Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13788360. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin Character: Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Namjoon_|_RM, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Original Characters Additional Tags: Dubious_Consent, Supernatural_Elements, Horror, Drama, Blood_and_Gore, Minor_Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Minor_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Werewolves, Alternate_Universe Stats: Published: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 5099 ****** Sweetest Tongue, Sharpest Tooth ****** by TheGhostWriter91 Summary Park Jimin's life was nothing he ever considered "out of the ordinary". That is, until unusual murders start to plague his city and the closer they get to his own home the more he can't help but suspect his peculiar new neighbor that moved in next-door. Charming, handsome, athletic--Jeon Jungkook's got the whole school wrapped around his finger, but what they don't know, is what Jimin sees. Staying out late at night, strangers in his windows, howling...the awful howling! Sooner than later Jungkook's going to catch on to his suspicions and Jimin's gonna learn more than he bargained for; One way or another. Notes HELLO EVERYONE!! It's been like, a million years! And I'm so, so sorry for that. Life's just been a bit chaotic, I mean, when is it not? But I'm still here and I am still continuing Blue Angel. I have the second chapter nearly written, just have to get the creative juices flowing again after being delayed. HOWEVER, I am presenting you guys with this new fiction that is actually the Halloween story I wanted to post in October but never got around to because I kept re-writing and re-writing. @_@ But I think I've got it how I wanted it and I hope you guys like it too! A few serious warnings though, as per usual with my stories: The major character death tag is REAL, that means that members of BTS will die. This is another of my little horror stories and unfortunately, to keep it within element, members will have to perish--it may even be gruesome. Which brings me to my next serious warning, I personally will not specify who is going to die at any point in my notes. I don't want to spoil anything. So with these warnings in mind, if you feel you are too faint of heart toward these types of situations, than I kindly advise you to turn back. You've been warned! Last serious-ish note, I did tag rape/non-con to be safe but it'll be more of a dubious consent/attempted kind of sorts. As of right now, I don't foresee any kind of full on sex scenes, just depictions of sexual desires and slight smut. If I change my mind, I'll let you all know, naturally, but I don't feel like it's anything I have to warn you about each chapter. I want this work to be more of a surprise and keep you guys on edge. Now that that's all out of the way, this story is set in an alternate universe with some super natural elements inspired by movies such as When Animals Dream and Fright Night. There's also a few original characters to progress the story and Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are schoolmates. I aged Jungkook up a year so they're all in the same in grade. The rest of BTS are aged up enough to be out of school. Yoongi's a teacher and the others I haven't yet figured out where I want them to develop. Also, don't actually think occult clubs are real in asian schools BUT you do see them a lot in Korean/Japanese horror themed shows/movies/games. I thought it'd fit nicely with the story. So stay tuned guys and I really do hope you enjoy this one! :) See the end of the work for more notes Small nose, large eyes; Hair curled meticulously into loose waves as a simple bow clipped up one side of thick strands. It was blue; deep like starless nights. He liked the color, it complimented her almond irises—features unlike most girls in his school. Shewas unlike most girls in school. Which in turn made her loved and hated, feared and adored. Especially with Honggi, a boy he didn’t particularly care for. A typical athlete at best. Unkempt short hair, clear skin, sharp jawline, tall. Everything a proper family would want for their daughter and future legacies—on the outside. Inside, he was shallow, narcissistic, pushy, and cruel. Despite his gaggle of lovelorn girls that made up a blind following, he manipulated everyone with learned charm all while secretly banging the infamously known school slut, Song Ruri. Only it wasn’t a secret anymore... At least, not to Park Jimin. He’d caught the two entangled in the upper wing’s janitorial closet one detention a couple months ago. Jimin had been serving a few for his obnoxious hair choice, blonde; was told it was