Break The Silence

Taehyung and Kyungmi worked together in silence, carefully placing candles in a circle around the center of the empty room. The room was cold and dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint moonlight filtering through the tall windows. As Yoongi had instructed, they also positioned small wooden crosses on each window, securing them firmly as if to keep something sinister out.

The air felt heavy, and every creak of the wooden floor beneath their feet seemed louder in the stillness. Shadows danced across the walls, making the room feel even more unsettling. The faint scent of burning wax from the candles mixed with the damp, earthy smell that clung to the old rest house.

Kyungmi glanced at Taehyung, her hands trembling slightly as she placed the last cross on a windowsill. "Do you think this will work?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung straightened up, his expression serious but determined. "It has to," he said firmly, though a flicker of doubt lingered in his eyes. He looked at the circle of candles they had arranged and then at the crosses, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Yoongi entered the room, his presence calm yet commanding. He surveyed their work and gave a small nod of approval. "Good," he said, his voice low but steady.

"This will help create a barrier. Whatever darkness is tied to Jimin won't be able to escape or harm anyone while we perform the ritual."

The tension in the room grew thicker as the three of them prepared for what was to come. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, rattling the windows slightly, as if the night itself knew what was about to happen.

Jimin stood just outside the circle of candles, his body rigid and his hands gripping the edge of his shirts. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. Fear clung to him like a heavy shadow, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was waiting, just beyond the flickering candlelight.

His breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, Jimin avoided looking directly at the windows, afraid of what he might see in the darkness outside. Every creak of the floor and rustle of the wind made his stomach twist, and he felt small and helpless in the face of the unknown.

Yoongi now began to create another circle with the salt, it was smaller than the ones made with candles, "And it's for Jisun." He said, then shifted his attention to Jimin, "I want you all to sit at the right side of me." He said.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, observed the fear wandering over his pale face. Kyungmi too looked petrified as she sat alone with Taehyung and Jimin.

Yoongi settled himself in front of the small circle, squeezing his eyes closed, he began to whispered the spell, to call Jisun's evil spirit so that he could began the ritual.

A thick cloud of smoke suddenly filled the room, swirling and twisting as if alive. The air grew heavier, making it hard to breathe. The smoke seemed to have a mind of its own, creeping into every corner, blocking out the faint light from the candles. It moved like a dark storm, suffocating the room in its dense, foul presence.

From within the cloud, a figure began to take shape, slowly emerging. Jisun appeared, his body draped over the floor like a lifeless corpse. His skin was gray and cracked, with deep black veins running beneath the surface, pulsing like a dying heart. He twisted his mouth into a cruel, empty grin, and his demonic eyes stared through the smoke with malice. His hair was wild and tangled, falling over his face like a curtain of darkness.

Jimin froze at the sight of him, his heart racing faster in terror. He could feel the room grow colder, the air thick with the stench of decay.

Yoongi's voice cut through the tension. "Jisun," he commanded firmly, pointing to the salt circle. "Sit."

Jisun's head snapped toward him, his demonic eyes burning with hatred. A low growl rumbled in his throat, but Yoongi's power held him in place.

Despite his fury, Jisun forced himself to move, his limbs trembling as he reluctantly crawled toward the circle. The moment his body crossed the boundary, he hissed, a deep, guttural sound escaping him.

The salt circle burned Jisun. He jerked back as if struck by fire, but he had no choice. The pain became so unbearable. The air itself seemed to scorch his skin, making him writhe in agony. With a final, defiant growl, Jisun forced himself to sit within the circle, his body trembling from the pain.

Yoongi didn't wait. He took a small vial of clear water, he brought from the church and splashed it across Jisun's face and chest.

The instant the water hit him, Jisun let out a horrifying scream, his back arching as though he had been struck by lightning. Smoke billowed up from his skin where the water touched him, and he growled, a deep, vicious sound of pure torment.

"This is just the beginning," Yoongi said quietly, his voice unwavering. "You will answer for what you've done, Jisun."