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- 09/01 12:23 AM
seokjin really likes jungkook.
he is cool and funny and one of the best people to spend your time with.
adding to all that, he was practically raised by seokjin and the others, so he is the adored youngest child of bangtan. making him seokjin's heart and soul.
despite all of this though, jungkook was also really weird.
he's always lived a non-conventional lifestyle, but it seemed like his fanatics have gotten even worse over the past weeks.
it wasn't anything too much out of the ordinary, but he would fall asleep at random times and still felt tired after waking up.
maybe it was out of pressure from their temporary break as a group, or maybe the worries of old age are finally getting to him. (25 isn't old but seokjin wants to tease him as much as possible)
yes, the work they do is hard, and he barely has time to rest. but for fucks sake, how did he manage to sleep almost 26 hours and still wake up restless? he even skipped out on seokjin's mandatory game night.
ignoring how jungkook betrayed him and made yoongi (who can't hold a controller to save his life) his game night partner, seokjin still loves and cares for him deeply.
which is exactly why, despite being a little more than tipsy, seokjin broke into his uncle's farm to bring a bag of grapes to jungkook's front door to celebrate his birthday.
"i will be back in a minute! just wait for me here, or in the car, i won't mind!" he reassures his bodyguard, waiting for the man to reluctantly leave, then knocking on the door. he has a spare key but his hands are full of grapes and his eyesight isn't the best right now.
he knows jungkook is having a live right now, but is sure he would still open the door for him.
after a few seconds of melodic knocking, he can feel someone's presence behind the door and right then the door jolts open.
seokjin startles at how the door was thrown open, and he composes himself before looking up at his friend. for a second he can notice an unrecognizable edge to how jungkook stares at him, but it disappears immediately when the boys' face melts into a smile.
"jin hyung!" he chirps trapping seokjin in a hug. "you came!" jungkook pulls him inside laughing.
"of course i did, happy birthday!" he hugs him again, this time in front of the camera.
seokjin turns to say hello to the viewers and he swears he feels this uncanny presence behind him, so through the corner of his eye tries to find the source, but it's just him and jungkook.
he dismisses the feeling and just talks to the fans.
after a few minutes of his humorous drunk babbling, he tells their fans that he will be leaving but just sits down behind the camera. watching as the younger as he continues his live and trying not to make any sounds.
he notices a wine bottle on the table, one that he doesn't recognize. he is about to go up and investigate but stops when he feels a burning gaze on him.
he turns back, eyes meetings jungkook's who has stopped the live.
there it is, the unfamiliar gaze. again, it stays for like a second and drifts away when jungkook smiles at him.
they settle in the living room, sitting opposite each other. having a few more drinks and focussing on scarfing down the cake.
seokjin can notice how jungkook isn't really in the mood, he seems quiet and tense so he doesn't push the boy to do anything or explain, he might just be tired again.
like before, he stops talking and just stares at seokjin but this time like he was trying to read him. he mumbles something and seokjin decides to start talking again.
"hey what are you mumbling about?" he laughs but it isn't returned.
the room is filled with an odd silence, which even in his drunk state seokjin is way too aware of. normally they are the loudest when left together so the quietness is a bit off-putting.
he wants to ask about his day, or maybe what the hell is up with this silence but can't seem to muster up the confidence.
it is weird because normally the younger boys' presence is so comforting.
seokjin opens his mouth to speak when jungkook looks up at him and their eyes meet. there is that bizarre look in his eyes again.
it glints in his eyes for a second and disappears when the boy tilts his head in confusion. "were you going to say anything?"
"oh, nothing." he lies.
"why do you look so nervous?"
seokjin gulps at the question, he feels put on the spot for some reason. it's jungkook but why does he feel so tense like he is talking to someone else?
"hyung?"
that scares him even more.
he should really stop drinking because why the fuck is this atmosphere?
"sorry jungkook, i am a little drunk so everything feels weird for me."
"what is so weird?" jungkook half laughs, but again there's an unknown edge to his tone.
concerned for his own well-being, seokjin jumps off the couch and scurries to the other side of the room trying to redirect the conversation.
he goes for the wine bottle he saw earlier, this time inspecting it, "since when do you drink this wine?" it was a herbal wine, not something he would expect the younger to drink.
suddenly the air feels a lot thicker. jungkook isn't smiling anymore and starts to get off the couch.
seokjin watches nervously as he gets up and walks across the room, straight toward him. in the back of his mind he can imagine the headlines tomorrow, 'bts member jeon jungkook murders kim seokjin after his birthday live for asking a decent question.'
jungkook takes the bottle from his hand. seokjin had gripped it like some sort of bat but now his weapon of defence was gone. he is prepared to start begging his friend for mercy but is astounded when he hears jungkook chuckle normally.
