Haunted
(jeon jungkook x you)
The youtuber JJK, real name Jeon Jungkook, is famous for his vlogs- most known are his biking vlogs where he just “records what's on his mind and the people dig it”. He wants to expand his content and asks you to join him in what you think is very safe ghost hunting vid- and you can’t bring yourself to tell him no.
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tags: nonidol bts. streamer jungkook, ghost hunting is scary, phasamaphobia is REAL, no use of y/n, friends to lovers, btswork together to get jk to confess
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“Okay, first of all,” you say into the camera, already annoyed, “if I die tonight, I want everyone to know this was entirely Jeon Jungkook’s fault.”
Behind the camera, Jungkook snorts.
“Dramatic.”
“You invited me to an abandoned psychiatric hospital at midnight.”
“It’s content.”
“It’s trespassing.”
“It’s spooky content.”
You glare directly into the lens.
“You see what I deal with?”
The camera shakes slightly with his laughter. Unfortunately, even through the viewfinder and terrible parking lot lighting, he still looks unfairly good. Black hoodie, dark beanie shoved over messy hair, silver rings flashing whenever he adjusts the camera settings.
It’s deeply irritating.
Mostly because your crush on Jungkook has become everyone’s favorite unspoken joke- not that anyone says it outright. But you notice things.
The knowing looks from his streamer friends whenever he automatically saves you a seat. The way Taehyung grins every time Jungkook gets possessive over your attention. The fact that Jimin once outright asked, “So how long are you two planning to act married before dating?”. You nearly choked on your drink. Jungkook turned red. And then both of you aggressively changed the subject.
Now here you are.
Standing in front of one of the creepiest buildings you’ve ever seen because Jungkook texted you three days ago saying “come ghost hunting with me!!” and for some reason your brain stopped functioning long enough to say yes. The hospital towers over you in eerie silence. Half the windows are shattered. Ivy crawls up cracked walls. Rusted fencing bends inward around the property like the building itself is trying to trap people.
You hate it already.
“I still think this is how horror movies start,” you mutter.
Jungkook finally lowers the camera enough to grin at you.
“You trust me though, right?”
And there it is. That stupid smile. Warm brown eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. Lip ring catching the parking lot light.
You immediately look away.
“Unfortunately.”
His grin widens.
“Cute.”
Your stomach betrays you instantly. You recover by narrowing your eyes.
“If I get possessed, I’m haunting you specifically.”
“That’s fair.”
He swings the camera back toward himself.
“Anyway, welcome back to the vlog. Tonight we’re investigating one of Korea’s most infamous abandoned hospitals-”
“Which allegedly has ghosts,” you interrupt.
“Allegedly.”
“You say allegedly now.”
“You don’t believe in ghosts?”
You stare at the building.
“…I believe in running away.”
He laughs again.
God.
You’re so doomed. If the ghosts don’t get you first, Jungkook could very well be the end of you.
~~~
Ten minutes later, you regret every decision you’ve ever made. The inside of the hospital is somehow worse.
The air smells damp and rotten. Flashlight beams cut across peeling wallpaper and overturned hospital beds. Graffiti stretches across nearly every wall in jagged colors. Every sound echoes. Your shoes crunch loudly over broken glass, causing you to jump again.
And Jungkook?
Jungkook thinks your suffering is hilarious.
“There was a noise,” you whisper harshly.
“You stepped on a bottle cap.”
“It sounded haunted.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It absolutely is.”
He’s laughing again. Meanwhile, you’re gripping your flashlight like it will protect you from any and all evil.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“You’re entertaining.”
“I’m terrified.”
“Exactly.”
You glare at him in annoyance but then immediately move closer when something clatters somewhere down the hallway. Jungkook notices instantly.
“You getting closer because you’re scared?”
“No.”
“You literally grabbed my sleeve.”
“That was a tactical move, I'm planning to throw you to the first ghost we see.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re annoyingly smug for someone who’s definitely dying first in a horror movie.”
“Absolutely not,” he says confidently. “I would so survive.”
