The pull I don't trust.

A cold wind drifted through the air,

and everything felt strangely unfamiliar.

Silence ruled the place—

no one was there except the police.

When the time was noted,

it revealed a quiet chaos—

leaves scattered, branches broken,

and the soil scraped and disturbed,

as if someone had been dragged

against their will.

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One officer feels a strange unease,

and bends down to look closer—

there, faint footprints linger,

blurred, as if time tried to erase them.

He exhales softly and says,

“Someone has taken the body from here…

they passed through this place

long before we ever arrived.”

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Not far away, in the same forest,

beyond the reach of the police,

someone stands—hidden behind a tree,

unknown, unseen.

For a while, he only watches,

his gaze drifting to the disturbed soil,

then to the scattered leaves—

silent witness to something unspoken.

After a moment, he steps back,

melting into the shadows,

and disappears

as quietly as he came.

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On the other side, the moment Siju hears the siren,

fear grips him—sudden, suffocating.

Within the walls of his own room,

he trembles, pressing his hands over his ears,

as if to shut the world away.

And then it returns—

the memory of those faint, restless sounds,

echoing from Jungkook’s room,

just a little while ago—

soft rustles, quiet disturbances,

with a truth Jungkook never chose to tell him.

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After a long silence of thought,

and gathering courage from trembling depths,

he finally rises.

Step by step, he moves toward his door,

opens it slowly…

and stands in the corridor,

where shadows stretch longer than light.

Then he walks toward Jungkook’s gate—

only to find it slightly ajar,

as if it had been waiting

for someone to notice its secret.

He stands there,

long outside Jungkook’s gate,

while twisted thoughts swirl around him—

restless, confusing, unkind.

But he pushes them away,

as if brushing shadows from his mind.

And in that quiet defiance,

he makes his choice—

to step forward,

to go and see for himself

what truth might be waiting ahead.

What will be, will be,”

“I’ll see what hides inside.

Though fear is heavy in my chest,

perhaps no one is there at all—

maybe that’s why the gate stands open.--siju

He steps a little further inside,

and finds everything in place—

neat, untouched,

as if nothing had ever gone wrong.

All is calm,

everything looks perfectly fine,

without a single trace of disturbance—

no sign of complaint, no sign of chaos,

only an unsettling stillness

hanging in the air.

Everything seems perfectly fine here,” he thinks,

“Then why does everything feel so strange?”

Something isn’t right—he can sense it,

A quiet unease he can’t explain.

There is suspicion in his thoughts,

as if something is being hidden from him,

something unspoken, carefully buried.

And there’s that constant distance too—

as if the other always stays irritated,

always keeps him away,

never truly letting him in.

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In just a few seconds,

he feels it—

a presence behind him.

A quiet weight in the air,

as if someone is standing there,

watching.

And the feeling deepens—

not just a stranger’s gaze,

but something familiar…

something he somehow knows,

yet cannot turn to face.

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Siju only realizes it is Jungkook behind him.

His breath sharpens—

his senses suddenly too alive,

as if his usual calm is slipping beyond his control.

The air turns strange around him,

heavy, unreal,

like it’s pulling him into a daze.

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Then a voice comes from behind—

familiar to Siju,

soft yet piercing,

so delicate it lingers in the air,

as if it was meant to be heard forever.

And it speaks—calm, unreadable:

Do you have a habit…

of peering into other people’s rooms?

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