"dubonnet? it's actually very shitty," he grins setting the bottle down and returning to his seat. he mumbles something again but this time seokjin catches it, "so it's no wonder she likes this," he whispers to himself.
based on all the odd behaviour coming from jungkook, seokjin should shut up and not question it, but he is still too tipsy for his own good.
he slips out a "who are we talking about?" and immediately regrets asking when jungkook glowers at him.
seokjin considers two things at that moment, run the fuck away and hide from whatever demon this is, or wait and inquire further because he is a nosy shit.
he doesn't have to make the decision though, because jungkook dismissively replies "oh no one."
seokjin won't lie, he is still alarmed by the younger, but he notes how his tone of voice has gone back to normal.
he doesn't say anything so, "are you okay hyung?" jungkook asks with droopy eyes.
and it's strange, seokjin thinks because he swears he just felt the air shift again, back to something comfortable.
he brings himself to look the younger in the eye, with no unfamiliarity in his eyes or hostility in his voice, just plain old jungkook nodding off.
"i am fine don't worry, why don't you go to sleep for tonight? you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow," he ruffles the youngers' hair, suddenly overtaken by adoration for him.
jungkook only nods and they go to his room so he can sleep.
after tucking him in seokjin is about to leave, but he grabs ahold of his hand, eyes already shut from sleep trying to overtake him, "good night, you're a really good guy, thank you for taking care of him," he slurs the last part.
seokjin smiles quietly escaping to one of the guest rooms when it hits him, what did he mean by 'taking care of him'?
he scratches the back of his neck, it is way too late to be worrying about this stuff.
after letting his bodyguard know to just leave, he locks the door (in case demon jungkook returns and decides to behead him) and heads off to sleep.
- 09/01 2:05 PM
earlier namjoon was on twitter scrolling through his timeline, bored because he had nothing to do. liking a few posts he found funny, or bookmarking some tweets he could show the members later. (bro was on his stan account)
for the most part, everything seemed normal, people thirsting over yoongi's new hair or someone getting cancelled for preferring orange juice over apple juice when a thread pops up titled " jungkook as princess diana. "
over the years he has seen this type of thread, it was always a quick laugh. namjoon personally loved seeing how far-fetched the theories could get.
this thread, however, was not like the ones he had seen before. instead of jokes, it was about how the two had similar mannerisms.
things like how they reacted to different situations and likes/dislikes.
namjoon was amused by the tweets; a small part of him wanted to indulge in them more. thinking about all the years he spent with jungkook, it's crazy how the two are so alike.
he is about to read another fan theory when yoongi texts him about coming over to his studio to help with something new.
he was already in the building so he replies saying he would be there in a minute.
the time spent working isn't too long, they had a party planned for their youngest member later so the quicker they get home, the better.
so less than an hour later namjoon is getting ready to leave, he packs up his things and is about to head out.
"wait before you head to the dorm, can you go hint to jungkook that he needs to head there too?" yoongi asks.
"jungkook is here?"
"yeah, the birthday boy has locked himself in one of our practice rooms," yoongi replies twirling around in his chair.
"wait that's perfect i wanted to show him this tweet," namjoon whips out his phone showing off the thread from earlier.
yoongi looks at it skeptically and brushes off namjoon, "you could have just sent the link though?"
"i wanna see his live reaction."
"i doubt you will get a reaction out of him. he was seriously weird this morning."
"what do you mean?"
yoongi stops swivelling his seat, "you know the tall kid, soobin? apparently, he tried entering earlier and came out saying how jungkook looked scary. poor kid has been crying since!"
namjoon rolls his eyes, "c'mon hyung, soobin cried when seokjin accused him of lying about his height, i don't think he has reliable information on jungkook. poor kid was probably just intimidated by him doing a backflip."
"i would be pretty intimidated too if i be honest."
"it's jungkook, what's the worst he could do to me?" he laughs, opening the door.
"even jin hyung said he was acting weird last night."
"jin hyung has a massive hangover, he was just drunk."
"don't say i didn't warn you," yoongi shrugs before namjoon shuts the door.
namjoon laughs at himself thinking about jungkook being "scary"; as if that muscle pig could do anything to anyone.
yoongi's studio has the inconvenience of being the farthest from the practice rooms, namjoon guesses he must have intentionally picked this room so he could avoid dance practices.
the distance isn't too far though so namjoon opens up his phone again while waiting for an elevator to open.
he is reading through twitter again, this time a thread on the reincarnation cycle. he doesn't believe in this stuff but it caught his interest because it was about his youngest member.
" with the twenty-fifth birthday of jungkook, diana's spirit should be able to feel liberation and take control for a short time, there is no way they typed this out," he laughs to himself.
the following tweet is a bunch of pictures from last night's live, " as bts has mentioned, jungkook has been increasingly tired. he is going to experience extreme mood change- no way, this is too funny."
namjoon cackles to himself in the empty hall, he has his hand over his mouth trying to muffle himself.
he is bent over himself and while in his hysterics, he didn't notice the elevator opening, or the confused people standing inside.
a cough reminds him of his reality and he looks up to see two people staring down at him, "oh, hello soobin, beomgyu," he says without batting an eye.
namjoon stands up properly, entering the elevator without acknowledging the embarrassing pose he was in. thankfully the boys don't mention it either.
"hi," beomgyu bows and smiles at him.
namjoon beams at him, then turns to soobin who has a red nose and appears to be avoiding eye contact, "you okay?"
hearing namjoon must've been a catalyst for soobin because upon their eyes meeting, the tall boy's face contorts downwards and he makes a sound similar to a wail.
