[|Dream or Reality|TaeKook|]

"Sometimes I don't like how Kookie designed me."

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Imagination. There are good things and bad things you can imagine and create.

But the young Jungkook had no good imagination. Even for a grown man he had wishes. He sometimes wished he had a life. A true love. He hates humanity, wishing that the world was full of creatures that would accept him.

But only if he knew.

A child's imagination is powerful, but those of an adult is even stronger.

All that's evil gets its place. All that's good gets its place. All that exists has an owner, and all that has an owner, has to be rules.

"Jungkook?"

"Fuck off." Jungkook growls deeply. "I'm not paying you anymore."

"But I need the mon-"

"I'm broke! I don't grow money on trees! I'm not a king! I'm not rich! I work for my money! You're just a little slut that takes dick from anyone for free!" Jungkook yells angrily. "Face it Sana, you're too caught up in having sex. You forget to tell them to pay, and knock at my door when you still walk limp from your last fuck!"

Sana stays silent. She knows he's right and nods. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't come to me anymore for money. Come to me when you're pregnant and realize your mistake. If you really want money, you should get a fucking job like a normal human being."

Jungkook shuts the door in her face, growling as his hands clench to fists.

I hope she'll get eaten by a hell hound.

And in the dark corners of the world, a loud howl roars through the realm. A new critter has been created once again.

A tall strong male with dark brown hair that's parted to the side with red highlights. His lips are a healthy pink and hidden behind them are sharp double fangs and canines ready to bite at the flesh of humans. His nails are sharp claws, his eyes slits with an iris in the color of ruby.

Every exhale is a deep growl. Some parts of his body are covered by a deep red fur. His hands and his neck, some parts of his chest and his legs. The place where human ears should be are instead replaced by wolf ears, deep red fur and long and pointy. A thin long tail chases behind him as he moves around a bit, getting used to his existence.

There are many other creatures around him, watching the new imaginative creature walk around.

"Well, well, well..."

The hell hound turns to the voice and growls deeply. Not yet used to all that's around him.

"If it isn't a newcomer." The same husky voice grins.

Behind the hooded man stands another.

"He's cute. I wonder what Kook's thought about this time." The voice is high and half-broken, twitching in laughter.

The hell hound growls deeply, his voice husky and smooth as he observed the two men.

The hooded man wears a purple cloak with a dead pale skin, white lifeless eyes and roots of pitch-black hair coming from underneath the purple cloth. His eyes are triangle-shaped, lips curved up into a smirk. His legs are covered by black jeans with black boots over them, hands stuffed into his pockets.

The other has wide eyes with a pretty pink glow, eyes shaded with a black grey eyeshadow. He wears a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, striped fingerless gloves that go under his jacket and multiple bracelets. Black jeans and pink sneakers underneath as his black hair curls at the ends, revealing their twists under the black beanie.

They don't look as bad as the hell hound does, but the red critter does look more threatening and dangerous.

"What's your name?" The hooded man asks.

"I don't have a name." The hell hound growls in a deep velvety voice.

The wide-eyed male grins. "Oh! How sweet he sounds! I would like to take his voice any day!"

"Easy, Jimin. He is like us. Nothing to worry about." The hooded man chuckles.

"B-but... It's so pretty..."

"You've taken enough voices today, yours is the prettiest."

A wide smile appears on the wide eyed's face.

The hell hound watches with a scowl, when strange memories begin to pop into his mind. He frowns, trying to figure out what all these names are.

But outside, Jungkook has a lined paper sheet in front of him, different names crossed out. He does this every time. He thinks of something new, something he wished to exist and draws them in his mind, then on paper, and he names them.

The sketched male on the paper next to him looks strong and tough. The creature needs a name that fits him. He imagines the creature as a strong hound with raging anger like fire burning in his veins, with a will so strong he'll do anything to get it.

He's gone with four names already...

Choi Minho,

No... not it...

Kim Naji,

No... sounds like a mix of two of them...

