Jungkook threw his blankets off himself in a panic. "What the hell?!" He screamed. "Blood?! Why so much blood?!" He jumped out of bed and ripped his shirt off in a frenzy, feeling disgusting for being drenched in the red crimson. He inspected his own body, touching his nose to see if it had bled, seeing if he had gotten cut or bit by something in his sleep that caused his shirt to be drenched.

He found nothing.

He took his shirt and crumpled it up, throwing it into his trashcan. He noticed his blankets had some blood on them too, so he cautiously threw those in the laundry while he jumped in the shower. He was extremely grateful that nobody was awake yet.

When he got out of the shower, Hobi had walked out of his room. The first hyung awake. He pulled his maknae into a hug. "Good morning bun! How'd you sleep?"

"F-fine, hyung," Jungkook answered nervously. Hobi immediately noticed the tone of his maknae.

"Are you sure?" Hobi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess I could have slept better," Jungkook admitted. Remembering his nightmare, he knew he slept like absolute shit. And the fact that it seemed as though his nightmare had spilled over into his real life made him feel much, much worse. He could not figure out where the blood came from.

He tried to ease his anxiety. You're fine Kook. You're home. You're safe. Hyung is here. It was just a bad dream. I must have had a bloody nose or something, that's all that would make sense. It clearly just cleared up before I woke up. Yeah, that's right.

The maknae was awoken from his trance when he felt Hobi shake him a bit. "Hey, you still with me, kiddo?"

"Huh?"

"You spaced out there. Maybe you should go get some more rest. It's probably those antibitoics still making you a bit out of it." Hobi looked at Jungkook, worried. He hated it when the maknae was sick.

"Okay." Jungkook went to attempt resting a bit more, falling back asleep. He was woken up later by Jimin throwing his blankets at him. "Here, these are done. Why were you doing laundry so early?"

"I had a bloody nose," Jungkook lied. Well, he didn't know if he was lying or not.

"Are you alright?" Jimin asked. Jungkook nodded.

Yoongi came in to say breakfast was ready, but Jungkook politely declined. He was feeling a lot of things but hungry wasn't one of them.

"Hm, are you rebelling because I grounded you?" Yoongi asked curiously.

"What? Hyung no I-"

"Relax," Yoongi started laughing, "I'm messing with you. If you change your mind, there's plenty of food."

Jungkook nodded as his hyungs left. He rested for a while longer until he heard his hyungs listening to something on TV and they were uttering things like "Holy Shit!" and "What the hell?!"

The curious maknae made his way out of his room and stood behind his hyungs, who were all blocking the view of the television.

"What's going on?" Jungkook asked.

"Someone was murdered in the city last night!" Taehyung said fearfully as he pointed to the news being displayed.

Jungkook felt his heart stop, that was never good news. "What?! Who?! How?!"

"They don't know who, said the body was so destroyed they can't even identify them. They found some pieces of torn up clothes though." Namjoon couldn't take his eyes off the screen. This was extremely breaking news, something like this never happened in the city. Also the circumstances were absolutely wild and made no sense.

"They are saying it looks like the person was attacked by some kind of animal," Jin replied.

"What the hell kind of animal would even be in the city? And at night? And attacking someone?!" Jimin was reeling with anxiety now. This entire situation scared the hell out of him. "What if whatever it was comes back in the daytime? What if it comes out while one of us is out there?!"

Yoongi walked over to a panicking Jimin and hugged him. "Hey, calm down. It's alright. We're fine. It was a freak accident. I don't think something like this would happen twice."

Jungkook overheard the newscaster discuss what the victim was reported to be wearing, and he felt his chest tighten.

A blue suit? The man I attacked in my dream...he was...he was wearing a blue suit...

He also remembered what the man looked like beforehand, and the newscaster said that authorities do think it was a young man, even with it being almost impossible to tell.

Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. He backed away, his chest heaving from the sudden feeling of not being able to breathe.

What the hell happened? What..did I? I didn't hurt anyone! I couldn't. I would never. I'm not strong enough to do something like that anyway! Am I psychic or something? Maybe it was...but the blood...there was so much blood..

All of the hyungs heard his intense breathing and turned to him. They saw the panic in his eyes.

"Hey...Koo...it's okay...don't be scared..." Jin cooed as he made his way over to the youngest. Jungkook backed away, out of his hyungs reach.

"No...no..." he said out loud.

"No, what?" Jin asked. "Kook-ah what's wrong?"

Jungkook was hyperventilating badly. Terror was reigning through his body.

I didn't do it. It wasn't me. It couldn't have been me.

Namjoon grabbed Jungkook's arm, "Hey, breathe. What's going on? What's wrong? The thing on the news...it's okay bunny...we're okay..."

"H-hyungs..." Jungkook breathed out through his hyperventilating. He was getting dizzy and nauseous all over again.

Yoongi went over and started rubbing Jungkook's back. He was very scared that Jungkook would pass out again if he couldn't calm down. "Please relax. Are you still feeling sick? What do you need, Koo?"

