Jeon Jungkook

It was late at night, the streets vacant and dark, the only sound being the occasional distant hum of a car. You walked back home from work, your phone’s screen casting a faint glow on your face. Seeking a shortcut, you turned into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway.

As you ventured deeper into the alley, the atmosphere grew heavier, an unnatural stillness settling around you.

Suddenly, you heard faint sounds—a low, guttural moan, followed by muffled cries of pain. You stopped, your heart pounding, and strained to hear more clearly.

Your pulse quickened as you cautiously moved forward, your phone's light guiding the way. Just ahead, you stumbled upon a disturbing sight: a man lying on the ground, writhing in agony. Over him was another figure, hunched and predatory, his back turned to you.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your fingers trembled, causing you to drop your phone. The sudden clatter echoed loudly through the alley, breaking the eerie silence. The figure paused, then slowly turned to face you.

As he rose to his full height, the dim light revealed his features. His skin was deathly pale, almost luminescent in the dim light. His eyes seemed dark, void of life, and bore into your soul. Blood smeared his lips, and his fangs were sharp, glistening in the faint light.

You felt a scream rising in your throat, but it was as if the sound was trapped, suffocated by the terror gripping you. The man—no, the creature—stepped forward, his movements fluid and silent, like a panther stalking its prey.

His eyes flicked to your phone lying on the ground, then back to you. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, revealing more of his bloodstained fangs.

"A little late for a stroll, don’t you think?"

You stumbled back, nearly tripping over your own feet, but the creature—Jungkook—advanced with unsettling calm. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It's dangerous to be alone at this hour."