🌟Horroria🌟

Jimin's POV

I stared. I don't know to where. I just... stared. The sounds of soft music rung through my earplugs as I sat in the bus on my way home.

I sighed deeply, listening to the song on repeat.

"Neoneu nae salme dasi tteun haetbit. Eorin sijeol nae kkumdeurul jaerim-"

I shook my head lightly. Did my phone break? Was it my headphones? I quickly unlocked it, seeing that the song just... disappeared.

I frowned. This never happened before. I guess black magic! I shook my head again, my sight getting slightly blurry. I'm going to fall on my bed when I get home. I did not get enough sleep.

I ignored the weird tone changes in the voice, cut-offs as the song randomly started and stopped. I need to buy a new phone.

I unlocked the door and went inside. This just got one hell of a lot creepier. The sound of water falling down onto hard stone-filled my ears loud and clear, and the song was still playing. I don't remember putting it on after I got off the bus...

I'm not even wearing my earplugs...

I hesitantly followed the sound upstairs, to the melody that lowered and quickened. It was magical... I didn't even pay attention to the blood in my room, or the stone staircase leading down to a creepy room that was never there before.

I let the sound of water fill my ears as the water simply surrounded me. The heavy iron door in front of me held a simple red gem. A ruby. And a riddle. If there is one thing that I'm bad at, it's riddles.

"How many times do the thoughts surround you? Waiting for someone or something to drown you. Take this path to the multiverse. Meet the one who is stuck behind this curse. What mind of creature feeds of blood and fear? Are you scared, and be honest here. Once you have taken the jewel masterpiece, what creature may waif, might get a feast."

I shivered at the riddle. Weird. What creature feeds of blood and fear? There is a ruby. Rubies stand for power and might... Maybe a king? But what feasts of blood and fear? A demon? Satan?

"Is it Satan?" I asked. Weird. I've never talked to myself. The door didn't move one bit. I sighed and read the riddle again. "Yes... I am scared. But the music calms me."

I yelped and stepped back as the iron door creaked loudly and scraped along the floor, opening wide in front of me. There was... someone... someone scary.

The thing had no eyes. A giant mouth in its forehead, and devilish horns on the top of his head. A pale, dirty, wounded skin, blue veins popping everywhere. It's ribs very much visible, as it turned to me.

His claw-shaped nails scraped along my skin. I gulped. "W-who are you?" I managed to squeak out. The thing tilted its head. "I am... nothing..." From his deep voice, it was a man. "No one... asked me that before..." He said softly.

"I am starving. I simply have no soul to feast from. Your fear smells so delightful..." He said lowly, suddenly pushing my body against his cold, boney skin. I shivered of the touch. "Would you mind if I... take a part of your soul?"

I widened my eyes. "Excuse me?! A part of my soul?!" He nodded. "Please. I need to eat. I will only take your fear. Nothing more is what I ask." He begged. I was terrified, horrified. I widened my eyes when I heard those familiar words again.

"Euphoria...--"

The demon, I assume, turned around with a slight look of fear in his non-existent eyes. "He is getting impatient... Quickly, fresh one. Decide." He begged again. I gulped. "W-why haven't you fed then?" "No one comes by. I appear random. I never know where I am. Humans always run from me... they never solve the riddle... They leave me alone..."

I felt a soft pang in my heart. I looked at him. He was very skinny. Too skinny. I mean... one part of my soul wouldn't hurt. I softly nodded. "Take it. But only one part!" I yelled. The demon gasped of relief. "Thank you, fresh one."

I watched with horror as his mouth opened widely, layers of bloodied and razor-sharp teeth hiding inside. I slowly felt myself calm down... I felt no fear.

A strange green substance went from my body to his, causing him to let out a satisfied growl. "Thank you. You may proceed. He is impatient."

Another door creaked open, and I unknowingly walked inside, as the door closed shut behind me.

--Somewhere else--

K.SJ🌼

The painting was like a spiral. Moving on its own to hypnotize me. Strange. That is how I felt. I reached out to the painting, my hand disappearing in it.

