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10- My Choice to Make

They might use the words like conceal or probably disguise.

"J-jinjja (R-really?). Can I borrow it for a while?" Now to demonstrate, Jungkook was crying hopelessly like a baby but now, his face is lighten up by the glint of hope found on my wristband.

Confused, I cock my head slightly to the side. "Do you mind if I ask 'why' again?"

Chuckling at my question, Jungkook calmly explains, "By the time V-hyung used your wristband as his hideout, there would be fragments of his powers remaining there even though he's left the object for good. What I try to say is - it can be a tracker for us." This somehow sounds ridiculous for me but this boy doesn't seem to be lying for now. "...so you won't need to risk your life dying in the bad dream if that really leads us to V-hyung."

"So let me get this straight." My index finger points upwards before concluding. "I might die if Taehyung tries to drag me away through the dream." After a few seconds of hesitation, Jungkook finally nods in reluctance.

This would be a battle in between myself. My lovely little ego is telling me not to be afraid and give in for the first try. Nevertheless, my superego is forbidding me from making that quick decision because this costs too much for me.

"I'll help." I say with a smile. "But not risking my life in that dream." And with that, I untangle the wristband and hand it to Jungkook. The spirit boy looks a little taken aback when he reaches out to take it.

But all of a sudden, the wooden door swings open and this splatters the butterflies flying around us. In the meantime, a huge puff of powdery blue smoke whisks in like dry ice on stage. The only thing special is – it holds my favourite colour which is light blue.

Such colour reminds me about the big bright sky which brings joy to my inner soul as sometimes, I might feel depressed for I'd always pressurize myself to achieve more in terms of academics.

As the smoke fades away, a group of male silhouettes come into view alongside with my friend, JiaQi, who stands in front of the group. "I'm sorry for not knocking, but this is urgent." She apologises in an utter formal manner which makes her not like her. When all of them finally come near the bed which I'm literally sitting on, I surprisingly find myself recognizing the boys even by their names.

There are three of them and each appears as different elementals in this amazing world.

"I can smell demonic presence here," growls Rapmonster, or Namjoon in his low, alarmed voice. His eyes glow in lilac when he starts scanning the room with his nose.

"Easy, Namjoon-hyung," Jungkook says, trying to calm the male down by handling the wristband to him. "V-hyung used this as his temporary shelter before, I think the demonic presence is coming from here." However, this doesn't reassure the elder just as the younger has expected.

"Eww, take this away from me." And as a result, this is what Namjoon exclaims in disgust at the sight of the glowing thing. By the time when Namjoon leaps away with his long legs, I can hear a low growl escaping from his throat. In fact, even his nose is scrunched up until his fangs are bared.

He must be some sort of beasty elemental creature. For me, I'll assume he is a werewolf.

Shrugging, Jungkook slides the wristband into his pocket before adding light to the room with his weird sort of power. The light soon illuminates all of our forms by making everything to be seen clearly.

"We don't have much time to play and fool around, Jungkook-sshi." Another voice hits all of our eardrums, averting our gazes towards him. "Hobbie is injured and I can't retrieve my first-aid-kit on time during the attack." Jin reports sternly, making Jungkook's light smile vanishes.