louder than his personality and inappropriate on school grounds—too distracting, they’d say. So they had him stay late some days, helping out the janitors, mopping floors and such. On one particularly late crisp afternoon, too warm to wear a sweater but too cool for shorts; the ones just before autumn, where summer holds onto the other’s hand letting fingertips slip languidly to let the ever fickle mood of the season flourish it’s hues of yellows, oranges, and reds. This kind of refreshing afternoon, had the blonde inside the stuffy school, cleaning toilets. He’d just finished scrubbing the sinks of the upperclassmen hall, returning to the janitorial closet that was nearest, when faint panting of the pleasurable variety reached his eardrums. It was forced, muffled—forcedly muffled, straining hazardously close to an octave level of audible speech. With each foot step, disentangled sentences formed a much vivid vision of the truth behind the door. “F—Fuck!” “Oh...oh” Jimin knewwhat he was a witness to but it didn’t seem to hinder the propelling motion of his feet. His knuckles were turning white around the handle of the bucket he carried as his heart thudded in the cavern of his ribcage. “Yeah...Yeah!” “Shhhhh!” “Oooo...” “Shut up!” Jimin let his stubby fingers waver over the door knob. The heated commotion coming from beyond was enough to make him sweat. Snippets of moaning and the rattle of what he could only perceive as a body being grinded against a shelf had him holding in a breath he never realized he’d inhaled…until it slipped harshly past his plump lips. And it was loud. All movement immediately ceased, followed by frantic shuffling and a string of curses. Jimin barely had time to react before a familiar head of black, unkempt hair burst out of the closet, reciting an undoubtedly practiced apology for something he wasn’t actually sorry for. “Ah! Seonsaeng, it’s not what it loo—“ The harrowing eyes of the red-handed teen grew to the size of saucers before snapping the figurative plates in halves to represent his incredulous fury. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” “Wha? Who is it, Honggi?” The aggravated athlete pushed the smaller statured boy into a wall. “Fucking fairy boy Jimin getting off on your tits.” There was a giggle, “Or your dick.” There were two, laughing as one now. “Probably both. You like to watch? Huh? You perv.” A forearm pressed firmly against Jimin’s esophagus making it impossible for him to answer, but he knew that was never Honggi’s intention. It was all rhetorical. However, that didn’t stop him from choking on automated responding words. “N-No, I-I—I’m s-s-s—sorry!” “Oh, well that fixes everything, Honggi-yah. He’s sorry.”The other presence he’d come to recognize as Ruri, mockingly pouted as she fixed the button down to her uniform. It wasn’t deliberate, but the pubescent boy in him couldn’t resist the urge to glimpse at the cleavage that’d been presented to him in a sloppy manner—even on the verge of a beat down. It didn’t go unnoticed, unfortunately. “Oh?” Honggi raised a brow. “He clearly hasn’t had enough.” The pressure on his throat became crushing. Ruri secured the top button as she blew air at her side fringe. “Typical of a virgin.” She sidled up next to the blonde, letting her manicured fingertips skim over the fabric between his legs. “You like what you see?” A swift elbow jabbed her in the crook of her shoulder, jolting her entire demeanor. “I get that you’re a slut, Ruri-yah, but mochi boy over here? Seriously?”Honggi spat in her direction, barely making eye contact. If Ruri wasn’t so blindsided by her lust, she’d see the real insincerity and her worth to the neanderthal in those words alone. Jimin did. Instead, she searched for instant approval, mouth agape. “Honggi…I-I didn—“ “I don’t care. I’m done with you anyway.” The athlete’s fierce gaze never left the blonde’s submissive one and the girl just stood there, purposefully letting the hint escape her. This displeased the elder greatly as he scrunched his features in anger. “Go!” She didn’t implore any further, betrayal evident in the pit of her irises. A fist curled into her chest as she stormed off in the opposite direction. Part of Jimin panicked, knowing that he was at the mercy of his attacker and being alone now could mean endless possibilities of torture. The other part, relieved. “Now, you listen up, pretty boy.” Honggi’s aggressive tone and hot breath had Jimin reeling. His stench was something akin to manly and feral—a boy pretending to be a man. “If you utter a word to anyone about what you saw just now,” The blonde squeaked at the additional weight Honggi added to emphasize his point. “I’ll make you permanently mute and everyday at school will be a living