Without warning, Jungkook turned and sprinted to the bathroom. He could feel something quickly crawling its way up his stomach. He made it just in time to start throwing up into the toilet, and was met with horror to see nothing but red.

Blood.

No. No. No.

The hyungs ran in after him, and when they saw what was coming out of their youngest's mouth panic ensued.

"Blood?! Is that blood?! Is he puking up blood?!" Taehyung screamed in horror.

Jin and Namjoon ran at Jungkook and helped him sit on the floor so he could rest against the toilet. The maknae started bawling his eyes out because of how scared he was. His hyungs were also in tears, worried as all hell.

All of them were shouting, trying to ask Jungkook what was wrong but he couldn't reply, he kept crying, screaming and throwing up into the toilet. Jimin and Taehyung dropped to the ground and held each other through tears. "Is he dying? Is our baby going to die?" Taehyung cried.

"No! Nobody is dying!" Yoongi shouted. He decided the best option for them at this point was to call an ambulance. So once again Jungkook had to go back to the hospital less than two days apart.

While waiting for the ambulance, Hobi and Namjoon were hugging Jungkook tightly. Namjoon was rubbing his maknae's back. "You'll be alright. Everything will be okay," the leader said softly before kissing Jungkook's head. The youngest had a death grip on his hyungs shirt, fearing that maybe he was in fact dying. He couldn't imagine why he was throwing up blood.

The hyungs chased the ambulance to the hospital, all expressing their concerns and fears to each other in the car. When they got there the doctor said he'd have to do a bunch of blood tests to check for different sicknesses.

The hyungs heads were spinning with worry. If Jungkook had something seriously wrong with him they didn't know what they'd do.

Which was why when they were told that his blood tests found nothing, they were more than relieved. However they were extremely confused too.

"It doesn't make sense to me either," the doctor replied. "All of his tests came back normal. There is nothing in him that would indicate him throwing up blood. We checked his stomach too and the organ itself is completely healthy."

"I don't understand," Jin frowned, "Something had to have caused it."

"Could it have been something he may have eaten that didn't sit right with him?" the doctor asked.

"He didn't eat breakfast," Yoongi replied.

Everyone was at a loss of what went wrong.

"All I can tell you is that despite this little episode, the boy seems to be completely fine." The doctor himself was puzzled. It was a medical mystery to him.

"What if it happens again?" Namjoon asked.

"I guess if it happens again you can bring him back and we can do the tests again, but as of now there is nothing he needs. Again, his tests were all normal."

"So he's not going to die? We aren't losing him?" Taehyung asked nervously.

"No," the doctor smiled, "He's not going to die."

The members met up with Jungkook when the doctor told them all he could be discharged. They grabbed him and pulled him into a group hug.

"You're going to age me much faster than I would like, you know," Yoongi chuckled.

"Sorry, hyungie," Jungkook replied. Yoongi took Jungkook's puffy cheeks in his hands, "Are you okay? None of us understand what happened."

"I don't know what happened either hyungie. Can we please go home?"

"Of course."

It was already night time, Jungkook having to have spent the entire day laying around in a hospital bed. When they got home the first thing Yoongi did was unground him and give him his phone back. "I think you've been through enough suffering," he said. Jungkook smiled. Suffering was one word for it.

"Is our maknae hungry? Or maybe you should let your stomach settle a bit?" Jin asked as he went over and rubbed Jungkook's back.

Jungkook still wasn't feeling hungry. He told his hyungs he was going to head to bed early and they all said goodnight.

The maknae curled up in bed and cried. His body was exhausted and tired. He felt like death itself, even though he was told by the doctor that somehow he was fine. The things on the news this morning were still reeling in his head and all he wanted was to forget about all of it and hope tomorrow he'd wake up and this hellish nightmare would be over.

He woke up around 11 PM, surprised to see that Jin had cuddled up in his bed with him. Suddenly feeling really thirsty, he made his way out into the kitchen to grab some water. He looked around the empty dorm, and peeked out the window to see a quiet and still Seoul before him.

Without even thinking, he headed out the door. He didn't know why, he just felt the sudden urge to go for a walk through the streets at night. Maybe for the fresh air, he had no idea. He had become an aimless wanderer.

He walked around for about an hour, checking his phone to see it was midnight.

He was going to head home, but then changed his mind and turned away from the direction of the dorm, going further into the city, looking for something to eat. He passed a building and got a quick glimpse of himself through the reflection of the glass window.

He licked his fangs, inspecting himself. He smirked and continued walking. Looking, prowling for something to eat.

He ran into a couple walking together holding hands. He walked up and said hello, greeting himself nicely. They struck up light conversation for a few minutes.

These people were young, he could smell they were healthy, he could smell their blood pumping through their veins. He could hear their blood pumping through their veins and he imagined how good that blood would taste.

He took a step closer to them and couldn't control himself.

They were perfect, and he was starving.