Joonie's Quest!

hi baby! surprise!

hehe, um... the truth about this is: this was supposed to be for our 8th monthasary! but you know me and my planning skills...

hehe!

but i really wanted to make something fun for you, something very specially for you!

so i tried with this... i really hope it'll work well for you, and maybe even get some smiles along the way.

HAPPY 8 MONTHS BABY, AND

♡

HAPPY 9 MONTHS, 273+ DAYS TOO!

♡

CLICK ME
when you're ready to play!

i hope you'll enjoy ♡

disclaimer: the game developer is a complete n00b and takes FULL responsibility for their actions.

the living room is much warmer than every other room, you're sure.

sunlight pushes and spills in as though trying to claim the space for itself, but it's too well lived-in and loved to be stolen away,

even by a star.

the center of the room is still an affectionate mess:

most of the couches are stripped of their cushions, which sit... organised against the longest couch, held together by a bed sheet.

the blanket fort takes up most of the living space, absorbing the sunlight with everything piled up in and around it.

and the one couch with its cushions?

it sits peacefully against the wall that opens into the corridor leading to everyone's rooms.

faint music danced through the air while you consider where to look.

warm air smelling faintly of cereal welcomes you into the kitchen and your stomach rumbles in response.

but what do us healthy, life-loving people do when we're hungry?

yes, we supply our bodies with nutrients!

but... you're still waking up, not really in the mood to commit to a meal.

when you rummage through the refrigerator, emerging with a snack chosen by your mood, you swing the door closed and lean against it.

the oven's definitely out of the question and you just checked the fridge...

where else would something be hidden in the kitchen?

the overhead light makes the room look crisp, shadows sharper than anywhere else in the dorms.

a mild, soapy scent lingers in the humid air, accompanied by the muted sounds of water running through the pipes.

it appears there's not much to look through here, but you feel you might miss something if you overlook it.

but where would he put something he wants you to find?

you sift through the cupboard beneath the sink, bumping your head a few times while nudging through various toiletries.

nothing looks out of place save for a note stuck between a bottle of mouthwash and a box of soap.

after retrieving it, you close the cupboard and straighten up, ensuring your head's safety before reading:

_________________

i'm surprised you found this one!

i didn't think you'd really look here, but it's good to be thorough, right?

sometimes, you have to do the same thing differently for things to work out!

like last night, i was playing this mobile game again...

_________________

huh. you secure the note, looking over the sink area once more before turning your attention to the rest of the room.

the rack holds a set of thin and fluffy towels, stark white standing out in between various earthy colours.

you peek through them quickly, but you find nothing but soft fabric. some of them smelling too strongly of detergent.

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KEEP LOOKING?

you unfurl the towels one by one, patting through them carefully and turning them over in search of any notes, items, anything.

as you open up the third towel, something falls out onto your foot and bounces onto the floor, leaving a slight sting in its wake.

you fold and set the towel back onto the rack, stooping to retrieve the little object that so viciously attacked you.

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SEASHELL acquired!
a small turquoise, seashell with lovely little frills on one edge. it's rough against your fingertips and smells like paint.

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this must be one of the key items mentioned in the note, right?

finding one makes you a winner, but the note mentioned four...

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WHAT WILL YOU DO?

you slip the small seashell into your pocket with extra care, rubbing the pad of your finger over the bumpy surface.

one item is good, but multiple items would be better, right? and you didn't raise yourself to be a quitter!

you wipe some sweat from your brow. the humidity is starting to get to you, maybe you shouldn't stand around much longer.

as you draw nearer, the sounds of splashing and running water grow louder...

once you're faced with the shower curtain a wave of damp heat sweeps over you.

it's definitely occupied, but you don't remember anyone mentioning a shower—or even being around to take one.

then again, you might have dozed off longer than you thought.

besides, what if there's something hidden in the soap, or in a shampoo bottle? you never know!

that is.... if it hasn't already been washed away.

your thoughts swirl indecisively, but you can't keep loitering.