Kim Taemin,

No... but Tae has something to it...

Jeon Taemin?

Nope...

Jungkook sits there, pencil in his mouth, eyes on the sketch. Names roll into his mind, when a combination of words form a name Jungkook anticipates to whisper.

Kim Taehyung...

Yes. That's him.

Jungkook smiles slightly as he sets the name of the creature at the top of the page, not knowing how big of an importance it is.

The hell hound growls deeply, voice rumbling in his throat as his eyes stare at nothing, rethinking why there were so many names, but one that hung with him.

"What're you thinking of?" The hooded male asks.

"A name." The hell hound replies. "Kim Taehyung."

Jimin laughs. "It's your name! It's yours!"

Tilting his head, the hell hound repeats the name in his mind. He likes the name... but who gave him it?

"Are you Kook's creation?" The hooded man asks. "Most of us here are from Jungkook, aren't you?"

"The name is familiar," Taehyung mutters.

"So you are!" Jimin smiles. "We have another friend Namjoon hyung!"

The hooded man chuckles and nods. "We indeed do. But what is his purpose? Do you know, Jimin?"

Jimin tilts his head with a pout before shaking his head, causing the beanie on his head to slip onto his shoulder. He whines before stuffing it in his pocket, revealing messy hair.

"Sometimes I don't like how Kookie designed me."

"You just don't like the beanie." Namjoon comments.

"It's too rough for my soft hair!"

Taehyung scoffs and lets out an amused chuckle at the two, tilting his head. "How interesting. Who is this... Jungkook?"

"He's our creator." Namjoon answers, taking Jimin's beanie to prevent the younger from biting on it like an animal. "The one behind the existence of most of us. Jimin was created with the purpose of stealing the voices of those who think they're better than everyone else or use bad words without thinking. I was created to bring people the darkest hell they've ever seen, so frightening that they'll be on their guard wherever they go."

Taehyung's brows furrow, his stomach tingling with a strange sensation. "What... What am I created for then?"

"Perhaps Jungkook still has a story to find for you. He always does that. Creating us, something us, naming us. As if we are real to him." Namjoon mutters. "But we are just his imagination, come to life in a dark globe of whatever he has thought of. Everyone - everything - you see here, is his creative mind."

Taehyung's ear twitches. "Do we ever see our creator?"

"Only when he is asleep," Jimin replies with a pout. "He comes to the place he wants to be. A place with all his proudest creations. Which are... us. He has a mind darker than any I've ever sensed and a voice smoother than a siren's..." He says in awe. "So... beautiful..."

Namjoon pats his shoulder, his pale hand caressing the leather as if it were a pet. "It's just morning. We can feel what he feels, but we don't know where he is, how he is, or what he says. We just know when it's about us, or someone new."

Taehyung frowns. "This is a lot of information."

"It goes far beyond that." Namjoon continues. "If you want to know everything, I suggest you come with us until the night falls on earth. Then you can see how you were created and you can ask why."

"Kookie doesn't believe we are real," Jimin adds. "Honestly, I don't know if we are. But he thinks we're a dream... We can touch him, hear and talk to him, but we never jumped into his life. It's impossible to survive on earth for creatures like us..."

Taehyung growls. "So it seems simple. Get him in here forever. With us... Like us."

Jimin and Namjoon share a gaze before they shake their heads slowly. "We wished it was possible. But he has never imagined himself as a creature like us."

"Than that is all we have to do." Taehyung grins. "One of us has to convince him to imagine himself like that."

"Than that person should be you," Jimin says.

Namjoon nods agreeing. "He used to be so impressed when he saw us first. Now we're like citizens. Perhaps when he sees how he has created you, he might believe you."

"Than that is what I'm going to do." Taehyung sighs.

Jungkook frowns when he sees the people in the grocery store. The nightmare where he works. He sees annoying little children, wives on their phones or talking to their husbands who'd rather be at the bar with their friends.

