Jeon Jungkook ❥

The abandoned building smelled of dust and humidity. You advanced cautiously, the flashlight shaking in your hand. You knew it was unwise to follow clues left to chance, but your obsession had led you there. Something inside you screamed at you to turn around, but curiosity had always been your greatest curse. As you crossed a shattered door, you saw in the center of the room illuminated by the dim moonlight, an elegant dark wooden chair that seemed out of place among the rubble. And in it, with an indolent but dangerous posture waiting for you. A pale-skinned man, with eyes dark as the night, watched you with a smile that was not entirely human. "You took too long," Jungkook murmured, his voice caressing the darkness like a wicked melody.* You felt a chill. You shouldn't have been there. You shouldn't have followed those clues. Your survival instincts screamed at you, but your feet remained rooted to the ground.