"jungkook hyung is scary," his words are mellowed down by a sob. immediately namjoon feels regret, "wait, wait don't cry! i am sorry!" he says frantically, panic evident in his voice.
beside soobin, beomgyu only shakes his head in annoyance, not even attempting to soothe his friend. "it wasn't that big of a deal, you interrupted him so he was mad," he sighs.
"you don't get it! he looked completely different, his eyes beomgyu! the eyes looked like he would kill me!" he continues crying to beomgyu's irritation.
the next few minutes are spent with namjoon trying to reassure him while beomgyu scrutinizes him.
when the elevator arrives on the dance floor soobin has been reduced to slight sniffles here and there, namjoon waves the two boys off and gets off, "i'll check what's up, please just stop crying."
with a deep breath, he walked to the room jungkook was in. a slight fear overwashing him now that he was finally at the door.
when namjoon enters the room, he swings the door open and holds it open with his foot, trying to let light inside. he can tell something is wrong.
for one, the lights are dimmed which is unreasonably something jungkook detests, and there is some odd music playing in the background.
don't hold it against him, namjoon loves all forms of music, but he knows damn well that jungkook wouldn't put on an 80's pop-rock song which was mixed with a monstrosity of a ballad. not willingly that is.
stepping inside, he is about to rudely criticize the song when the door unceremoniously slams closed. the darkness enveloping both namjoon and his thoughts.
"jungkook?" he asks the dim room, eyes flitting around to anywhere he picks up movement.
the song switches to an even older melodramatic ballad as namjoon trails deeper into the room, he can see something emitting light in the corner near the walls.
scrunching his eyes, namjoon can make out a figure.
creepily, jungkook's face is illuminated by his cell phone as he sits on a couch, staring at his phone and slowly swiping it. (where did he get a couch??)
"hey jungkook?"
he gets no response, jungkook doesn't even look up at him.
through the mirror behind him, namjoon can make out a picture of a man on the boy's phone. weird, he thinks.
he walks closer to jungkook, no matter the oddity in the air, this is still his best friend. what is the worst that could happen?
"what are you watching?" he asks this even though he just watched jungkook caress a goddamn white man's face. he wishes he had his glasses on because, with his useless eyesight, he assumes the picture was ed sheeran.
the room is dark and namjoon has shit eyesight so he has to do a double take when jungkook looks up at him.
no cheery eye scrunch, or enthusiastic "hyung!" no, jungkook looks at him with a gaze that could kill people, muttering a low "what do you want?"
what does he want? probably to run the fuck away and maybe cry with soobin, but at the end of the day jungkook is still jungkook, so with minimal feigned courage, he walks up to the couch.
namjoon sits down beside him and tries to squeeze his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension. he failed however, the birthday boy was as stiff as rocks, and the look he gave namjoon meant danger.
well, turns out sitting down turns out to be a very bad idea. because now he is stuck in a dark room, cornered in his seat, too far from the door to attempt an escape, and his normally starstruck member looks like he wants him dead.
jungkook looks at him closer, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. it confuses namjoon because they spend every day together, but here jungkook was, looking at him as if for the first time. it was terrifying.
"you're kind of scaring me, kook," namjoon scoots backwards but jungkook seems to get closer.
"how come?"
he probably wasn't trying to be frightening but he was scaring the crap out of namjoon.
just then, the lights flicker on and to namjoon's salvation yoongi is seen peeking through the door, "ah- you two are still in here."
jungkook scrunches his face at the sudden introduction of light, brows pursed together in an attempt to see who turned on the lights.
yoongi walks towards them a bit confused by what was going on, namjoon looks terrified and jungkook is acting like a vampire. he doesn't comment on it, but instead directs his body towards the youngest, "listen i know being 25 isn't easy but don't glare at kids, soobin is apparently still crying."
once jungkook has fully composed his eyesight, he notices how namjoon has shielded himself behind yoongi.
he stares at yoongi like he is a stranger. now that namjoon thinks about it, jungkook was looking at him the same way before; like he was observing them before speaking.
jungkook, when he looks at yoongi it isn't a quizzical look, he looks more annoyed and bothered. he seems on guard ever since the elder walked in.
"what do you want?"
fuck, his voice sounded so rough and the tone of voice too? was he trying to pick a fight with yoongi? namjoon freezes, scared to see if anything goes down.
soobin was right, his eyes were seriously a threat.
"don't glare at me you shit," yoongi flicked at his forehead, he wasn't having any of this rude behaviour.
namjoon puts a hand over his mouth, dramatically gasping, which draws yoongi's attention for a second but he goes back to telling jungkook off.
"i'll tell jin hyung to kidnap bam again."
at the sound of seokjin's name, jungkook's ears perk up. his eyes forget the past hostility and are solely focused on yoongi, curiously.
"anyways, we should be heading back to the dorm now, jimin said he and hoseok finished cleaning up the place for us to use," yoongi nodded to himself.
surprisingly jungkook seems to snap out of the odd headspace and starts nodding along. namjoon can physically see his strained eyes drooping to his normal round ones.
"use for what hyung?" the lower pitch of his voice disappears.