It only proves that love breaks when it's there for too long. What stories and movies tell you about love is never real, and you have to find out in the harshest way possible. At least, for Jungkook.

His eyes roam over the small girl in front of him. She lays a bag of lollipops on the counter, sucking on a big swirly bright blue and pink popsicle. Her eyes are big and black, a red hood covering her black braided hair.

She looks a little like red riding hood. Jungkook raises an eyebrow in suspicion. He recognizes her from somewhere.

"Have we met before?" He mutters bitterly, sliding the bag of lollipops over the scanner, mumbling the price.

The girl just smiles at him, and Jungkook swears that he sees razor-sharp teeth in her mouth, row on row going down her throat, as it were to swallow a human body and turn even the bones into eatable bits.

"Perhaps." The girl replies. "In your dreams... maybe."

The girl snatches the bag and throws some coins onto the counter, leaving Jungkook baffled and confused as the takes the coins, of which one of them is a copper red, with his face instead of a number, but Jungkook doesn't notice and goes back to work.

After long six hours, Jungkook finally goes home. There was something about that girl. He knows...

When he goes into his apartment and enters his room, his eyes immediately land on one of the many drawings in his room.

His eyes grow wide as he snatches it off the wall and takes in every pencil line.

The roughly sketched child's face with cute pouty plump lips, black braided hair that's tied by red bows, deep black eyes that sparkle with a hint of evil. A neatly colored red hood and black skirt with black boots...

Besides the sketch is an alternate sketch of the girl's face, with an open mouth full of sharp teeth, and behind it another row, and behind that another.

He reads over the notes, eyes grown wide in some sort of fear and fascination. One of his notes, one thing that doesn't fit the character but that they have, is that this girl is strangely obsessed with lollipops.

Namjoon and Taehyung wait in anticipation, nail-biting and barely drunk on nervousness.

With a loud scream, the girl that went returns. Bloodied and weak, torn by the world's protectors. She is barely breathing, her heart skipping beats as she takes her last lonely breaths, but not before whimpering the words Namjoon waited to hear.

"He realizes..."

And with a final breath, her body dissolves into ask, blown into the portal where greedy claws take the dust and the portal closes.

Taehyung shivers at the sight. His fur standing up on his body.

"What do we do now?"

"He realizes we might exist. That's all I need to know." Namjoon mutters, before crossing his fingers in front of his chest, wishing the girl a peaceful afterlife.

Taehyung repeats his action, still learning. "But why do those creatures hate us going to earth so much?"

"They're the guardians. If they weren't there, half of humanity would be mutated, dead, on fire, or worse, infected."

"Infected with what?"

"Our bodies are toxic to those on earth. We don't breathe the same air they do, and we do not have the same red blood in our veins." Namjoon replies coldly, turning and leaving the room, Taehyung following behind. "If we would touch them, going as far as to even look at them, they could create a world like this. The more of us, the more danger. We have our hands full of Jungkook, which is why we want him here."

"His imagination isn't a limit." Taehyung growls. "He can just imagine a bigger place."

"But he has no idea of this world. How can he imagine a bigger world, if he can't even imagine how crowded it is?" Namjoon counters. "He needs a wake-up call."

Taehyung nods. "I know."

Jungkook's hands tremble in shock and fear when he looks at the burned ashes in his hands. The sketch of the girl he had caught flame and burned as quick as a storm.

"W-what...?"

His eyes grow wide when he stares at all his drawings, who suddenly seem to stare at him. His eyes snap to the recent drawing on the table, and with trembling hands he grabs it. He gulps and traces the pencil lines, not knowing that Taehyung feels his every touch.

The hell hound shivers when he feels the soft pressure of something on his skin, like a bug.

"The creator is touching you," Namjoon says shortly. "I think he knows."

"Oh really now?" Taehyung snarls. "It feels like a never-ending itch."

"When I was first created he was like that too. He admires what he has created." Namjoon smiles. "Right after my design, Jungkook made a sidekick. A partner to help me with my evil bidding."