nightmare. I’ll let the wolves tear you apart. No one will ever hear the pathetic cries of poor Park Jimin. You’ll wish you were dead. Do you understand?” By this point, it was becoming quite difficult for Jimin to remain at the surface of consciousness. His airways were completely blocked and the fingers he’d wrapped around the elder’s forearm began to go numb. His eyes squinted, trying to make Honggi one entity instead of two. “Ya got it?!” The younger’s mouth flopped like a fish before the bucket he’d been carrying clattered to the floor, prompting the athlete to let him go. He hit the ground with a decent thud and his lungs burned as he gasped for all of the air taken from him. It would prove to be a little too much as he sputtered, choking on nothing. Honggi stared at him for a mila-second, irises like coals. Jimin had never really been on the radar for major bullying, until he decided to dye his hair half a year ago. It started off a chocolate brown, gradually lightening until it broke school code. There wasn’t even a real reason as to why he’d done this, he was just tired of looking at the same old Jimin day in and day out. Nothing changed because everything stayed the same; a mere shadow even amongst the kids in the debate club. He grew bored of it and the more daring he became, the more attention he received—good and bad. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, but his quieter personality never quite caught up with his loud expressionism. Which made him, suddenly, an easy target. He was considered a decent looking boy studying dance which was accumulated of mostly girls, so other boys already didn’t like him for that. But,because he blended in, they felt no need to openly torment him. Now that he stands out…and girls give him more attention…. “Honggi-yaaahh! This story is too spooky! Stop it!” Jimin’s umber hues honed in on a first year girl, cleverly exaggerating her fright to seem more helpless. For some reason, girls think this is cute—or rather, guys eat it up. He’d never really understand. “Ah, I just think it’s annoying how slow you’re telling it.” The corner of the blonde’s lip upturned, smirking at the obvious boredom Minseo, the one with the blue bow, experienced. Reveling more so since she was the one Honggi was trying to impress the most. The irony was beautiful. “Hey, it’s for the atmosphere! What’s a good story without atmosphere?” He defended. She crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s a story without an ending? Get on with it!” Cho Minseo was a slightly above average student, honest, headstrong. She wasn’t captain of the debate club nor a class president but she did lead his dance group and she was unusually attractive. She had a repertoire extensive enough to pin her as a popular, model student—next to the actual class presidents, of course. And yet…   You would think a girl like that would have a reputation to protect but there he was, arm lingering by her backside as he leaned in to put emphasis on his stupid story he was retelling. And Jimin knew this story rather well. It was a fairly recognizable urban legend told relatively all across Asia. Details changed from country to country but it all came to the same conclusion. A gorgeous woman, too narcissistic and vain to care about anyone but herself, used her beauty to manipulate those around her—to her husband’s displeasure. He was so distraught and jealous that in the heat of an argument, he sliced her face from ear to ear, thus ending her life as she bled out. “Dying so violently, her vengeful spirit roams the streets at night, looking for pretty, youthful girls.” Honggi comedically crept around the small group, it was nauseating. Especially when he began to make things up. “ ‘Ah, yeppeun yeoja, why are we out so late at night?’ She’ll say as she admires your skin.” Honggi imitates the ghoul with the tone of an old lady. “Then, before you can answer, she’ll ask ‘Do you think I’m beautiful?’ “ Here, the athlete jerked quickly around to Minseo, grabbing a hold of the second year’s shoulders as a string of hoarse words left his mouth. Jimin imagined he thought it would be scary and to these girls, it was. “And she’ll rip off her surgical mask as she rips into your own face! Raaah!” Minseo jumped, the rest of the group squealed, and the blonde rolled his eyes at the botched urban legend. Nothing was more annoying than someone exasperating their actions to woo another. The student swatted at him in irritation. “Honggi-yah! Don’t do that!” The boys in the room erupted in laughter and soon after, the squeamish girls followed. Minseo, however, was still not pleased. “You’re such a child, you know that?” Her irises flickered to Jimin’s. “And I don’t even think that’s how it goes