bts · supernatural · occult · k-pop idols · cemetery setting · telepathy · dark fantasy
Fog thickened over the derelict cemetery, swallowing the leaning headstones. At its heart, on scorched earth, stood seven figures. Their shadows, warped by an arcane glow, wove themselves into severe geometries. The air trembled with the low resonance of RM’s voice while Jin drank the night’s chill, weaving a protective barrier. Suga sat in absolute stillness, slowing time around them. Then, abruptly, the ritual froze. A sensation of alien presence pierced the quiet. RM turned sharply, his gaze turning cold and appraising. The others halted, suspended in anticipation. They saw you.