Voices around me faded as I kept reaching further, more of my body disappearing. I could feel rain. On the other side. Music was playing in my ears.

All the voices and touches had changed into the music and song, shivers and coldness. Without any certainty, I jumped through it.

M.YG🐼

I watched with shock when Jin disappeared. The painting was just a painting... right? I hesitantly walked towards it, pushing past the other people.

Maybe something lured him. I heard it too. The powerful might of the song which I had never heard before. I elbowed Namjoon lightly, nudging to the painting. "Can you hear that?" I asked softly.

Namjoon frowned slightly. "That horror tone? Yeah. It's freaking me out." I shook my head. "The voice. The voice that's singing on it. I recognize it somewhere." I said lowly. "I mean..." Namjoon shrugged.

I sighed. "I don't know about you. But Seokjin just disappeared through that thing. I'm going after. Are you joining me?" I asked. Namjoon sighed. "Fine. I would have lied if I said that I wasn't curious."

With a sigh, and many stares, we let ourselves get taken by the painting.

P.JM🌻

I simply stared at the different kinds of doors. The doors all had a different jewel. A different gem. A different shape and material. The other was rough, the other of metal or wood, elegant or lazily finished around the edges.

It was beautiful. In the middle of the dark room... it was beautiful. A swing, made of glass and chains. And a young man that was too far away for me to see, sat on it, like a child.

Slowly, the other doors creaked open. Four other men walked in. One with bright red hair, one with pitch-black hair, one with chestnut brown hair, and one with light pink hair. Each of them seemed hypnotized with the sight of the boy.

"You are the cause of my euphoria..."

His voice... was enchanting. Slowly, the swing stopped, and the boy stepped off. He held the chain for a few more seconds, eyeing each and every one of us fully.

His low chuckle echoed through the room. "Am I lucky today?" He asked. The black-haired boy shrugged. "Who knows. It depends on what you want-" "I did not ask you." The boy hissed.

The black-haired boy flinched slightly. "Jeez... alright then." The boy slowly let go of the chain, walking towards me. He chuckled again. "You met Chamin. How was he?" He asked lowly.

I frowned. "Chamin does not seem like a demon name." "Answer me Jimin." The boy hissed again. "How do you know my name?" I asked. "I know everything about everyone that comes in here. Sadly, none ever made it this far. They are always too overwhelmed by the shining gem. The stone that holds money." The boy replied.

"Now answer my question." He hissed. "Chamin... was lovely." I answered. "He was honest. Lonely, but lovely. He asked permission to take my fear, and so I let him." The boy smirked and nodded. He leaned to my ear, softly tracing the skin on my arms.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook. Jimin..." He whispered. A shiver went down my spine when he hissed my name, but I felt no fear. He let go of me, and went to the next. The chestnut-haired.

Jungkook... He seemed... dark. In some way that's pretty cute for a boy with such smooth and pale skin.

"You've met Seyeon. How was she, Namjoon?" Jungkook asked amused. "Seyeon? She... was possessive and greedy. It took a while for me to get her to let me go and stop abusing my body." Namjoon replied.

Jungkook chuckled. "Seyeon, Seyeon, Seyeon. She is a beautiful woman. Isn't she?" He asked, his hands in his pockets. Namjoon shrugged. "I don't fall for girls." Jungkook clicked his tongue and bit his lip, whispering into his ear.

After that, he walked to the black-haired boy, who raised an eyebrow at him. "How old are you? You seem way too young to live alone." He said lowly. Jungkook tilted his head and observed the cold gaze. "Ah... Did you meet Giman? He is a curious one."

The boy simply nodded. "I did." "How did you like his company, Yoongi?" Jungkook asked. "Annoying. He kept asking questions and talking. I simply knocked him out and went to here." He replied. Jungkook smiled slyly and nodded, whispering to him as well.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that? Jungkook?" He scoffed. "It's the weirdest name I ever heard." Jungkook hissed again, causing Yoongi to back away slightly. "Hey, I'm just being honest."