“You’d open a cursed basement door.”
“You’d trip while running away.”
“That is so rude.”
“That is so accurate.”
You open your mouth to argue and freeze. Halfway down the hallway sits a wheelchair- facing directly toward you. You stop walking immediately.
“Nope.”
Jungkook turns. “What?”
“The wheelchair.”
“…What about it?”
“It’s looking at us.”
He stares for two seconds before dissolving into laughter.
“Oh my god.”
“Don’t laugh!”
“It’s a wheelchair!”
“It has bad energy!”
“You think it’s evil?”
“Yes!”
“You’re unbelievable.”
You point accusingly. “Go move it.”
“You move it.”
“I would rather pass away.”
Still grinning, Jungkook walks over and dramatically spins the wheelchair around.
“There,” he says proudly. “Now it’s not looking at you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Then the wheelchair slowly creaks back toward you. Jungkook’s smile falters.
The wheelchair moves another inch.
Your voice comes out tiny.
“…Jungkook.”
“Yeah.”
“Why did it do that?”
“There’s probably a slope.”
The wheelchair rolls forward.
Fast.
Straight toward you.
You scream instantly and lunge toward the nearest source of safety- which unfortunately happens to be Jungkook. He catches you automatically with a startled noise as the wheelchair slams violently into the wall beside you. Silence crashes down. Your face is buried against his chest, one of his arms is wrapped tightly around your waist.
Neither of you move.
Then slowly-
Very slowly-
You look up at him.
“…Slope?”
Jungkook stares at the wheelchair.
“…I don’t think it was a slope.”
“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god.”
You’re still clutching the front of his hoodie. He still hasn’t let go of your waist. The realization seems to hit both of you at the same time as you immediately step back and he clears his throat.
“Okay,” he says weakly. “That was weird.”
“WEIRD?!”
Somewhere upstairs, footsteps echo loudly across the ceiling. Both of you freeze.
Another step.
Slow.
Dragging.
Back and forth overhead.
You whisper, “Tell me you hear that.”
“I hear it.”
“That’s not a person noise.”
“How do you know what a person noise sounds like?”
“That sounded haunted!”
Despite the situation, he snorts. The footsteps stop abruptly.
Silence. Your pulse pounds in your ears.
Then-
BANG.
Something slams upstairs hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling. You physically jump.
“Okay nope,” Jungkook says immediately. “Nope. We’re leaving.”
“Yes. Great. Excellent. Love that plan.”
He grabs your wrist without thinking and starts speed-walking down the hallway. You don’t point out that he’s still holding onto you, mostly because you don’t want him to stop. The camera shakes wildly as he moves.
“This is why white people in horror movies die,” you hiss.
“I’m not white.”
“You know what I mean!”
Another bang echoes somewhere behind you.
Closer.
Your grip tightens instinctively around his sleeve, Jungkook glances back at you.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“That’s fair.”
The flashlight flickers suddenly.
Once.
Twice.
Then dies completely.
Darkness swallows the hallway. You make a tiny horrified sound.
“Jungkook.”
“I’m here.”
“I hate this.”
“I know.”
Only the dim camera light remains now, casting weak illumination across your faces. The hospital feels different in the dark, heavier somehow, like something is standing just outside the edges of the light.
A whisper curls through the hallway. You both stop breathing. It’s faint, too distorted to understand, but definitely there. Your fingers clamp around Jungkook’s arm hard enough to hurt.
“…Tell me that was you.”
“That was not me.”
The whisper comes again.
Closer.
Right behind you.
You spin instantly with a full-volume scream.
Nothing.
The hallway is empty. Jungkook’s face has gone pale now too.
Actually pale.
Which is terrifying because Jungkook never gets scared. He swallows hard.
“…Maybe it’s someone messing with us.”
“WHO WOULD LIVE HERE?”
Before he can answer, the camera glitches violently. Static flashes across the screen, the audio crackles- and for asplit second a figure appears at the end of the hallway.
Tall.