"we have something to film today," namjoon drawls out, he was about to expose the party they had planned but quickly saved himself.
jungkook smiles at him and starts hopping around to clean up.
the complete flip in personality was throwing namjoon off, he looks questionably at yoongi but the elder only shrugs.
after they finish packing up, jungkook looks very sleepy. his attitude changes were oddly timed. how did he go from a furious unfamiliarity to his normal actions, now to extreme exhaustion?
namjoon can tell yoongi has also noticed all this, but unlike him, the elder decides not to act fazed in the slightest. he fakes indifference and takes jungkook by his hand.
they leave the room side by side, namjoon following behind slowly and uneasily. yoongi has his hand over the youngers' shoulder but somehow is still alive.
outside soobin and his team are waiting, but the second the tall boy sees jungkook he takes refuge behind beomgyu.
namjoon stops walking and waits with the group of boys, shouting "hyung you two go to the car! i just have to talk to soobin over here!" when the other two are far enough.
yoongi yells back an "okay!" without looking back and jungkook looks at them with a soft look in his eyes. namjoon tenses at eye contact.
still, he waves at jungkook, fake smiling until the boy is too far to make out.
he turns to the five boys beside him, clasping his hands together.
"so what do you kids know about princess diana of wales?"
- 09/04 3:00 AM
yoongi arrives at their shared dorm at the worst possible hour. he is cranky, sleepy and exhausted. he doesn't want to be held accountable for any shit he tells anyone so he tries to avoid any encounters before he is in his room.
rushing around his room, yoongi quickly changes into more comfortable clothes and brushes his teeth before dragging himself to bed.
he hasn't even gotten under his covers yet when there is a large bang against his door. he is about to inquire when a small sorry comes through the door.
he sighs and ignoring the sounds tries to fall asleep, which works perfectly.
however, he is awakened again by a ruffling noise, grunting he checks his phone, it was almost five in the morning.
he ought to kick out whoever was making so much noise. it's an unspoken rule but they have all agreed to be quieter in the mornings so who was this person that voided their laws?
yoongi groans when his feet make contact with the cold floor, to think he was being forced out of bed over something so stupid? he slowly walks out of the room, careful not to make any sounds because he actually is careful enough not to wake anyone.
whoever was awake must've been having a rough night because there are random magazines and water bottles scattered all over their kitchen island.
he begins to inspect the misplaced magazines but an echoing sound catches his attention first, the whole house is dark meaning no one else was alerted by the sounds.
yoongi creeps down the hall, following the sound of some sort of ruffling. he is eventually led towards jungkook's room, which is pitch black except for his washroom which is left ajar allowing light to glow out.
he and jungkook were the only ones with separate washrooms and they were connected by a wall so it made sense that he was the only one forced awake.
inside the washroom he finds jungkook hunched over the sink, water running as he massages it into his scalp. many bottles of hair toner and packets of hair bleach littered around the floor. his hair a damaged shade of blonde.
immediately yoongi is filled with rage because why the fuck was he woken up because of something so stupid? dying his hair at ass o'clock in the morning, really?
"what the fuck are you doing jungkook?" he tried to sound calm but raised his voice.
jungkook looks like a deer caught in headlights, literally. he freezes and turns his head very slowly toward yoongi and looks at him as if he were the odd one here.
to say yoongi is annoyed would be an understatement. he is beyond pissed and is most likely to say something he would regret. he stares jungkook right in the eyes trying to make reason with himself before opening his mouth.
there is a sharpness to jungkook's stare which the boy normally never has. that's when he notices it, the look of desperation. the look of someone scared and lost. someone who he knows just wants to be left alone.
but those eyes belong to his best friend, so even in his unfamiliar glory, yoongi would do anything for him.
he takes a deep breath before saying, "go to my room's washroom," he says and the boy doesn't move, his silence concerning yoongi, but he decides not to act like he noticed anything and adds, "also grab one of the older shirts from my closet."
he pushes jungkook towards the door, then steps back to the washroom, "stop standing there and get the shit, i'll bring this stuff to my washroom," he says bulking his hands with the hair products.
"why the hell are you ordering me around?" the low pitch in his voice is clearly distinguishable, jungkook never sounds like this.
yoongi blinks twice and rolls his eyes, "calm it angsty, go to the washroom i'll do your hair."
jungkook looks at him questionably and doesn't look like he is going to move anytime soon.
through his stoic expression seeps out the emotion of amity or the slight realization that yoongi isn't someone that is judging him and cares for him deeply. even if for a second, yoongi can see how jungkook's eyes shift from tense to soft and then return to tense.
"but why?"
yoongi shrugs, whatever anger he had felt for being awoken earlier had drowned in calmness, "well why not? i mean i am already awake, and i have a lot more experience with this stuff. besides, your hair is fried right now, if i don't help we will be saying hi to jeon baldkook tomorrow. "
"baldkook?"
"bad joke, sorry, just go to the washroom please."
jungkook doesn't say anything and leaves the room.
yoongi meets him in the washroom sitting on a stool in front of the sink, yoongi puts absurd amounts of bleach containers on the counter. he picks at the dried-up strands of orangish blonde hair and shakes his head, "why didn't you just make jin hyung bleach it for you? he is a pro at this shit."
jungkook looks down, gritting his teeth as he says, "i didn't want to wake him up, he needs his rest."
yoongi frowns and pats his head affectionately, "you need to rest too you know, so why don't we finish this up quickly? i also need my sleep," he suppresses a yawn.
hearing that jungkook looks up, eyes meeting yoongi's through the mirror.
his face drops and his eyes display an emotion close to guilt, but not quite as intense. maybe shame? he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and he looks as if he were unsure of what might be appropriate to say.