either, right Jimin-ah?” This sudden inclusion startled the blonde; Not that the popular girl talking to him was unusual, rather that she’d seek his wisdom on anything. She was usually the one with all the answers. “A-Ah…um…” Radiating heat from the blaze smoldering in Honggi’s pupils burned Jimin’s skin. He could tell the older was unhappy with the dynamic shift of the situation. He was supposed to be the center of attention, yet everyone’s eyes rested on the dancer. Jimin never perspired more in his life. “Tch, you’re asking fairy boy? As if he knows anything other than hair dyes and frolicking in fields.” Honggi spat, eyelids narrowing. Several students chuckled as Jimin felt his whole body run hot—and it had nothing to do with the staring. His hand hit against the surface of his desk as he abruptly stood up, voice silencing the room in its entirety. “First of all, Kuchisake-onna would approach anyone. Even Neanderthals like you.” Tiny, low “OoOoOo” ‘sfilled in the empty spaces of the blonde’s rant. “Second, she doesn’t rip your face off—she matches it with her own. Whether you answer yes or no, doesn’t matter. But most importantly,” Jimin had mindlessly stepped closer to the awed students. “You have to confuse her to get away, but you can get away.” His gaze lingered to his fingertips gliding along the desks. “At least in our version.” Umber hues snapped to meet fiery ones. “Being as this is the occult club, you should at least know the most basic of urban legends.” A smug smile touched his plush lips. “Unless, you’re just here to impress—“ “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, Jimin?!”Honggi’s face was redder than a stop sign as he charged at the younger like a bull. The blonde’s eyes widened, realizing the mistake in his boldness as large hands gripped the fabric of his button down at the shoulders. “I’m gonna fuc—“ “Eh! Enough.” The slamming of heavy books hitting the top of the teacher’s desk seized everyone to attention. Beady eyes of an adult burrowed into Honggi’s frozen form, a storm brewing on the horizon. Min Yoongi was not know for tolerating bullshit. “I didn’t volunteer to supervise this club to babysit troublemakers. If you want reprimands so badly, go to the principal’s office. This is the occult club, Honggi. If you have true interest then you should be more grateful for the knowledge your classmate has offered you.” His eyes shifted, leaning into his desk. “However, there is no need to patronize your fellow classmates either if they don’t know as much as you. Jimin, we’re all here to learn and share, let’s do it gracefully.” Both parties nodded in agreement, making eye contact for only a split second before returning to their seats. Yoongi shuffled a few books as he moved passed the incident to initiate today’s discussion. “As usual, any student can feel free to open the floor with any article or piece of supernatural or strange activity. If not, we can pick a topic together.” There was a cough before a student in the back grinned, “We should discuss the issue of the ghost in the girl’s bathroom in the upper wing.” A few groans and hisses from the females of the group followed the sarcastic notion. “Seriously? There’s no ghost!” Another boy chimed in, “Are you sure? The groans sound pretty ghostly to me.” Bursts of laughter, angry girls, slaps all around. Jimin couldn’t remember ever feeling so agitated in his life as he stared at the specks in the ceiling. Yoongi let it go on for another half second before he straightened himself out to interfere. Although, instead, a meek voice broke through the horseplay. “I-I I’ve got something I’d like to share.” Nobody had heard the boy at first, chatter and jokes continuing to fill the air, until Yoongi let his palm drop heavily against wood. “Eh! Quiet! Listen up!” Minseo started to shush everyone as all eyes focused on little Choi Chul. He was a short boy, shorter than Jimin maybe. His black hair was almost a bowl cut with round rimmed glasses to complete his unthreatening appearance. The blonde had seen him in the hallways now and again but he only ever interacted with the shy boy in this club. He kept mostly to himself, so nobody knew much about him. Which also made him a target. Yoongi jutted his chin in the boy’s direction, “Go on.” Chul swallowed, a minor sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Uh—uhm, well has anyone read the newspapers recently?” “No, why don’t you enlightening us, ghouly-chuly.” Honggi snickered, a thumb brushing the tip of his nose. One harsh look from the teacher wiped that smirk right off his face. There was something about the intensity of the adult that instantly put people on edge. He was a teacher, sure, but no one would be surprised if he actually