Jimin didn’t sleep.
How could he?
The walls felt like they were closing in. The air felt too thick, like it carried something unseen.
Jungkook was everywhere.
His voice still echoed in Jimin’s mind. His touch still burned on his skin.
But Jimin wasn’t going to wait for him to appear again.
No—he needed answers.
He needed to know what Jungkook was.
And so, as soon as the sun rose, Jimin left his apartment and did what he did best.
He researched.
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The library smelled of old paper and dust. The dim morning light filtered through the high windows, casting eerie shadows over the endless rows of books.
Jimin’s fingers flipped through pages faster than his mind could process.
He wasn’t looking for something logical.
No—Jungkook wasn’t logical.
He had appeared out of nowhere. Disappeared just as fast. He moved in ways no human could. And his touch—
Jimin swallowed hard. No human felt like that.
Cold. Lingering. Like a shadow that didn’t belong in this world.
Jimin’s gaze sharpened.
There had to be something. Some kind of legend, folklore, anything that explained what Jungkook was.
His fingers halted on an old, faded page.
"The Unseen Ones."
Jimin’s stomach twisted.
He skimmed the text, his breath catching.
"There are beings that do not belong to the light nor the dark. Shadows that exist between worlds, feeding on obsession, on longing, on something deeper than desire. They are drawn to those who unknowingly call them—those who live with a void in their hearts. They whisper. They watch. They do not let go."
Jimin’s fingers clenched the page.
Whispering. Watching.
"Once marked, there is no escape. They do not take. They claim. And when they do—"
The ink was smudged, but Jimin didn’t need to read further.
His breath shuddered.
It was Jungkook.
Jimin was marked.
His stomach churned. He slammed the book shut, his hands ice-cold. He had to get out of here. Now.
Jimin grabbed his things and hurried toward the exit, his heart hammering.
But the second he stepped outside—
The world was wrong.
The sky was too dark for morning. The air was too silent. The streets were empty. No cars, no people—nothing.
Jimin’s breath hitched.
He turned.
And there—leaning against the library gate like he had all the time in the world—
Was Jungkook.
Watching. Smiling. Waiting.
Jimin’s stomach dropped.
"You’ve been busy," Jungkook mused.
Jimin took a step back. His grip tightened on his bag.
Jungkook’s smile widened. "Trying to figure me out?"
Jimin’s throat felt dry.
Jungkook pushed off the gate, slow, deliberate. Like a predator.
"Tell me, love," Jungkook murmured, stepping closer.
Jimin tried to move—tried to run.
But his body didn’t listen.
Jungkook’s fingers ghosted over his wrist again, like they belonged there.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Jimin's lips parted—to scream, to curse, to do something—
But Jungkook’s grip tightened.
And the world vanished.
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YOU ARE READING
Bound In SHADOWS
HorrorJimin is human, unaware of the supernatural world. But he's special, unknowingly holding a curse that makes him irresistible to dark creatures. Jeon Jungkook is a shadow-born entity, neither demon nor vampire, but something worse-something ancient...