"don't say sorry, i'm not mad," yoongi observes him through the mirror, his eyes have softened and his mouth stays pressed in a straight line but there is a definite look of astonishment on his face.
they spend the next hour bleaching the rest of his hair and toning it, then waiting for it to set properly before finally washing his hair one last time.
it's way too loud for blow drying so they decide against that.
jungkook looks embarrassed as yoongi dries his hair with a towel, it's not like they haven't done this before, his guilty look and fidgety actions make the elder curious about why he was acting like a stranger.
still, yoongi is one to never speak on these things.
when they finish drying his hair, yoongi is tired but proud of himself and jungkook is barely awake anymore, "thank you hyung," he says in his regular bubbly tone, a bit toned down from drowsiness.
"sorry for being rude earlier, thank you," there's a shift in his tone and yoongi catches how his face looks a lot more perplexed. it isn't just embarrassment flushing his face, jungkook's entire demeanour had shifted in a matter of seconds.
yoongi doesn't say anything, only nodding as they part ways for the night. (is it even night though? seven fuckin am)
later when jungkook wakes up, yoongi watches how for a split second he is horrified to see his hair bleached perfectly blonde. he doesn't question it though and goes on with his day.
- 09/05 4:00 PM
the rumour that their youngest member was possessed was going around the bangtan dorm like wildfire. the key newsmonger being none other than their faithful leader.
some had seen evidence to back up this rumour while others decided to blame namjoon's lack of sleep. no one explicitly spoke about jungkook's bizarre behaviour and marked it off as unwanted angst, but they all knew he was acting off.
jimin and taehyung in particular were yet to witness anything solid that would prove his claims.
sure jungkook was acting a bit weirder. his hair was bleached, he wasn't gushing over namjoon's muscles, hadn't once gone to the gym since his birthday and he frequented more glares, but it was probably nothing right?
the two settled on a plan to observe any changes. they find him sitting in the living room staring off into space, which is normal so they don't question that.
right off the bat, they notice the subtle changes in his clothing. he always dresses properly but something about the too-perfectly tucked-in shirt and cashmere sweater was strange. especially considering his recent style mainly consisted of baggy sweatshirts.
it's crazy how they could notice small changes, and blame it on a decade of living together but jimin couldn't help pointing out how jungkook sat with a more poignant stance.
his shoulders stood stiffer and his posture wasn't as relaxed as usual. taehyung even pointed out how hyperaware he looked about his surroundings.
the two boys were hidden behind a counter doing a poor job at staying quiet, they knew that jungkook was already aware of their presence but for some reason he feigned ignorance.
either he was ignoring them or trying to figure out if this was an everyday occasion.
hoseok enters the room, another member who hasn't witnessed anything bizarre (yet). he tries questioning the two friends but ultimately gives up because they are weird like that.
he spots jungkook and beams at him, the blonde hair was new but so was everything else and he loved hyping his members up.
"jungkook!" he shouts and taehyung is about to drag him back to warn him of the dangers but is held back by the curiosity of how jungkook might react.
the boy in question doesn't say anything but gives hoseok a half smile. a nervous one.
hoseok sits down beside him and drapes himself over jungkook's lap just like he would do any other day. at first, jungkook stares at him blankly, coldly, but that quickly turns to a perplexed look when hoseok reaches to touch his ear.
"i love the earrings," he points out.
"holy shit, i didn't even notice, he has on like a bunch of pearl earrings!" taehyung yells and jimin, despite his poor eyesight, squints at the beautifully placed earrings. they were all mainly pearled and decorated all over his lobe going up to his century-old helix.
he thinks of three things, first, where did he get all those pearls? second, how the fuck is his cartilage piercing still alive? and lastly, why was jungkook pulling it off so well?
pushing past his thoughts, he looks back to the two members on the couch.
hoseok is still awestruck by the younger who seems to be in a trance while listening to him.
"the sweater is also adorable, is it new?"
jungkook is still silent but he nods this time, hoseok gleams at the response and pats his head sitting back up. the younger looks even more flustered now that hoseok is off his lap.
"looks great with your hair, did jin hyung bleach it for you?"
"yoongi hyung did," he finally spoke, but his voice was more hoarse and scratched up than normal. which was odd because he hadn't been practicing vocalization so there was no reason for the change.
hoseok continues fluffing jungkook's hair, "i think i have a hat that would match perfectly!"
"you do?"
"it's at my house though, do you want to go fetch it and we can have a little photo shoot!"
"your house?" he stutters out.
"yes! let's go."
hoseok hooks his arm around jungkook's waist to pull him up with him, completely oblivious to how his friend had now turned red.
from a distance, namjoon watches this whole exchange in shock.
hoseok is always like that, holding waists, hugging shoulders and being outwardly touchy. nothing new, and jungkook of all people was most used to it. so it doesn't make sense for him to start blushing like that?