Jungkook walked to the next, the pink-haired boy. "My, my, my. You are quite gorgeous. Heejin did a great job on you Jin." Jungkook exclaimed. Jin nodded. "She really knows her stuff." Jungkook chuckled. "You know my name now, but dear Jin, I heard that you are quite the scardy-cat."

Jin rubbed the back of his neck. "Sometimes." He replied quietly. Jungkook nodded and went to the last person. "Jung Hoseok. You've changed." He said chuckling.

The red-haired boy didn't say anything. "Ah... Yeoncheol. You know of him. Serialkiller, got murdered and brought back to life. It seems like he gave you a bit." Jungkook said amused. "A bit of what?" Hoseok asked coldly. "Him. His urge to kill, drink blood or revenge. You feel that, don't you?" Jungkook asked.

Hoseok sighed and looked away. "Why are we all here? These weird big doors remind me of a fairy tale." "But it is a thriller." Jungkook chuckled darkly.

He returned to the swing. "Dear boys. You all now hold a part of my beloved Kim Taehyung. A demon, a vampire, a monster. You name it, but he is mine. He got poisoned. Split into five different humans. I want him back." Jumgkook hissed.

"And how do you expect us to do that?" I asked. "Simple. Kill each other." Jungkook said shrugging. We all looked at each other. "For Taehyung to come back, all must be in one person. When one of you is killed by one that holds a part of him, he shall get the part of the one he has killed." Jungkook explained.

Namjoon frowned. "So if I kill Yoongi, I'll get Yoongi's part of Taehyung?" "Exactly." Hoseok scoffed. "What are we waiting for?" He asked. I frowned. I'm too young to die. I am not dying today.

"One weapon. No more. For those who want to use their fists, be prepared for death." Jungkook stated coldly. "No one using fists will be able to win against swords, knives, arrows, flames, blades, whatever. Be--" "Just set us in already!" Yoongi spat.

Jungkook hissed lowly and smirked. "Just walk back through the door you came." He said lowly. Without hesitation I turned back around and pushed the door open, returning to the room with Chamin. He seemed... better.

"Ah, fresh one. You survived." He smiled. Kinda creepy with that wide mouth in his head and his normal mouth right underneath it...

"The murder fest is about to begin." I said lowly. Chamin tilted his head. "He found them? Well. Let's hope you'll survive." I scoffed. "I'm not ready to die. So I won't. I'll fight for my life, even it means to end those of others."

Chamin chuckled. "That's how I think about it." "Where are those weapons that Jungkook talked about?" I asked. "Behind you." Chamin replied. I turned around quickly, raising my eyebrow at the equipment. "Does he know my size or something?"

I grabbed the leather gloves, taking a slight look at them and the fitting outfit placed next to it. It was stylish, but kinda creepy. I shrugged, my eyes roaming over the different varieties of blades. I couldn't help but grin at the gun. That would make things so easy. Then again, if I got clothing than one must have bulletproof armor or something...

I sighed, biting my lip. What is the best weapon? I reached my hand towards the gun anyway. Head counts.. I changed clothes while Chamin turned around. He was formal. He could be a friend, if he wasn't a demon.

"Are you ready?" Chamin asked. "Long done." I replied. "What way to the murder field?" I asked, loading the gun. Chamin simply pointed at the door I came from first. "Go back there. You'll be surprised to know that Jungkook made this mechanism." Chamin said amused.

I raised my eyebrow. "He seems desperate for this Taehyung guy." I said lowly. "Because he is. He was his mate." Chamin replied. "I'll let Jungkook tell you, if you survive." I scoffed. "There is no if. I will survive."

I left the room, that saying the last words to Chamin, before seeing Jungkook in the middle of an arena-like room. He had a sly smirk on his face, his hands behind his back. Fangs on full display as he watched us come in one by one.

"Welcome back. How are you feeling in your new attire?" Jungkook asked, his voice echoing in the room. "It feels cool." Yoongi said lowly, a simply sword resting on his shoulder. "Don't get used to it. Only one will survive and bring back my Taehyung." Jungkook spat.

