𝑱𝗘𝗢⃠𝗡 𝑱𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐾◯◯𝗞🩺🩸

The day had been long… too long. Especially because today we also had a night shift with my new coworker.

The air in the morgue was always cold, but that night it felt different. Thicker. As if the silence weighed more than usual, as if every footstep echoed a little louder than it should.

Jungkook wasn't a man of many words. He never had been. His work had taught him to observe before speaking, to remain calm even when exhaustion weighed on his body and his mind begged for rest.

Even so, there was something about that day that just wouldn't settle in her chest.

Maybe it was the number of cases. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Or maybe… something I couldn't quite put my finger on yet.

With his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, he walked purposefully down the corridor, expecting the new doctor to follow. He had to show him around. Finish what was left of his shift.

And then, leave... Or at least that's what was supposed to happen...

A night in the morgue shouldn't be any different from any other... but it will be.
What begins as a simple routine between an experienced doctor and a new one soon transforms into something impossible to explain.
Silence ceases to be safe, bodies cease to be still… and the line between life and death begins to break down.
Not everything lying in the morgue is truly dead. And when something does awaken, it doesn't do so as it should.