Jungkook ran his fingers along fabric of the silken tapestry.
It was a family heirloom, said to have been created by his grandmother's grandmother.
The tapestry was a portrait of a young man with black hair, large eyes and plump lips. In his hands were four blood-red flowers.
He's handsome, thought Jungkook.
That handsome face bespoke calmness and friendliness.
"It's a shame I have to sell you off," mumbled Jungkook sadly, "But I hope you adorn the walls of your future house well. Your new owner would love you so much."
Jungkook looked up at the tapestry.
Something was off.
The smile on the handsome man's face no longer seemed to bespeak calmness.
It seemed to bespeak wickedness.
*
Jungkook watched in dismay as Taehyung, who bought the tapestry from him, was now walking home with the decorative piece.
As soon as Taehyung left, Jungkook closed the door and turned around, ready to admire an empty wall for the rest of his life.
But he didn't.
The tapestry was still hanging on the wall, as if it had never been sold at all.
Jungkook shuddered, chills running down his spine.
"How on earth did that tapestry get here?!" he yelled.
*
"Jungkook-ah, help!" cried Taehyung.
"Hyung! What's happening? Where are you?" Jungkook shouted.
He ran from one room of the house to another, looking around frantically for Taehyung, but he was unable to find him.
"Jungkook-ah!" yelled Taehyung again.
Jungkook could somehow sense that the sound was coming from the attic. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could until he saw Taehyung screaming as an invisible force dragged him across the floor.
"Hyung, hold on! I'm coming!" shouted Jungkook as he tried pounce on Taehyung and grab hold of his hands.
But it was too late. Taehyung had been sucked into the darkness.
*
Jungkook awoke with a start. Never in his life had nightmares been this scary.
Soon, Jungkook began to panic. Was this a sign of something awful to come?
He rushed out the door and went to Taehyung's house.
"Taehyung-hyung! Please, open the door!" he yelled, slamming his fists against the wood.
There was no answer.
Soon, Jungkook felt something warm and wet soaking his sneakers.
He looked down and screamed.
It was blood.
He ran away as fast as he could from the house and went back to his own.
Suddenly, Jungkook slipped and fell, landing headfirst onto the sharp edge of a table, which ended up piercing his brain.
Just as Jungkook was breathing his last, he looked at the tapestry of the man with four flowers in his hand.
Except that he no longer held four flowers.
In his hand, he held five.
And the sixth one was just appearing.
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A/N : Pwease gimme mowe weads, me bewy sad :(
Also, the guy in the tapestry is Seokjin, in case you haven't guessed...