Jeon Jungkook rode through the empty streets, the wind brushing against his face as he headed towards Big Hit Entertainment. The studio was his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself in the rhythm and steps of dance. He craved the solitude it offered, especially when working on perfecting his choreography for the upcoming tour. As he approached the building, an unsettling sight greeted him. The front door, usually locked tight after midnight, stood ajar, an invitation or a warning, he wasn’t sure.
Jungkook hesitated at the entrance, a chill prickling the back of his neck. "Maybe someone just forgot," he muttered to himself, stepping inside. His footsteps echoed in the silence, reverberating off the walls as he made his way to the practice room. The familiar space was both comforting and unnerving, with its large mirrors reflecting the dim, sporadic lighting. He dropped his backpack in a corner and took his place in front of the mirror, the music starting low, then building. As he danced, his movements fluid and precise, something caught his eye. A shadow, faint yet distinct, lingered behind him in the mirror.
Jimin had tried calling Jungkook multiple times, each attempt ringing out unanswered. It wasn’t unusual for Jungkook to immerse himself in practice, but tonight, a gnawing anxiety refused to let go. He glanced at his phone, sending a quick message. "Kookie, are you okay? Please reply when you can." The silence of his apartment felt oppressive, as if unseen eyes watched him from the corners of the room. The feeling of being observed was relentless, driving him to a decision. He had to go to the studio.
Jungkook’s heart pounded as he halted his practice, the reflection in the mirror seemed to lag, movements disjointed from his own. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the creeping dread. "It's just stress, nothing more," he reassured himself. But the footsteps echoing from the hallway told a different story. He turned sharply towards the door. "Is someone there?" Silence answered. Gathering his things, he moved to leave, but the haunting sound of a low chuckle filled the room. He glanced back at the mirror, and what he saw froze him in place. His reflection grinned back, eyes dark and knowing, a hand reaching out as if to breach the glass.
His instincts screamed caution, but concern for Jungkook propelled him forward. "Jungkook?" he called, his voice swallowed by the darkened corridors. The practice room door was open, a soft light glowing within. As he stepped inside, the room seemed to constrict around him. In the mirror, he saw Jungkook, trapped, lips moving in silent pleas. "Jimin! Help me!" The voice was muffled, distant. A cold presence brushed against his shoulder, sending a shiver through him. He spun around, meeting nothing but air. The mirror cracked, a web of fractures spreading across its surface as ominous whispers filled the room.
Jimin reached out, desperation and love driving him to act. "I won't let them take you!" he shouted, hands pressing against the cold glass. The boundary between worlds trembled under his touch, and with a surge of determination, he felt himself pulled through. The darkness enveloped him, but he found Jungkook's hand, a beacon in the void. Together, they faced the entity, their bond a shield against the encroaching shadows. The mirror shattered, their world restored in a tumult of light and sound. They collapsed onto the practice room floor, breathing heavily, the mirror now a mosaic of broken shards.
The tale of that night remained unspoken between them, an unacknowledged truth shared only in glances and whispered reassurances. Yet in the quiet moments, when shadows crept a little too close, they felt the watchful gaze of the mirror, waiting for another chance to breach the divide.
