Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭

❝ B̶͒͜ĕ̶̩̣̜ ̶̘̦̙̿̒̑̀c̸̠̘͒ǎ̵͎̗͜ṟ̶̡͓̋̏̾͘ë̶̩́̉ḟ̶͈̂ù̵̫̅͆l̷̤̈̑̑ ̸̩̊̉͌͜ͅw̷̦̔̈́ḥ̸̨̞̈́̎ö̸̞̟̝ ̵̱̽y̵̟͋̈̌̂o̸̻̲̪̥͛͊̀͋ṵ̴̯̠͎͋̐͑ ̶͓̼̯̺̔̋f̸̲̬̉͌͜a̶̠͆̍̾͠l̷͙̝͖̩̈̊͠l̷̝̼͗̉̆ ̴͓̪̽ĩ̴̦̌̀͛ǹ̸̜̟̱ ̶͈͚̄͌ḷ̴̻͇̐̐o̴̱͑͂͂̂v̸̨͙͚͖͛͗̒e̴̦̬̪͕͋͐͆̄ ̵̘̲͖̀̄ẃ̸͈͓̉̉i̴̧̜͂͝ṱ̷̜̓͐̚h̸͍̖̐͜͝.̸͈͚͔͋̄͋ ❞
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Park Soomi

A steady beating echoed in the distance of this pitch-black void. With my vision completely compromised, I slowly walked forward, guided only by the rhythmic sound. As the drumming gradually rose in volume, it became much more recognizable.

A heartbeat.

I continued moving, though I couldn't tell if I was progressing forward with the darkness enveloping me. That was, until a dim, red light emerged in the distance, faintly illuminating an eerie path.

But with nothing else in sight, I settled for this destination. The closer I got, the brighter the shimmering light glowed, and the louder the heart beat. When I finally reached the source of light, I feverishly rubbed my eyes, wondering if they were deceiving me. Because here before me, emanating the red rays, was a heart.

A human heart.

It merely floated in the air with no body attached. I was so engrossed, captivated by the vision before me, that I didn't notice the emanation of whispers engulfing me until they grew too loud to ignore.

My own heart began beating faster as the haunting whispers advanced towards me from every direction.

And as I placed a hand against my chest, a realization struck me, a realization so uncanny that it left cold shivers snaking down my arms.

The floating heart beat perfectly in time with mine.

As the heart's thumping swelled in tempo to match mine, a rapid, high-pitched beeping joined the concoction of sounds. It emerged like a warning, resembling a heart monitor as the world flashed between black and red.

"Be careful who you fall in love with."

The echoing words managed to break through the impenetrable wall of sounds right before the beeping accelerated to an intolerable pace.

Then there was silence, everything replaced by one, simple sound: a flatline, ringing softly in the distance.

But that haunting ring still echoed in my ears as everything faded into a blinding brightness.

Little by little, the patches of white clouding my vision dissipated, replaced by the less daunting darkness of my fully enclosed room. I blinked a few times, whisking away the few white dots that still lingered. Strange. Other than my heart, which continued drumming loudly against my chest, everything was oddly calm, a quiet stillness blanketing over me.

Maybe I have just gotten used to all of this. I sighed as the thought came to me. The possibility of that being true might even be more terrifying than the nightmare itself. But then the memory of recent events came rushing back, and I realized now how all of it had truly affected my state of mind.

He's dead. He's really dead.

The moment would forever be scorched into my mind.

That man is really dead. He'll never be able to lay another hand on Jimin again, or anyone for that matter.