ran with yakuza or something behind closed doors. The nervous boy continued, “Well...there’s been...there was an animal attack.” He peered at his thumbs, twiddling one another. “A little old lady that lived only a few houses down from me—“ “I’m sorry, but what does an animal attack have to do with the occult club?” A snide girl crossed her arms. Man, no one gave this kid a break. Jimin sneered at her, “Well, maybe if you let him finish, we’ll find out.” She made a face; Jimin ignored her to encourage the skittish boy to finish his story. There were a lot more people under Honggi’s spell than he thought. Chul gulped loudly, nervous stare boring holes into his desk. “Halmeoninim was a very kind, elderly woman who loved n-nothing more than to tend to her garden. I-I remember her complaining one day about some pest stomping through her flowers a few nights in a row...” He licked his lips to collect his thoughts, something eerie lingering around his recollection. “...I didn’t think much of it at the time but...” Chul paused again, whatever he was remembering had him fidgeting in his seat. Jimin didn’t know if he could stand the anticipation. Groans and grumbles washed over the classroom, too impatient to wait for the shy boy, whom was carefully choosing words to explain this peculiar moment in his life. Yoongi cleared his throat, “Chul, care to continue sharing with the club?” The boy’s face turned beet red, realizing his stagnant position. “A-Ah, sorry, Seonsaengnim! Ah—Ah, well Halmeoninim says one evening that she’s got something that’ll fix the pest real good. I remember because I was on my way home from an academic meet.” His fingers found their way to the ends of his blazer, rolling the fabric about. “A-And, she was quite flustered—ripping out crushed flowers to build some sort of alarm.” His brows furrowed. “Come to think of it, it really wasn’t built very well. The structure’s foundation should have had less—“ “Get on with it, Chul!!” A classmate agonized. The boy faltered again, twirling the ends of his blazer with force. “A-Ah, sorry! Um, well, I only heard her mumbling about the pest as I passed, but later that night...” His whole body went rigid and his voice seemed to take on a dark tone, as if he was possessed by the memory. “It was a chillier night, few clouds in the sky. I had my window ajar because the breeze felt nice while I studied but...someone—something rustled several feet outside. Definitely in her yard. I thought I might have just been hearing static noises inside voided space but then, whatever contraption she built, snapped.” His eyes widened then and Jimin didn’t know why, but goosebumps littered every inch of his skin. The terrified expression on Chul’s visage was certainly bone chilling. The blonde felt like he was reliving the moment with him. “I heard shouting at first.” Chul’s voice trembled. “Halmeoninim was anger but whatever entered her garden was angrier.” He’d stopped fidgeting to grip the stiffer fabric, knuckles pale. The whole club suddenly seemed on edge. “It was quick, quicker than you might imagine because telling it now makes me feel like I should have done more.” Chul’s lips moved up and down for a few seconds without any sound. You could almost hear the dryness stuck between them. “I—the howl...howling, the howling was the worst of it. It was long, drawn out, macabre. She would have died that night no matter what. There’s no reasoning with a beast.” A minute passed, silence engulfing the room. Everyone waited for a conclusion but Chul didn’t appear to offer any. He was frozen in a horrific moment in his life, replaying events that he would never speak of again; details that no one would ever know. “Ah, Chul? Are you suggesting she was attacked by a wolf?” Yoongi offered to break the unease that’d settled. The shy boy pursed his lips, shaking his head. “No, more like torn apart. Seonsaengnim, th-there was nothing left of her.” Everyone gasped, some scrunched their faces in disgust. A random shouted, “They never said that in the paper! You’re lying!” “No!” Chul whipped around so fiercely that all of the students jumped. Jimin had never seen the boy so worked up and judging by everyone else’s initial reaction, neither had they. “You didn’t see what I saw! It wasn’t like any other animal attack documented!” He was addressing the class but his pupils remained fixated on the flooring. His petite frame quivered, knees knocking together. “I—I...she...completely gone...her face...ffft...” It was clear he was in the midst of having a mental breakdown and being the only adult, Yoongi had to act fast. “Uh, could someone help Chul to the infirmary. He looks unwell.” There were whispers and exchanged glances, but nobody volunteered. “Anybody?” The lack