Jungkook is whistling Butterfly on the way to his apartment. He hasn't had a good chance to look over the new apartment yet. Only the basic necessities—like a bed, dresser, food, couches, and other things—had been moved in, so he couldn't wait to plan where to put the rest of his belongings. He uses his key code to enter and turns the lights on, then slides the dimmer switch to lower the brightness of the lights.

"First things first," he smiles as he heads toward the kitchen to get a banana milk.

"Yes!" He grabs two out of the refrigerator and steps over the back of his couch. He sits one container down while drinking the other, looking around his apartment, filled with anticipation of personalizing his space.

A dark shadow forms in the far left corner of the ceiling and stays there, watching and planning.

He loses track of time reading stories from two of his favorite fan fiction authors, LAJoyner and SSears90.

He finishes the novella The Bangtan Wall and thinks, Damn, a mafia story where we're the good guys. Usually, we're the cruel, abusive mafia bosses; I like this. He smiles to himself.

He sent a link to Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon. He knows they would enjoy this story. Having finished that, he checked to see what SSears90 had up that was new. After checking the lists, he comes across a story that suddenly catches his interest. A story called Silly Little Secrets

"Oh, I can't wait to show this to Yoongi and Namjoon!" He gives an evil little bunny laugh, imagining them in pink tutus.

He starts on another story called Staycation. After reading it, he wonders if he should have. It wouldn't be the first time a scary story has given him nightmares. Regardless, he finds himself nodding off to sleep, so he stands up, stretches, turns off his computer, and heads to his bedroom. He cuts off the lights, unaware that the shadow is crawling the ceiling and following him to his room.

He showers and then drops right into bed, exhausted. It wasn't long before he fell asleep. He tosses and turns in his sleep, fighting something in a nightmare.

He wakes up having trouble breathing like he is suffocating. Terror is seen in his doe-like eyes, and he sees the dark shadow figure of a man on top of him. Pinning him down with such pressure, he feels he is being pushed into the mattress itself.

He tries to fight but finds his body won't respond. He can't move. Panic wells up inside him; he can't even scream. Inside his head, he is screaming, Who are you!?

A chilling voice fills his head, answering, "I'm death."

Jungkook's eyes widen in fear. He can't breathe, and he feels hands gripping his throat and squeezing tighter. Spots float before his eyes. He internally screams in terror, Hyungs, help me!!

He feels like he is about to lose consciousness, and a wisp of sparks starts to form. He wonders if this is the last thing he will ever see and tries to stay focused on it. It's beautiful. Is this what dying is like?

The sparks coalesce into a figure and rush toward the dark figure, trying to crush Jungkook. As they collide, he watches in shock as both disappear through the wall. Jungkook felt the pressure holding him down was gone as soon as they were gone.

Jungkook jumps out of bed, gasping for air, thinking he is having a nightmare. He runs from the bedroom, leaning on the wall with his hands as he runs to keep from falling.

Trembling, he enters the kitchen, knowing a bottle of wine is left from earlier in the day. He pours a glass and starts for the living room when he turns back and grabs the bottle.

"What the hell? That was the worst nightmare I've ever had. I knew I shouldn't have read a scary story before bed." He reaches the living room and collapses back onto the couch.

He lifts his wine glass and notices his hand is trembling.

Calm down, it was just a nightmare, but damn, it seemed so real.

He did quick work finishing off the bottle of wine. Feeling more settled, he mustered up the courage to return to his bedroom.

Stopping in the doorway, turns the light on, and checks his room.

What are you looking for, you dope? Ghosts or something? He tries to laugh at himself, but it mostly sounds like choking. He is getting frustrated with himself now.

"You keep telling everybody you're not a baby, so turn off the damn light and go to bed!"

He runs to his bed, diving under the covers, and this time, Jungkook falls into an alcohol-assisted sleep. The black mass comes creeping down the wall. It takes the form of a man as it hovers beside Jungkook's bed.

Suddenly, before his form can make contact with Jungkook's sleeping body, a glowing mass like a lightning ball shoots from the ceiling, taking the dark figure with it through the floor.

'Nooooooooooo! I said leave him alone!'

Jungkook turns in his sleep, blessedly unaware of how close he came to facing the terror he had thought was only a dream.