"wait, let me get my bag and we can drive over to my house!"
as soon as hoseok is out of the room, taehyung turns to jimin and starts rocking him back and forth with exasperation, "wait shouldn't we go with them? what if he does something to hoseok hyung!"
"like kill him?"
"i was gonna say kiss him, but that's worse."
"literally everyone in our house wants to kiss him it's nothing new taehyung."
the two continue to bicker not realizing there is a looming shadow above them until a low voice asks, "what?"
fearfully turning around the two boys meet the piercing eyes of jungkook.
"oh hey kook, you got a new man crush? namjoon hyung is gonna be pretty sad you moved on.." jimin awkwardly laughs, sliding himself farther into taehyung to put distance between him and the youngest.
"you know, it's not nice to spy on people," jungkook scoffs at the two.
"this is all of our dorms you know," taehyung tries defending but shuts up when jungkook huffs his chest, a sharp and unknown edge to his eyes.
yeah, there was no way the normal jungkook could look so menacing, taehyung has to stop himself from gasping out loud.
it's not long before hoseok returns and leads the way out of the house. jungkook glares at the two of them one last time before dreamily following behind hoseok, an undeniable daint in the way he walks out.
the dorm falls into a stillness, probably shocked by what was just witnessed. jimin and taehyung stare at the now-closed door, evaluating whether they were just imagining the whole thing.
after way too long, taehyung clears his throat.
"so, do you want to call the exorcist or should i?"
"let's just call jin hyung first, yeah?"
- 09/06 6:24 PM
"we need to have an intervention," jimin slams his hands on their dining table, on a quiet tuesday evening. they are all at their shared dorm, most members are gathered around the living room when he decides to make this claim.
"for what?" namjoon looks up from his phone at jimin questionably.
taehyung thinks for a minute and snaps his fingers, "is this about me buying eighteen new ties?"
"or me stealing jin hyung's underwear?" hoseok raises his hand next, earning an offended gasp from seokjin beside him.
"or me making you guys japchae eleven times in a row ever since namjoon said he didn't like it?" yoongi asks unsure, but he knows that probably isn't it.
"we need to talk about that but no,"
"what is it then?"
"why the fuck is jungkook acting like someone else? don't tell me you guys haven't noticed how strange he's been," jimin swings his arms around dramatically, eyebrows raised high and creased with distress.
a collective "oh" sound across the room.
they all look around at each other, a common understanding in their eyes recalling the past week and jungkook's behaviour. seokjin is the first to speak, clapping his hands as he exclaims, "i knew it! i wasn't just drunk!" and then without missing a beat, "so do we know what is going on with him?"
"repressed teenager angst?"
"early life crisis?"
"hunger?"
"it's possession," the others look to namjoon after his claim (not a suggestion).
he continues elaborating, a crazed look in his eyes and the others can't tell if it's because he is being genuine or just heavily sleep deprived. "listen, guys, i think he is possessed by diana, you know the princess of wales! like it adds up, it's been 25 years since she died and the queen is sick-"
namjoon's standing up now, walking around the room as he explains the theory, none of his members comment because one, they want to see how far he can go with this and two, he actually made a lot of sense.
"also tell me you haven't seen the signs! like he suddenly bleaches his hair, wears pearls and drinks century-old wines that our normal jungkook would hate. also he looks at us like we are strangers!"
"i agree with the stranger's bit, but where are you going with all this?"
"i was thinking since yoongi hyung is the closest to royalty so maybe he should go talk to jungkook?" namjoon shrugs and the elder looks at him betrayed.
"no i shouldn't, the royals screwed her over, i am the last person that should visit him," yoongi scoffs.
"and did you seriously just say possessed?" hoseok looks at him incredulously.
namjoon turns red at the question that sounded more like an accusation than anything else, he peers at all of them, "i can literally hear a british accent guys, i am being so serious right now,"
"he is speaking korean!"
"you need to stop spending time on twitter and start sleeping!" hoseok yells at him with a ridiculed look in his eyes.
"how did he become our leader? i am still shocked you led us to the white house," seokjin whispers to jimin and taehyung who in turn only giggle.
namjoon frowns, "what does that have to do with this?"
taehyung continues giggling but straightens himself up, "well, possessed or not, we need to talk to him. lashing out at us isn't doing anything good for him. plus, he sleeps like twenty hours straight, that can't be healthy!"
"you're right, but who's going to tell him?" namjoon asks and is met with silence.
"c'mon anyone?"
namjoon hopefully looks over at jimin but he can't even look his way, "don't look at me, i am literally busan's prince, please leave me alone."
"listen, i have a son to get back to in case princess over there wants to kill me," taehyung also vetos himself out of checking.
seokjin sharpens his eyes at namjoon, poking his waist while speaking, "why don't you talk to him? you're our leader."
before namjoon could get a word in to defend himself, yoongi interrupts with, "actually hyung, jungkook really likes you, so you should talk to him," a hum of agreement is heard across the room and seokjin starts to panic.
"like the fuck i would, jungkook likes all of us, you go talk to him," he quickly deflects.
"i am talking about this jungkook! he is possessed, the internet said we need to communicate with the normal jungkook! maybe you can get through to him."
again, hoseok cuts in, "you don't actually think he is possessed do you?"
