Y/n was trembling, pressed against the cold wall of her hotel room. A single black feather lay on the floor—plain, ordinary, yet it felt like it was mocking her existence. Her breaths came out broken, uneven.
Y/n (whispering): W-what is this… why is there a chicken part in my room still here ?
(She picked it up, her fingers trembling. The second she touched it, goosebumps spread across her skin. She dropped it instantly like it was a tax bill.)
(Meanwhile, back in Elija's room, laughter roared. Hala was reenacting her "ball-breaking" scene with full kung-fu choreography.)
Hala (mid-kick, making sound effects): HI-YA! KAPOW! FAMILY LINEAGE = CANCELLED!
(Suddenly, the light flickered. Everyone froze like statues.)
Elvie: Uh… did anyone else see that?
(Hala stopped, one leg in the air, totally serious.)
Hala: If my ghost date followed me here, I swear I'll break his ghost balls too.
(The room burst into nervous laughter, though Elena's sharp eyes caught something—a shadow slipping under Y/n's door. Not normal. Too sneaky.)
Elena (suspicious): …Where's Y/n?
(The laughter died instantly. The group exchanged worried looks, then ran to Y/n's room. The door was locked tight from the inside.)
(Inside, Y/n was on her knees, whispering frantically to herself. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm down. Jungkook's earlier words haunted her mind: "Which eye should I dig out first, baby girl?")
Y/n (muttering): No… he's gone. He's gone.
(Then—a whisper slid across her ear. Too close. Too real.)
Jungkook's voice: Aww, did you miss me already?
(She spun around—he was there. No magic, no tricks. Just him, standing smugly with a knife. Real. Terrifying. And somehow… annoyingly calm.)
(From outside, Hala was banging the door like an FBI agent on a raid.)
Hala: Y/n! Open the door or I'm kicking it off like in Fast & Furious!
Nina (arms crossed, dramatic): No… this isn't a normal fear vibe. This feels… darker.
Elija (deadpan): Fantastic. First mafia, now feathers. What's next—he leaves eggs and starts a poultry farm?
(Hala rolled her eyes but flexed her leg, clearly ready to kick.)
(Inside, Jungkook crouched in front of Y/n, twirling his knife like he was bored in math class. His smirk never left.)
Jungkook: You're funny, kitten. Most people beg me for their lives. One guy even offered me his Netflix password. Premium plan. But you? You'd rather donate an eye.
(Y/n was shaking but snapped back in defiance.)
Y/n: Because I'll never—never—give myself to a monster like you!
(Jungkook leaned close, lips brushing her ear, voice dripping with sarcasm.)
Jungkook: Monster? Please. I'm more like… misunderstood. Monsters eat people. I just threaten them with cutlery. Big difference.
(He chuckled to himself, tapping her cheek with the flat side of the knife.)
Jungkook: And by the way, darling—monsters ghost you. I stalk you. That's called commitment.
(CRASH! The door burst open. Hala flew in like a superhero who'd been waiting for this moment. Jungkook had already slipped out the window, leaving one feather behind on the floor. Ordinary. Real. Weirdly theatrical.)
Elena (rushing to Y/n): Y/n!
(Hala knelt down, hugging her tight.)
Hala: Was it him again?
(Y/n nodded, pointing at the feather, her hands shaking.)
Nina (squinting): …So wait. This mafia guy leaves feathers behind? What is he—half pigeon?
Elija (snorting): Brilliant. Out of all the psychos in the world, we get the one with a bird fetish.
Hala (rolling her eyes): Honestly, I hope his feathers run out before my patience does.
(The room fell silent. Not because they weren't scared—but because deep down, they all knew: this wasn't over. Jungkook wasn't a ghost, or a demon. He was just a sarcastic, psycho human. And that made him ten times scarier.)