of compassion for the boy visibly irritated the teacher; tiny crinkles forming around his slim eyes, but before he could express his disappointment, a feathery voice chimed through the thick air. “I’ll do it.” Jimin lifted himself from his seat, small hands fitting onto either side of Chul’s shoulders. “Chul-ssi, let’s step out for a bit, yeah?” The shy boy’s teeth tugged on his bottom lip as he followed the majestic blonde. He’d stopped babbling incoherent sentences in favor of holding in the tears that threatened to spill from his lids. His inner turmoil too great to resist the pull of the schoolmate out into the empty hallway. And just like any other coward Jimin knew of, a wave of hushed mockeries flittered behind their backs. They were mostly about Chul—however, offering to help the least liked student only expanded the blonde’s blip on the radar; Honggi making sure he paid for his insolence. Stepping away from the wall of ignorance surprisingly made a difference in the oxygen they breathed. It was almost as if the hallway was another dimension and all the negative feelings harbored in the classroom simply didn’t exist here; A weight, lifted. Jimin let out a long sigh and Chul filled the silence in-between. “Jimin-ssi, you believe me right?” Umber irises became slits as warm brown eyebrows knitted his expression together. “Ah…” Chul’s shoulders sagged, “You don’t do you?” The sad boy hung his head. “Nobody does.” Jimin jilted Chul to a sudden stop, releasing the other so he could pivot himself in front of the boy. “No, that’s not it. I believe you—“ “You know, they exist.” Behind thick rimmed glasses lay glossy pupils that stared blankly at the blonde. “Shape shifting from one thing to another. Hiding just under our noses…” Jimin didn’t know why that sent a shiver down his spine. Chul seemed so sincere in his conviction it was hard to argue his truth. It was certain the boy had seen something, but could that something be painted up to be a wer— “Jimin-ah! Chul-ah!” A familiar yet unexpectedly deep voice called. Both other boys focused their attention to a tall, slender boy with a saxophone strapped to his posterior. He’d been known as the extremely handsome and eloquent second year throughout his grade, despite his aloof personality. “Ah, Tae-Tae.” But to Jimin, he was just his best friend. “Uh, Taehyung-ssi!” Chul dipped his head even further. The handsome boy smiled as he approached the two. “No need for the formalities, Chul. I’ve told you this.” His line of sight captured the blonde’s. “No dance practice today, Hyung?” Jimin’s cheeks naturally inflated like they always did around the gentle natured boy. “No, today’s an off day.” “Today’s the Occult Club meet.” Chul pushed up his glasses, only daring a glimpse. Taehyung’s lips formed into a circular shape, “Ohhh, right, I forgot Jimin- hyung attends.” His sharper features morphed back into a pleasant smile. “Club end early?” Jimin rolled his pink lips together, letting them pop into place. “No, not exactly.” “No one believed my story, Taehyung-ssi.” Chul was suddenly very talkative. Maybe it was because they were in the same class or maybe the kind aura that radiated off the saxophonist felt like a warm blanket, either way, details spilled. “They all still think she was attacked by some generic animal. And what I heard—what I saw…paranoid. Maybe too many monster movies.” Taehyung looked sympathetic, always a hero to the weak. “Chul, I believe you.” “You do?” Jimin couldn’t stifle himself. Taehyung was weird, but he usually held a great sense of reality. The younger expressed confusion toward the older. “Of course. No one saw what Chul saw but Chul. So how can we tell him he didn’t see it?” Typical. He should have seen this coming. It was as he liked to refer to it; Tae-logic. It made sense but only to a certain degree—and maybe only sometimes to Taehyung himself. You can’t argue someone’s opinion; An opinion is a view based on an individual’s mindset. One could say they saw a rabid dog while the other could claim it’s a shape shifting monster. Both are correct in their opinions but if the facts support the rabid dog, than the monster gets tossed into the trash. Opinions need facts to be believed by the general public. Or witnesses, which Chul has neither of. Taehyung is a very generous soul. “Riiight, but—“ “So you don’t believe me then, Jimin-ssi.” The disappointment in Chul’s face was almost heartbreaking. The older shook his head, “No, I told you that’s not—“ “That’s what it sounds like to me.” Taehyung wiggled his nose, smile still present across his lips. “But don’t take it personally, Chul-ah, hyung’s always been a bit of a pessimist.” Jimin grinded his teeth, “You mean skeptic.” The younger laughed, “That too.” The