It was a chilly autumn night, and BTS had just finished their grueling tour in a quiet town nestled between mountains and thick, dark forests. Exhausted yet exhilarated, they decided to rent a secluded cabin to rest before their next leg, imagining a peaceful retreat. Little did they know, this night would be anything but restful.
The cabin was quaint yet eerie, filled with creaky furniture, and the faint smell of damp wood lingered in the air. Jungkook, ever curious, spotted an old, dusty book lying on a shelf above the fireplace. Its cover was dark, almost leathery, and looked strangely alive.
"Guys, check this out," he called, holding up the book.
Jin squinted at it, “Why does it look like…skin?”
“It’s probably just a weird cover,” RM reasoned, though he looked a little uneasy. “Let’s just put it back. We’re here to relax, not read.”
But Jungkook, with his fearless grin, was already flipping through the pages. Strange, twisted symbols filled the pages, accompanied by words in a language none of them recognized.
Jimin leaned over Jungkook’s shoulder, squinting at the words. “Looks like some ancient spell or something.”
Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook muttered the first few lines out loud, his voice low and playful.
Immediately, the lights flickered. The wind howled outside, rattling the windows, and a shiver passed through all of them.
“Alright, very funny, JK,” J-Hope said, clearly uncomfortable. “Can we put the creepy book away now?”
But suddenly, there was a loud thump from the basement, a sound none of them could ignore. They exchanged uneasy glances, tension thick in the air.
RM, ever the leader, tried to brush it off. “It’s probably just the pipes.”
But the thumping grew louder, rhythmic, like someone—or something—was trying to claw its way up from below.
V gulped, clutching onto Jin. “I don’t think that’s just pipes, hyung.”
One by one, they made their way toward the basement door. The light above it flickered, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Suga, ever skeptical, muttered, “If this is a prank, it’s not funny anymore.”
Jungkook held the flashlight, bravely leading the way as they descended the stairs. The air grew colder, the smell of decay filling their nostrils. At the bottom, they found a trapdoor, half-open and covered in strange markings, the same twisted symbols from the book.
And then, slowly, the door creaked open. A chilling, hollow laughter echoed from below, and a pale hand reached out, its fingers long and bony, nails as sharp as knives.
Jin screamed, stumbling back, while Jungkook’s eyes widened in terror. “I… I didn’t mean to!”
But it was too late. One by one, shadows began slithering up from the trapdoor, whispering in voices that sounded like a twisted version of each of their own.
“Jin…you’re too slow,” one hissed.
“J-Hope…are you scared?” another taunted, its voice a cruel parody of his own.
V whispered, “It’s mimicking us…”
Just as they turned to run, the trapdoor swung open fully, releasing a swarm of shadowy figures that lunged at them. The shadows twisted around Jungkook’s legs, pulling him down as he screamed, “Hyung! Help!”
The others grabbed his arms, pulling him up with all their might as they scrambled back up the stairs. They bolted the door, panting, but the shadows seeped through the cracks, taking form, surrounding them.
RM looked at the book, realizing their only chance might be to reverse the curse. But the words had changed; they swam across the page like liquid, reforming into a single, chilling sentence: You shouldn’t have read this.
Trapped and terrified, the members backed into the center of the room, watching as the shadows closed in, their mocking voices echoing in a cacophony of twisted laughter.
And somewhere deep in the dark woods, the cabin's windows flickered as screams filled the night… then fell silent, leaving only the rustling of leaves and a whisper: Bangtan never should’ve come here.
The book closed itself, as if it were satisfied.