Motionless.
Watching.
Then the screen cuts black.
Silence.
Your stomach drops straight to hell. Jungkook slowly turns the camera back on.
“…Did you see that?”
“Yes.”
“Cool.”
“COOL?!”
“I’m trying not to panic!”
“Well panic faster!”
He laughs nervously despite himself. Then suddenly all the hallway lights slam on at once. Both of you scream. The fluorescent lights buzz violently overhead. Every wheelchair lining the hall begins moving.
Slowly.
In unison.
Toward you.
“NOPE,” Jungkook says immediately.
“NOPE.”
He grabs your hand this time- fully intertwining your fingers- and runs. You barely keep up as he drags you through the hospital corridors.
Everything feels chaotic. Flashlights swinging wildly, your breathing too loud, metal screeching somewhere behind you. You don’t look back.
Absolutely not.
“WHICH WAY IS THE EXIT?” you yell.
“I DON’T KNOW!”
“YOU SAID YOU LOOKED UP THE FLOOR PLAN!”
“I LIED!”
“JEON JUNGKOOK-”
A door slams nearby. You both nearly die on the spot. Jungkook yanks open the nearest stairwell door and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.
Silence.
You’re both breathing hard now. Your hand is still locked tightly in his. Neither of you notices at first. Then Jungkook looks down. You follow his eyes and suddenly the silence becomes very loud. His fingers tighten slightly before he lets go. Too quickly. Something weird twists in your chest. He clears his throat awkwardly.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Same.”
You laugh weakly and somehow that small shared laugh makes things feel less terrifying for a second.
Until-
A child giggles downstairs. Both of you freeze solid. The sound echoes upward through the stairwell. High-pitched. Wrong.
Jungkook whispers, “Absolutely not.”
Another giggle.
Then-
Boing.
A ball bouncing downstairs. Your soul leaves your body.
“Nope.”
Boing.
Closer this time.
Boing.
Boing.
Something is coming up the stairs, Jungkook moves instinctively in front of you. Your heartbeat stutters. Not because of the ghost situation- well- partially because of the ghost situation. But also because Jungkook is standing between you and danger without hesitation, flashlight shaking slightly in his hand.
Another bounce.
Then a red ball slowly rolls into view.
Stopping on the stair below you.
Silence.
The ball sits there motionless.
Then shoots upward violently.
You both scream. Jungkook grabs your wrist again and bolts out of the stairwell.
At this point neither of you are pretending to be brave anymore. You sprint blindly through hallways, stumbling over debris and each other. Something crashes behind you. The camera catches fragmented images only-broken doors, flickering lights, terrified faces. Then suddenly-
Jungkook trips. You barely catch him before both of you slam into the floor. The camera skids away across the tiles.
“Shit-”
“Are you okay?!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine-”
A loud metallic screech echoes nearby.
Too close.
You panic instantly and grab his arm.
“Get up get up GET UP-”
“I’m trying!”
His hand catches yours accidentally while standing. Neither of you let go, it's not accidental anymore.
The hallway lights flicker violently overhead. You’re breathing too hard and he’s standing too close. Your chest brushes his for one brief second as another loud bang echoes somewhere nearby but neither of you move. Jungkook looks down at you.
You realize suddenly just how dark his eyes are in low light.
How soft his mouth looks slightly parted.
How warm his hand feels around yours despite the freezing hallway.
Your brain completely short-circuits. Then the lights go out again. You shriek, the moment ruined instantly. Jungkook bursts into startled laughter.
“You screamed directly into my ear!”
“I’m fighting for my life!”
“You almost deafened me!”
Something clatters nearby- You immediately cling to him again. He laughs harder.
“You’re literally attached to me now.”
“Survival instincts.”
“Sure.”
His voice sounds softer now though, gentler. The flashlight flickers back on weakly. For the first time all night, Jungkook stops filming entirely. The camera hangs forgotten at his side.
“You really scared?” he asks quietly.
You hesitate, then nod.
“A little.”
“A little?”