blonde made a face, preparing to counter the betrayal when Chul suddenly squeaked like a timid mouse. “It-It’s him!” “Who?” The others asked in unison. Their eyes trailed the same path as Chul’s to a fellow classmate of muscular proportions. He had height to him but his build was lean and being in school gym clothes made it more apparent. Assuming from the sweat that covered his body, he must have been part of a sports club. He lapped at the water from the fountain as if they were about to have a drought. “It-It’s Jungkook-ssi.” “Jungkook who?” Jimin was utterly lost. Taehyung swiftly picked up the pieces. “Ah, Jeon Jungkook. He’s a second year in our class. New to school.” The saxophonist brought his attention to his best friend. “Just moved here.” Jimin’s features were in a permanent state of perplexity. “From where?” “It doesn’t matter. Wherever he came from, he needs to go back.” Chul’s tone was nothing short of terrified. “Why are you like this?” “Yeah, Chul-ah, I feel a lot of negativity.” Taehyung commented. “You don’t understand. After the attack on Halmeoninim, him, his family, they just show up!” “Because…they…moved here?” Jimin found himself speaking as if he were talking to a six year old. “No!” Chul began to chew on his lips again. “He didn’t move anywhere near me. They were all just standing there, the Jeons. While everyone else was crying or hysterical they were just…they were just…” The other boys perked their heads, waiting on Chul to finish. This entire time the shy boy’s glare never left the figure of Jeon Jungkook. His whole demeanor was unraveling with each passing second but he never took his eyes off him. “They just looked…hungry.” If Jungkook was aware of the boys and their conversation he hadn’t shown it until now. As those words left Chul’s mouth, as if on cue, his chin snapped the rest of his head up in their direction. He glowered, there was no mistaking that, and no one was sure if it was because they were discussing him solely or something else that triggered him. How long had he been at that water fountain anyway? Was it even possible for him to hear them from such a distance? And even if he could, why react now? A million questions filtered through Jimin’s brain only causing him to feel guilty for being as suspicious as Chul towards someone he’s never even met. Out of everyone, Chul should know how hard it is to be new, outcasted, and unadjusted. However, before he could reprimand the shy schoolmate, Chul took off running opposite the two. It perturbed the two but not as much as the husky breath of the apparent athlete that materialized behind them in mere seconds. They both found themselves jumping backwards. “Who is that?” Jungkook demanded. Jimin didn’t know what to say but Taehyung bounced back quickly. “Choi Chul, and I’m Kim Taehyung. We’re in the same year but I don’t believe we’ve met.” Taehyung’s amiable presence usually melted anyone’s hard exterior. “And this is Park Jimin, also a second year.” Jungkook appeared unimpressed. The saxophonist changed tact. “Uh, uhm has Chul done something?” “Yeah, he’s a creep.” The raven haired boy moved his endlessly dark brown hues to Jimin. “Always staring at me in a weird way, stalking me, talking about me. Tell your friend to lay off. I don’t need any weirdos hanging around outside my house” Both were taken aback by the boy’s blunt nature; his point was loud and clear though. “O-Oh, I see.” Jungkook eyed Jimin up and down making the older feel uncomfortable. It was almost like he knew a secret that Jimin wasn’t privy to; The whole vibe unsettling. Then, as if realizing his upper hand, he flashed a toothy grin. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around then.” The statement was so strange that even after the boy trotted off, Jimin couldn’t shake the ominous feeling behind it. It left him speechless, until a ridiculous after thought hit him when Jungkook was out of visibility. He turned incredulously to Taehyung, “Was he just hitting on me?!” He paced in circles, resuming. “And why would Chul be hanging outside of his house? Chul barely leaves his front yard.” “Mm, unless he thinks we all walk to and from school together.” Taehyung offered calmly. Jimin somehow consistently found himself out of the loop. “What does that have to do with anything?” Abruptly, his best friend laughed. “Jimin-hyung, I know I’m not always aware of my surroundings but I at least know my own neighbors.” “What?” Taehyung was too amused by this situation. “Jimin, he’s the one that moved in next door to you. He’s your new neighbor.” End Notes What are your guys thoughts? I have a lot of ideas for this one and I promise, it will get a little more spoopy! ;P Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!