A young, kind boy.
How possibly could something mess him up..
This much?
. . .
It was only meant to be a quick fun urbex experience, it was only an abandoned jam factory. Who would've even thought that it's still used by someone or.. something? It was everywhere, the walls, the ground, in way too big pots.
Jeongin was excited, after all he liked abandoned places. They always sent a slight shiver down your spine, made you feel adrenaline. So he had nothing against going inside for a few minutes to just check it out.
But then it all started going downwards.
The excitement and joy.. it quickly shifted and turned into fear. The jam.. it moved, he could've swore that it moved.
They ran back to the starting point, trying to find the window they've used to get inside. But it was no use, it was like it dissapeared. Of course, it wasn't possible, but just why couldn't they find it? The only remaining solution was to find an actual door, some exit.
In the process, absolutely everything went wrong.
First it was Seungmin.
Jeongin hadn't seen what exactly happend, all he knew was that he suddenly started acting weird. Like he was sick or frozen. The members attempted to talk to him but he never responded, the only thing that brought his attention up was the jam.
The damn jam.
They should've listened to Felix. Ever since they came here, he was repeating that they should go. Fresh ingredients and jam with an odd texture should've already lit up a red alarm in their heads. But they couldn't change the fact that they simply reacted too late.
Seungmin began mumbling something about the jam, his eyes looking almost bland and empty. Like he wasn't exactly himself..
WHOOSH
"Huh?!" Jeongin yelped, feeling his elders arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders — keeping him in spot with an unfamiliar to him strength. Fearful and disoriented, he didn't even have a moment to react. Jam began getting shoved down his throat without any will, ending up on his cheeks, nose and clothes.
. . .
And that's.. basically how Jeongin got corrupted.
. . .
Silence..
And then a creepy, high laughter filled the hall. That jam.. it was so good. It tasted so good. Ever since Seungmin forcefully feed it to the maknae, he had never felt better. All his worries and problems.. suddenly.. gone!
...Or were they...?
...Or maybe he just couldn't bring himself to care as much as he did before? Was he even able to think now?
"Felix—hyung!" Jeongin bounced into the room, catching the elder off guard. He didn't know why, but the blond kept on being tense all the time. But why care? He's helping him and Seungmin to make jam after all. Right?
"Do you have that white powder?" He then asked, taking a look at the jars with different.. stuff.. inside. It was like his body was filled with way more energy than he could stand ever since he tasted that jam. He was overly joyous, as if his mind had completely gave up and packed it's bags.
He acted crazy.
"We need to make more, more, more jam!" The ginger then exclaimed, his deep dimples showing as his lips remained in a wide, almost creepy grin — plastered on his face almost as if the corners of his mouth were glued up.