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WILL YOU INSPECT THE SHOWER?

HOW WILL YOU INSPECT THE SHOWER?

you pull the shower curtain wide open and your actions are greeted with a splash of warm water and a shriek.

something soft lands on your cheek, easily swiped off with your thumb.

one min yoongi, in the tub set up with ocean-blue water and bubbly foam, sinks back into the tub with a sigh.

the soapy foam slides into your palm while a piece of construction paper brushes the back of the other.

"a psychic said you might peek in."

a psychic said- you take the damp paper, shaking it a few times before picking up on the scrawl:

________

you check occupied showers?

wh█t k██d █f q█████o██b█ ███a███u█ ██ ███t?

you've gotta be more careful
of the things you decide to peek at...

you never know what could be hiding...

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one line is too smudged to read... but, at least you confirmed:

there is nothing in the shower!

well, standing beside a certain someone relaxing in the tub is starting to get awkward.

you pull the shower curtains closed and mentally run through more... feasible places to check.

you tug the shower curtain just enough to peek into the shower.

there's nothing but a single puddle in the middle of it, accompanied by a slow,

continuous dripping.

the sound of it echoes right up to the ceiling. you think nothing of it until you glance at the faucet.

not a drop of water slips out; after all, it was repaired some weeks ago.

everything around the puddle is dry, maybe the roof is leaking?

when you look up, something wet drops heavily across your eyes.

you might have thought it a towel if it were less rubbery, and... slimy.

it's so slimy it drips across your cheeks, almost into your ears, and it's so gross you stumble away, barely catching yourself on the way down.

your head lifts on its own, and when you manage to force your eyes open...

a wriggling mass, reds and whites blending together in bubbling concentric circles, slaps its limbs against the high corners of the wall.

it seems to be stuck to the ceiling while your gaze is stuck on it.

that's why you see the red limb swinging down to flop onto your head, but you're not quick enough to avoid it.

you're not quick enough to avoid the slimy limb that drops onto your shoulder, either.

nor the slimy limbs falling onto your legs, the little ones spooling onto your hands...

the sheer weight of it sends you sprawling onto the floor.

it just keeps piling on until all you see are darkened reds and whites, slime dripping and sticking to you until you feel like you're stuck in gelatin.

even as your senses dim, shock running its course so well you feel like you are being carried away, one thought runs on repeat:

WHO THE FUCK LET THIS THING INTO THE DORM?

you set the note down and roll back to your spot in bed, wiggling around until you're comfortable...

barely any time passes, you're sure of it. maybe a minute, ten at most, but when the door swings open and knocks against the wall, you can't deny the absence of sunlight in your eyes—or in the room.

solid weight settles on you before you can roll over;

next thing you know your ears are being tugged in every possible direction while a shrill voice rings out.

"you... hecking nerd!"

if it was meant to be annoyed, the snickering between huffy breaths completely ruins the effect.

"you can't just ignore notes and go back to sleep!"

truth is you can, and you did. perks of the free world!

"or did you sleep through the day?" the tugging eases for only a moment before returning full force.

"no, you don't look like you've slept at all!"

and how would that look if not like you?

but it's impossible to get a word in with all the ranting and raving, and all the annoyed bouncing is really going to do a number on your back later...

GAME OVER

oops! you're empty handed? this won't do, there's no way to decide your fate if you don't have anything to trade...

you retrieve your phone, quickly firing off a message detailing the findings of your quest to the alleged questmaster.

shortly after, you receive a reply:

oooh!
did you really find

wait wait,
i'm coming!
i can't w

i can't wait to here all about

everything!

CONGRATULATIONS ON COMPLETING YOUR QUEST!

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please present your acquired item
to your nearest kim seokjin to determine your fate!

if multiple items were acquired,
please present them in order they were obtained.

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