A/n: Oof 

It’s dark and decrepit, nothing able to be made out except for the fact that there’s two figures within the space. Their presence is ominous and emit strange auras that arouse sensations of fear and helplessness from just the feel of it.

They speak in hush muffled voices, almost static-like and undecipherable until it’s loud and clear as if they were now within arms length.

“That little mutant has almost come of age father.”

There’s a resounding grunt in response, not at all happy with the bitter comment.

“It’s almost time,” the voice continues, “the bloodsucker’s tale of the future is almost here.”

“So it is…” The second finally grumbles out. A voice so blood chilling, it seems to reverberate throughout the darkness of the room. If there were objects, they’d visibly quake in fear on the spot.

“It might be time to find that little roach and squash her for good.”

When you come to, you’re welcomed by an unfamiliar ceiling, a warm light coming from the bedside lamp to the side of the bed you’re lying on. You don’t dare to move, or you can’t really when everything aches - especially the right side of your head, your left arm, and your hips. Were you dead?

“Is this heaven?” you rasp, throat dry and scratchy as you turn your head towards the right to see Jungkook attempting to sneak out of the room. Ebony hair dripping wet, there’s only a towel hanging from around his hips with clothes suffocating in his tight grasps when he flinches and realizes you’re finally awake. Despite your grogginess, you take that split second to mildly admire his glistening caramel skin tight on lean muscle that tenses at your sudden consciousness.

“ I’m in hell,” you groan, yelping when he throws a shirt at your face in embarrassment.

You hear a plethora of rustling before he takes the shirt off your face and puts it on over his rather toned body. The towel is left abandoned on the floor, joggers replacing them on his lower body.

He frowns, face flushed red as he flicks your forehead, “Shut it.”

“What’d you think was gonna happen anyways huh? I was gonna wake up sooner or later idiot,” you point out haughtily, at which he flicks you again.

Shrugging, he takes a seat at the side of his bed, looking over your form silently, “How… how you feeling?”

The question is shy and almost inaudible but you hear it and it does nothing to stop the oncoming rush of blood that heats up the apples of your cheeks.

You ponder over the question, disregarding your injuries and instead shivering when you remember the chilling voice in your dream. There’s a certain sense of fear and dread the sinister voice instills inside you. It’s just a dream, you suppose, or perhaps a dream demon preying on your fear.

“Hey,” Jungkook reiterates his question a second time with furrowed brows, this time tapping your temple lightly. The mere touch of his index finger is blazing on your head and it shocks you out of your reverie.

“Huh wha-? Oh! Yeah I’m a bit sore but I’m alive I guess..” you stammer embarrassed, “Thank you for saving me…” Gosh you’re so awkward, why were you so damn awkward around him? For one, you’ve never been in a boy’s room before, and two, you both haven’t actually spoken to each other for the past week or so. It was incredibly awkward now being face to face with him and not knowing what to make of it when he’s been so adamant on ignoring your existence for whatever “safety precaution” he’s spouting.

His lips purse and he glances towards the door expectantly as it eventually opens and a brunette with noticeably broad shoulders walks in holding a tray of food. Jungkook takes this as his cue to leave and stands promptly, tilting his head ti appraise you once more, “It was nothing… you’re so prone to danger it’s annoying.”

“Now now, Kookie-ah!” The older chides, “How can you say that to her, it’s not her fault!”

The former snorts and stomps out of the room wordlessly.

“I’m sorry about him…” the male sighs, approaching before setting the tray on your lap. His plump lips move, whispering underneath his breath an incantation you recognize that makes