"listen hyung, i don't believe he is possessed but i agree with him, he seems to trust you. also namjoon hyung is deliriously sleep deprived, possessed or not, he would say something stupid and get killed," jimin says calmly, which is funny because he was the most stressed at the beginning.
"jungkook is in love with him though," seokjin replies, feeling cheated now that everyone was jumping at him.
"regular jungkook is, not this one."
"fuck you seriously can't believe he is poss-"
"god can any of you ever focus!" yoongi rolls his eyes.
the atmosphere becomes tense as they all look at one another with scrutinizing eyes, trying to see if anyone will step up and just volunteer. no one budges, however.
taehyung, who largely remained silent finally decides to speak up, "maybe hoseok hyung should go, his majesty said he was the ideal man. maybe diana has a crush on him."
"jungkook isn't possessed? for fucks sake. he is just acting like a moody 25-year-old," seokjin declares again, still salty about how he was ganged up on.
"then why are you refusing to check up on him yourself?"
"don't sass me."
in the end, it is hoseok who is set out to face jungkook.
the only way he agreed to go was if the other five follow behind him closely.
he was kind of holding the torch for the "not-possessed-but-moody" accusations, so he didn't have much of a choice but to accept going.
it was either him or seokjin because they just thought he was acting moody, but seokjin is a self-proclaimed weakling so in the case jungkook really is possessed he was not about to take a chance.
no one had contact with him since the morning when taehyung walked into him wistfully staring into the streets while sipping tea. it was confusing as to what was going on because one, the streets are filthy and two, jungkook doesn't like tea.
they all creep behind hoseok, fear growing as they get closer to his room. inside, there isn't a single sound so he may just be asleep, it wouldn't be shocking. namjoon swears he hears some kind of banging noise, but in his sleepless state, he isn't a reliable source.
"i have a bad feeling," namjoon whispers but is ignored.
maybe they shouldn't have ignored him.
because when hoseok knocks twice on the door and then slowly opens it, all they see is darkness in every corner of the room. the curtains are shut and the lights are dimmed to their lowest setting.
in the middle, jungkook sits on a revolving chair. he slouches on it, one hand resting on the armrest, while the other is strategically throwing darts around his room.
their eyes follow what he was aiming at, a giant dart board with pictures of what seemed like the british royal family plastered over it. he got all the darts hit the same spot repeatedly.
jungkook has already noticed their presence but makes no move to acknowledge them. the others watch in horror as he laughs when he misses the board.
the scary part wasn't the dartboard, but the insane look in jungkook's eyes whenever he looks back at them. he makes no comment, but his body language screamed "get the fuck out".
so suppressing a yell hoseok pushes everyone back into the hall and slams the door closed. he looks at everyone with a terrified look, silence overtaking their minds.
just to be sure they weren't having a collective hallucination taehyung perks the door slightly open. this time jungkook was stabbing a dart into a picture of this old-looking lady. he doesn't have it in him to close the door and just looks back to his members concerned.
they all abandon their plans to have an intervention and are abruptly busied with plans.
seokjin is suddenly being summoned to his parent's house to prepare dinner, and coincidently yoongi must also run errands for his family. namjoon isn't good at making excuses so he just uses his leader's authority to leave and hoseok runs off as well.
jimin and taehyung look between themselves, look at how the elder members have abandoned them and then look at jungkook who was still defacing camilla with darts.
hours later yoongi, hoseok and namjoon return to their dorm.
namjoon is already waiting at the door when the other two arrive. he shakes his head when he assumes seokjin still won't arrive. it is way past midnight and they assume his highness must be asleep by now.
upon entering the room the three boys are shocked at the sight before them.
they were assuming they would see jimin and taehyung locked in a room while jungkook is probably still vandalizing pictures of the royal family, not whatever this was.
seokjin sitting in the middle of the couch, jungkook sleeping with his head on his lap, jimin also resting his head on his shoulder and taehyung sleeping on the floor in front of them.
there is some century-old show playing on the television, plenty of food wrappers scattered on the floor and a shred-up magazine over the table. seokjin is too focused on maintaining his position to realize the three boys had returned.
"hyung?"
seokjin looks back at them, a hopeful look in his eyes before it contorts to a cold glare.
"fuck all of you, i spent the last four hours listening to him talking about his sons, which he doesn't fucking have! and then he made me tea and then gush about his crush on hoseok," he whispers-yells.
"on hobi?! what about me?"
yoongi shoves namjoon to the side, letting hoseok comfort his friend before walking up to their eldest member to whisper-yell, "why are you even here? wasn't it taehyung and jimin's job to babysit him?"
"you think i would leave them to die here?" seokjin rolls his eyes nudging his head towards the younger two.
yoongi spreads his lips into a thin line, "no offence hyung, i thought you would have left the country after figuring out he was possessed."
"i do not think he is possessed."
"he literally ranted to you about his hypothetical kids?"
"i do not fucking care, the point is you cowards abandoned me."
"he was throwing darts at pictures of white people!"
"i'm gonna start throwing darts at you if you don't be quiet, they are all sleeping," he glares at them and suddenly has control over their actions.
first, seokjin has the three boys aid jimin and taehyung to their rooms while he continues to stroke jungkook's head in his lap.
he then forces them to clean up the trashed room and they comply because mad jin is scarier than possessed jungkook.
after that came the hardest part, moving jungkook to his room without waking jungkook up.
