

It proclaims. Jungkook's vision started to go dark and his surrounding tilted hazily. There was a faint white noise screaming at his ears and he couldn't breath. He couldn't. He raises his hands only to see his veins popping out with their purple color turning black.

"Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?"

Jungkook whimpers as another feeling knocks against his chest. It hits him like a truck and he collapses on the floor, weak and helpless.

Time seems to slow down when he forces his eyes open. He then sees a pair of black leather shoes walk towards him. A man crouches in front of him-silver-haired and black soul less eyes boring into his.
The man leans in closer and Jungkook feels number, the ringing in his ears feels louder. He was about to close his eyes and accept death but the man gasps, yanking the collar of his shirt down.

The last thing he remembers was Cold and Dark.

×××

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