I gripped the gun tightly, smirking to myself. A little cheating couldn't hurt anyone... In other cases. I bit my lip and silently aimed for the guy closest to me. Jin, or something...

I pulled the trigger. A loud shot echoed through the room, gasps and choking. I turned my head to the wound that I had made. How nice. All the blood. Why not make art with it.

I aimed again, for real this time. I dark chuckle slipping past my lips before I pulled the trigger again, watching as red blood painted the floor, and his body fell down.

I turned my head back to the rest. "That was the start shot." I growled lowly, already aiming for the next person. Hell broke out. Literally. Blood, screams, pain. It was honestly, pretty satisfying to me.

Ever since I killed Jin I felt too good. Like I was better than anybody else. That brought out the monster..

I smiled, placing a bullet nicely in between Hoseok's eyes. Precise and beautiful. Adrenaline rushed through me as Yoongi stood before me. He panted lightly, smirking darkly as he tightened his grip around the blood-covered sword.

"I regret nothing." He spat lowly. "Cut the dialog. This isn't a movie." I spa back, aiming at him again. Quick as lightning Yoongi moved away, surprising me slightly. "Such a brat for your age. How old are you? Seven?" He mocked.

I gritted my teeth. "How dare you..? Do you have a death wish?" I growled. "I have a kill wish." He replied, smirking amused. I aimed at him again, dropping him off guard, hitting his chest.

"You are not much taller than me. And after all that happened in the past hour, I am still the strongest." I spat lowly, pushing the wound down, causing him to choke and cough. I smirked, watching blood ooze out of him.

I smirked, aiming for his head. "Goodnight Yoongi." I growled, finally ending it. I survived it, and I was never going to lose. I turned around to Jungkook, who clapped his hands impressed. He chuckled. "You wouldn't say from such a boy that he was going to become my Taehyung. Yet here he is."

I scoffed. "So? I enjoyed it anyway." Jungkook laughed softly. "Taehyung would have too." I frowned. "But I am not Taehyung." Jungkook simply nodded. "But at the same time, you are. I never said you'd turn into him. That would be amazing, but that is not how science works." He complained.

I sighed. "So what now? I survived." Jungkook chuckled. "I mark you." Before I could say anything else, Jungkook pushed me against the wall harshly. The guy had strength, a lot of it. I growled lowly when Jungkook pinned my arms away from me, sinking his sharp fangs into my skin.

I groaned of the sudden sting, balding my hands to fists. "Stop that!" I yelled. "Not anytime soon." He mumbled against my skin, tightening his grip. "Even for your age you're strong and I don't like it one bit!" I snapped. "Cut it Tae." "I'm not Taehyung!" I hissed.

Jungkook growled and pulled his fangs from my neck. "Stop complaining. You sound too much like Taehyung and since you and him are not the same, I should be able to keep you two apart." He snapped. I frowned. "Yet I have the five parts of Taehyung, don't I?" I asked lowly. "Than what was the point of all of this?"

Jungkook chuckled. "I wanted my new mate to behave like my old one. Yes, Taehyung got split, but with it, he died. No one survives that. You have all of him, so you have all of me." He explained amused. He roughly bit into his wrist, blood oozing from his own skin.

He forcefully placed his wrist at my lips. "Yet you are not the same kind as me. That had to change." He said lowly. He leaned to my ear, a dark grin on his face. "I'll turn you into a bloodsucker, just like me..."

I hissed in pain, clawing at Jungkook's shoulders of the burning cold on my skin and the painful sting in my eyes. Jungkook laughed softly. "Even victory comes with pain. Don't worry. You'll love the new world." He said amused. I hissed again, my gums on fire and in pain.

Jungkook pulled his wrist away when I bit towards it, growling of frustration. "Couldn't it have been with a little less pain?" I spat. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, smiling slightly. "Nope."

