28 Days | Jungkook ✔

Bag

    "To Hell? Really, are you sure you're willing to go?" She asks, surprised by my decision.

    I shrug. "Why not? Aren't you the one who go suggested it in the first place?"

     "Yes, but you have to realize I can't go with you. You'll be going alone," she warns.

   I gulp. "Right. The rule is mortals are restricted from going to hell more than once. So you aren't permitted to enter."

    "Once again I want to ask, are you sure you want to do this?" She repeats.

    I huff, defeated. "I need to find Taehyung and save Jungkook. It seems I don't have any other options."

"You're right-you don't have any other choices..." she mutters to herself.

  "So what time should we meet... is right now good?" I inquire, getting ready to bolt out the door.

    "No. It's only 5:20 PM right now. We should meet up before midnight, discuss our plan, and when the clock strikes 12, you should be transported to the Underworld."

     "Why is it always midnight?" I groan.

     "No idea." She chuckles. "I don't make the rules I just spread them around."

    I laugh. She has such a similar sense of humor...

    She tells me the address of the phonebooth and we decide we'd meet there a half hour before 12. After saying farewell, I finally hang up.

    I do my homework and watch some dramas. What else could I have done to pass the time?

From my window, I peeped outside. The sky is completely dark. I guess I should start packing my dufflebag.

What does one exactly bring to Hell?

I place a couple of water bottles in my bag. The Underworld is hot, right? What if I get thirsty?

Confused with what I was doing, I call the disguised lady to ask questions about the trip. She doesn't pick up.

Exhausted, I finally put in some more water bottles and a couple of snacks. Food is always necessary for a journey.

I check the time on my watch. It's 10:40 PM. I should probably go early.

Placing my bag on my shoulder, I slip out of my bedroom. Quietly, I walk across the apartment until I reach the living room. The lights were off, since everybody in the house was sleeping.

    I'm about to open the door, when sound of the wooden floor creaking instills fear in me. Guess not everybody in the house was sleeping.

    "Where are you going?"

    That young, soft voice.. It didn't resemble any of my parents.

    I whip my head around. In his Spider-Man pajamas holding a pillow, was my little brother, Hyuk.

I gulp. "Uh, uh..."

    What was I supposed to say? God, I hated lying to him.

"Where have you been going out for the past few weeks? You seem so... stressed." He finally says.

    Little boy just called me out.

I decided to tell him the partial truth.

"I'm going to save someone's life," I admitted.

    "Who?" Hyuk wonders.

    "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook," I whisper, the sweat pooling above my eyebrow.