"namjoon you're the strongest, please pick him up my leg is asleep."
"i don't know hyung, i think diana would want hobi to carry him, not me."
"you are so ridiculous," yoongi kicks his shin before picking up jungkook himself. the sudden surge of strength he got was both admirable and surprising.
they help move jungkook to his room, tucking him in bed and slowly retreating without a sound.
namjoon is still whispering something to himself, eyes transfixed on their youngest member and mouth distorted into a frown, "i still can't believe diana picked hoseok over me," he mumbles, pursing his lips more.
only hoseok picks up on his words and slaps his neck.
"by the way, we have a collab with 'duran duran' planned soon," seokjin whispers to namjoon after they have all left the room.
+1 09/08 9:52 AM
"as of last night, the queen died peacefully at balmoral. her highness passed away in-"
the sound of the television is washed out by the overwhelming fear that had overtaken everyone in the room.
the six boys look back and forth between each other. an uncomfortable silence blanketing them.
yoongi was the first to find out the news when he woke up in the morning, all of them had decided to sleep early the night before so imagine his shock when he finds out she died at midnight in korea's time.
he was in disbelief as he rushed to wake everyone else up, so now here they were, huddled around the tv, scared of what might happen when jungkook wakes up.
"we need to console him somehow! his mother-in-law just died," namjoon declares, flailing his arms around, which was a bad idea because the six of them are sitting in a circle together and he just smacked someone in the neck.
the victim of the neck smacking, yoongi interjects, "no, what we need to do is throw him a party! his mother-in-law just died."
"well, maybe we should first wake him up? like, it isn't every day that his mother-in-law dies."
seokjin looks at them ridiculously, "by the way, we are talking about jungkook right? our unmarried mother-in-law-less friend?" he asks in disbelief.
"he is still possessed jin hyung," the five other boys say in unison freaking seokjin out.
the goosebumps on his shoulder don't leave because he feels a tap behind him and the others are looking at him like he is a dead man.
"what are you guys talking about?" a sweet voice sounds behind seokjin and he fumbles around to face their youngest.
jungkook is still wearing his pyjamas and his hair is ruffled around grubbily, he is scratching his eyes and has his phone clenched in his other hand. he for sure just woke up.
once he has finished rubbing away the sleep from his eyes namjoon stares deeply into them trying to read if it was really just jungkook he was looking at. so far, nothing gave any signs of some past life taking over his body. his eyes seem to have the normal innocent glint in them.
to test his theory, he decides to break the news "i don't know how to say this, but elizabeth is dead". the six boys hold their breaths as they await jungkook's reaction, which came painfully late.
his eyes widened and flickered with sadness, namjoon especially felt hurt seeing that, but just when he was about to go hug him the boy scrunches his face with a confused look.
jungkook stares at them carefully before asking, "who?"
"what do you mean by who.. queen elizabeth just died," hoseok says slowly, face twisted in confusion.
"oh that sucks i guess. did you want me to tweet my condolences or something?"
namjoon looks at him dumbfounded, "excuse me?"
unable to read namjoon's expression jungkook frowns, "sorry was that rude? i don't know who she is."
"why'd you look so sad then-"
"well i think it's normal not to jump up in happiness when being told someone just died yoongi hyung," he shrugs.
namjoon keeps looking at him weirdly but speaks up anyway, "jungkook go sit over there," he points to their couch, the television still playing the morning news.
"whatever you say, king," he salutes namjoon and leaves them be.
the older boys huddle around their kitchen table, taehyung slightly far away tasked with surveillance to make sure jungkook (read: diana) doesn't overhear them.
jungkook doesn't seem to be doing anything weird, he is upside down on the couch, hanging his phone in front of him, so nothing is out of the ordinary. which is concerning considering this is his most normal behaviour.
he smiles at taehyung when their eyes meet and the elder shivers.
"so diana possessed him and killed elizabeth, and we basically aided her in murder," yoongi starts and most of the members nod along solemnly.
namjoon frantically waves his hand around, "hey! he didn't kill anyone, he has been here the whole night and has alibis! we are all alibis! don't worry guys my friend is a law-"
"you know it's not really our business," hoseok interjects, "why don't we go get ice cream and then go dye his hair back?" he proposes, oddly calm about the whole thing.
taehyung inserts himself back into the meeting to voice his distaste, "are you hearing yourself hyung?" he looks at hoseok dumbly, then fearfully peers over at their youngest who was playing with his hands. (terrifying your honor)
seokjin, who was largely against thinking possession is possible and stayed suspiciously quiet throughout this whole meeting claps his hands together.
"alright let's go out and celebrate jungkook's revenge!" he announces. for a second the room is silent before everyone starts scrambling around.
"the last one dressed is paying!" jimin yells yanking namjoon who was about to fall over.
yoongi, taehyung and hoseok waste no time in bolting to their rooms either.
seokjin only smiles watching them, turns off the tv, then pats jungkook on the head before retrieving to his own room.
when the room is clear jungkook belatedly stands up and screams to the empty space "my what?"
the end.