"Than what does he do?"

"I'm like a wizard. I perform spells and curses, using knowledge. I steal what others know to brighten my mind and to gain their most valuable memories and experiences." Namjoon says. "Jimin takes their voice, obsessed with sounds and life. He's undeniably beautiful and easily trustworthy. But behind his beauty lies a monster, ready to rip your voice out of your throat." He smirks.

Taehyung scoffs. "You sound like you're bragging about your lover."

"Jimin wishes he has one," Namjoon mutters, hands behind his back before they lift and pull his hood back, revealing his face. "Sadly, the creator made me aromatic, which means I cannot feel romance towards anyone."

Taehyung tilts his head. "You take knowledge with no remorse, but you can't feel love?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "My heart doesn't beat, thus I do not know how to love."

"Do you have any friends?"

"A few, why?"

"I want to ask them a think about them and this Jungkook. Our creator seems to develop a pattern in us..." Taehyung growls.

Namjoon just nods. "I'll take you to meet Seokjin. One of the very first creations."

Jungkook gently lays the drawing down, staring at it and all the others in his room. He feels a tingle in his stomach, his heart pounding.

With a feeling of suspicion, he decides to nap for a bit to clear his mind. He looks at his drawings one last time before feeling too uncomfortable to change, and goes to sleep in his clothes.

Taehyung's laughs at Jimin's pathetic attempts to flirt with the older, who flips him off rudely.

"So, Jungkook gave me the purpose of ruining married people and couples. Love is a disease that never lasts. It can only be cured by the pain of heartbreak." Seokjin ends his story and grins. "Speaking of, guess who just arrived..."

He mutters, opening the window. Taehyung's breath gets stuck in his throat at the male with no strange markings, no horns, no fur. He's plain, clean... He isn't a monster like them.

"Go out and meet him, new kid." Seokjin chuckles.

Taehyung stares at the creator as he slowly makes his way to the male, a scent strong and bold.

Jungkook gasps when his eyes set on the hell hound, his body freezing. Creatures around them stare, yell and whisper, but at that moment, it all seemed to freeze in the warm dark world.

Taehyung looks down at the creator, his cat-like eyes staring into the deep brown ones.

"Are... Are you real?" Jungkook whispers. "Am I dreaming this?"

Taehyung blinks a few times, taking a deep breath. "Do you believe we're real?"

Jungkook shrugs hopelessly. "I saw one of my drawings... in real life today. A little girl that eats the bodies of child abusers... where is she?" He asks softly.

Namjoon looks down as he comes to stand next to Taehyung. "She's gone. Traveling to earth is something that risks our life. The guardians tear us apart... Little Yura is gone, risking her life to tell you that we do exist."

Jungkook stares at him with wide eyes, filling with tears. "Y-Yura is... dead?"

Namjoon nods sadly. "We're holding her memorial in a few days."

"I want to be there... I-I made her right? I can bring her back!"

"That is not how it works, creator..." Jimin whimpers. "Those who have been eaten by the guardians cannot return." He says softly.

Tears roll down Jungkook's cheeks silently. He shakes his head. "But... I drew you all... You were all things I thought of... This isn't real..."

"Than how do you feel about your newest creation?" Seokjin asks, his hand pointing at Taehyung, who was nervously awaiting his creator's opinion.

Jungkook observes him. His face, a sharp jawline as he remembers drawing, ruby eyes that give an intimidating stare full of danger, lips soft and yet pulled into a thin line. The deep red fur on his body...

Jungkook reaches his hand out to caress the smooth skin of the hell hound, that transitions into rough fur. His eyes move to his ears, wanting to touch them, but Taehyung growls as soon as he tries to reach them, revealing his double fangs.

"He's... unique, and strong. He's handsome in his own way and has his own reasons to be who he is." Jungkook says after a few minutes of anticipating silence. "He's... a perfect hell hound..."