“Okay a lot.”
He smiles faintly, not teasing this time, just…fond.
“We can leave.”
Relief floods you.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re giving up ghost hunting?”
“Honestly?” He glances down the dark hallway. “I think the ghosts won.”
You both laugh unexpectedly as suddenly the fear feels manageable again. At least until you turn the next corner-
-and come face-to-face with a horned figure standing motionless at the end of the hall.
Tall.
Dark.
Watching.
You both stop instantly.
The figure then lunges forward with a horrible screeching sound. You and Jungkook scream.
…Then the figure trips over a bucket. A very human voice yells, “OW- OH FUCK!”
Silence. You blink. Jungkook blinks. The figure slowly untangles itself from the floor.
Then-
“Taehyung?”
The flashlight beam lands directly on Kim Taehyung, who is wearing a terrifying black cloak.
And cat ears. It was never horns. It was cat ears.
Complete silence. Then, another figure steps out from behind a doorway.
Namjoon.
Holding a bluetooth speaker.
Yoongi follows with what looks like a ball of yarn.
Then Jimin and Hoseok, both wearing ridiculously heavy combat boots that stomp with each step they take.
Then Jin carrying the red ball from earlier.
You stare blankly. Jungkook stares blankly.
Taehyung waves awkwardly.
“…Hi?”
Silence.
Then Jungkook’s voice cracks.
“What... the fuck..."
Jimin immediately loses composure laughing.
“You should’ve seen your faces!”
“You screamed SO loud,” Hoseok wheezes. Jin is literally crying laughing while your brain struggles to process reality.
“…You did this?”
Yoongi shrugs calmly. “The wheelchair idea was mine.”
“You THREW A HAUNTED BALL AT US!”
“In my defense,” Jin says, “it was really funny.”
Jungkook looks deeply betrayed.
“You made us think we were being chased?!”
Namjoon winces slightly. “Technically, Taehyung wanted realism.”
Taehyung points proudly at the bluetooth speaker. “The whispers were my idea.”
“You are all psychopaths,” you whisper.
Hoseok gasps between laughs. “No no wait- the best part was when Jungkook grabbed your hand-”
“HYUNG.”
“And when he stood in front of you in the stairwell-”
“HYUNG.”
“And when you almost kissed-”
“WHAT?!”
Silence.
Every BTS member freezes.
You freeze.
Jungkook freezes.
Jimin slowly looks between both of you.
“…You mean that wasn’t obvious?”
Your face feels approximately one thousand degrees too hot. Jungkook looks equally horrified, Namjoon sighs tiredly.
“For the record,” he says, “this entire thing was supposed to make you two confess.”
You stare.
“What.”
Yoongi shrugs. “You’re both stupid."
“Painfully stupid,” Jin agrees. Taehyung nods. “It’s been years."
Jungkook sputters helplessly. “You orchestrated a fake haunting because you thought we liked each other?!”
Six voices answer simultaneously:
“YOU DO LIKE EACH OTHER.”
The hallway echoes with the sound, silence follows immediately after. Your heart pounds wildly. Jungkook looks at you and suddenly all the joking disappears from his expression.
“…Do you?”
Your stomach flips violently. Every member immediately leans forward. Yoongi mutters, “Finally.”
You glare at him briefly before looking back at Jungkook who suddenly looks nervous- actually nervous- which somehow gives you courage.
“…Maybe,” you mumble.
Jungkook stares, then breaks into the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Cool.”
“Cool?”
“Cool,” he repeats, visibly trying not to grin too hard. Jimin screams in the background, Taehyung starts clapping aggressively, and Hoseok literally jumps up and down. Meanwhile Jungkook steps slightly closer to you still smiling like he can’t help it.
“So,” he says carefully, “wanna maybe go on an actual date sometime?”
You glance around at the chaos behind him, at t six fully-grown men celebrating like they just won an Olympic medal, then back at Jungkook.
“…As long as it’s not haunted.”
His laugh comes warm and breathless and impossibly fond.
“Deal.”
