Jungkook had spent all the time humanly possible away from home as he could. He knew he would have to return at some point, but it was always something he dreaded. Ever since that night, that felt like so long ago, Jungkook had tried to find places he could spend his day that didn't involve him returning home. He worked three jobs, even though one would probably be enough, and he could name each of the waiters and waitresses that worked at the cafe he had become a regular at. All in all, three quarters of his day were spent away from his small three room apartment. Away from the limbs and orbs that resided within its walls.

He had just been kicked out of the then closing cafe by the co-owner, the only one he couldn't name just yet, and was forced to return home. The golden colored key was held tightly in his hand as he stood in front of his door, the sick feeling rising in his stomach. It was always like this. He would hesitate to unlock his own front door, which made his stomach swell with nausea. He groaned. He had to get over this. The key made its way into the perfectly fit hole and unlocked the door. Jungkook stepped inside and turned on the light. Great, shed more light on those things. They never left. Even if he begged them to, they stayed there, planted firm to the ground and walls. All they ever did was blink confusedly at him like he was speaking some unknown foreign language or their movements would become more aggravated. They disliked when he spoke.

Jungkook set his keys down on the kitchen counter before beginning to weave his way through the arms. He'd like to say he'd become used to them, but he'd be lying. How the hell do you get used to tens of hundreds of arms swaying out of your floor and eyes staring at you from your walls? If anything, they just scared him more.

Jungkook set his hand against one of the floor hands as he passed. It had oddly become a habit that he always touched hands with the arms that dared to get close to him. They all seemed to lean away from him when he walked through their maze. They disliked being near him. Another one stayed firm as he passed, his hand pressing against it lightly. It recoiled, as if just having touched fire, and balled itself up and swung at the empty space where he had been before. They disliked his touch.

The only safe place in his entire apartment seemed to be his bathroom. They never looked or swayed in the direction of the porcelain tiled room. His bedroom was mostly clear of any odd presences, however, every now and then an eye or two along with an arm or four would sprout and look at him quite angrily. He was scared of the bedroom eyes and arms most. They only ever came in his room if they were really angry.

He had tried hiding them. He had tossed sheets on them, covered them with boxes, put furniture on top of them, everything. It just seemed to go right through them. It was made very obviously clear that this was all a part of his imagination and that made the whole thing ten times more disturbing for Jungkook. Of course he had experimented around with the things after discovering their transparent-ness. He knew for a fact he could walk right through them, but he didn't like to. In most cases, after he had, he'd thrown up, which is why he generally avoided them like the plague.

Jungkook eyed the apartment. A small two seater couch. An armchair. Antenna TV. One person dining table, if you could even call it that. His room held his bed and a dresser. No pictures of him or anyone else. Nothing to actually say this was Jeon Jungkook's apartment. It could easily have been anyone in the world's. Jungkook didn't mind it that much. It just meant that he hadn't spent enough time at home to actually leave a mark. The only thing he came back for was sleep. He had tried sleeping in the breakroom at one of his jobs but was told off by his manager.

Six hours and he'd leave again, Jungkook reassured himself. Just six hours. He sank down on his bed. The angry eyes weren't in his room tonight. Jungkook let out a relieved sigh. The angry ones made him feel like he was on the edge of a cliff. So close to being pushed off. Morbid, he knew, but accurate.

Six hours. An amount of time never seemed longer. Especially for someone who never slept easy. Not even when he was younger. He was always too alert, too expectant to sleep.

Jungkook sighed and closed his eyes tighter. He had no reason to be alert or expectant anymore. Especially at this time of night. He could relax, he was away from there now. No more late night visits or having to deal with newly formed colors in the morning. It was all across Seoul now. As far away as he could afford. He didn't need to worry, but couldn't help to do so. Nothing could reverse the old marks, not even the good night's sleep he was trying to get, if he could even get his mind willing to think about going to sleep. He'd be left to wander in his mind for hours and that was probably worse than having to deal with the things outside his bedroom door. Jungkook pulled his blanket up around his shoulders and prepared for the long night ahead.

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They get longer! I promise! (I just wrote one over 4,000 words :) )