Taehyung smiles slightly, his strong gaze softening into a sweet relaxed smile.

The thing that doesn't fit his character but that he has... He's a playful puppy when happy...

Jungkook returns a bright smile, cheeks puffy and round, revealing his two front teeth like a bunny. Though his frown returns. "I still want to be at Yura's funeral. She was Yoongi's little sister..."

"So you remember us?" The husky voice of the shadow mutters bitterly. "You promised to see us every night. We never saw you again and suddenly you show up in town. Where were you?"

"I was always with Seokjin... Always with the new ones or the old ones..." Jungkook replies sadly. "And I'm sorry. I really am. I promise I'll be here whenever I go to sleep."

"Why can't it be all day?" Taehyung asks. "Can you really not see yourself in a place like this? With creatures like us?"

"Of course I do!" Jungkook protests with a pout. "But... I made you all up... How can you really exist?"

"Everything anyone has ever thought of exists, Jungkook," Namjoon says. "Jesus, Satan, Santa, demons, angels, those nightmares of little kids. There used to be a ball-pit that ate little kids around but... no one really knows where it went."

Jungkook smiles. "I remember that... It was my first nightmare ever and the reason for me to create all of you... You're a community."

Taehyung nods. "Say... If you were one of us, what would you look like? Who would you be?" He asks suddenly, and Seokjin gives him a small grin.

Jungkook hesitates to answer, but he does. "I'd be something simple. I'm not a complicated creature of many words. I kill those who have no desire in living, ruining other's lives because they have none. I'd be... pale... maybe a little grey-skinned. I'd have pretty res eyes like yours, maybe those same sharp fangs... What?" The creator asks, tilting his head when both Taehyung and Namjoon stare at him with disbelieve and shock.

Taehyung growls, but it's a protective growl that warns the others not to get close to what's his.

"You're very pretty like this." Taehyung growls.

Jungkook's brows furrow in suspicion and he looks around for answers, but all he sees is shocked stares and smiles. The warmth in the world embraces his skin, his body getting goosebumps as mind begins to feel more at home.

Jungkook groans and grabs his head, feeling dizzy. He smirks slightly before his sight turns black and he lets his body fall into Taehyung's arms.

The hell hound growls at anyone trying to get close to him, already wrapping his arms around him protectively. "Mine!" He growls loudly.

The creator's skin is almost paperwhite, the skin around his eyes a healthy blush pink. When they open again, his eyes are a beautiful blood red, shining with thirst for something. In his mouth is a set of fangs, sharp and long, ready to sink into the skin of the unknown.

He feels a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, a soft laugh erupting from his throat that echoes off the walls in silence and rises into the night.

He regains his balance and looks around, down at himself and his own skin. He tilts his head at Taehyung and leans in shortly to peck his lips. "Thank you for getting me out of that horrible world." He chuckles. "I hate earth."

Taehyung's eyes are wide with shock, a tingling feeling left on his lips as Jungkook hisses softly through his new fangs, getting reacquainted with his friends.

"Who will be our new creator?" Jimin asks Namjoon, who smiles at the younger.

"The first person who walks into Jungkook's room." He answers, chuckling at how Taehyung pulls Jungkook back, growling that the vampire was his.

"Hey! Jungkook!" A voice calls out through the apartment. "Jungkook?! I got the video game you wanted!"

No answer.

"Dude?"

He peeks in every room, until he sees a drawing in the middle of Jungkook's bedroom. He goes inside and picks it up. On it is a sketch. A dance choreography.

For Jung Hoseok, from Jeon Jungkook,

The Beast.

Hoseok tilts his head, hesitantly following the first few steps, until he reaches the end, a loud scream ripping from his throat, as a mind that belonged to another, now belongs to him.

His eyes glow with an amethyst purple, before his brows furrow and a smirk pulls at his lips. Jungkook's mind is now his. And the drawings are dances he cannot wait to learn, wanting to know what beast lies within him for the years that lay ahead of him.

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