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  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
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