He placed his hand on my cheek, which I quickly pulled away. "Don't touch me." "You did change..." He said softly. I frowned confused. "Excuse me?" "You have his eyes..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Taehyung's eyes?" Jungkook nodded. I sighed. "Listen up Kook. You have to let go of the past. You said it yourself, Taehyung won't come back. I'm here now. The question is will you be able to let go."

Jungkook looked down slightly. "I might... I don't know." He sighed. I frowned. "Kook. Either you get over it and give me a chance, or you don't and I'll leave." I hissed lowly.

Jungkook frowned. "You wouldn't dare.." He growled. "Watch me." I pushed him out of my way, trying to find an exit door. Jungkook hissed annoyed. "Fine. I'll try." He crossed his arms. "Do you even want to be here?" He asked.

I sighed. "I don't know. I have bittersweet feelings." I answered. Jungkook walked towards me, turning me around. "Jimin. Stay with me for a while. Give it time." He said softly. I shrugged. "Do I even have a choice? I'm thirsty and for some stupid reason that thirst is for blood."

Jungkook chuckled. "We've vampires, dear. Of course you're bloodthirsty." He said amused. I scoffed lowly. "As if I didn't notice yet." "Than why are you so surprised?" Jungkook asked. "Because I want your blood."

Jungkook stared at me for a few seconds, blinking blankly at me. "Than what are you waiting for? An invitation? I'm your mate, just bite me as if you kiss me. It's not that hard." He chuckled.

I sighed. "Kissing people is hard. So shut up and tilt your neck before I pull your hair." I hissed lowly. Jungkook smiled slightly, tilting his head to the side. I could feel my fangs starting to ache. The scent drove me insane, not to mention those pretty veins.

I licked my fangs not wasting a second to sink them into his pretty neck. I groaned lowly. I never through blood was this tasty. Jungkook chuckled amused. "Come on Jimin. Bite down. Are you going to be this weak when biting down on humans?" He mocked.

I hissed against his skin, sinking my fangs deeper. Jungkook groaned softly. "Better. Not good. But better." He growled. I roughly pulled my fangs from his skin. "Do you want me to kill you?" I spat. Jungkook smirked. "It's my intention for you to bite like it. You're too soft." He said lowly.

"Then you were too. Did the thought of Taehyung  hold you back?" I asked smirking. Jungkook hissed lowly. "Do you want to feel how I truly bite?" He asked coldly. "Try me." I grinned.

Jungkook hissed and pushed me away, pinning my hands down. He smirked darkly, a blood-red glint of excitement in his eyes. "You asked for it." He said lowly. He roughly pulled my hair to tilt my head. And sunk his fangs into my skin roughly.

I tensed up. He was rough. Merciless. His fangs were sharp and felt like Heaven. Jungkook chuckled and pulled away. "Now your turn." He said amused. I hissed lowly, roughly sinking my fangs into his neck again.

I didn't hold back. What if I hurt him? I don't care anymore. What if I kill him? He'll tell me. I want him to be proud of me.

Jungkook grabbed my waist tightly, digging his nails into my skin. He groaned lowly, gritting his teeth. "Deeper..." He growled. I frowned, pushing my fangs until my lips were pressing in his neck, blood leaking from his wound.

"That's good... Strong..." I pulled away, feeling a bit of blood dripping onto my lip. Jungkook rubbed his neck, looking at his bloodied hand. A smile made its way to his lips. "I freaking love you..." He whimpered.

I panted lightly. "Are you satisfied now?" I asked. "No." Jungkook pulled me towards him, smashing his lips onto mine. "Now I am." He mumbled. I pulled him closer to me. "Where have you been all my life?"

Jungkook chuckled. "Why? Missed the excitement?" He asked. "Of course. My old life was boring anyway." I said coldly. "Than be prepared for a new life, Jimin." He chuckled. I laughed softly. "I think you are the one who has to be prepared. After all, your Taehyung is now Park Jimin."

"I love this Park Jimin. More than the universe." He smiled. "Do you love me more than blood?" I asked. Jungkook laughed. "Don't be greedy now."

The End