Erroneous [Vminkook]

21: Pandora's Box⚠️

Jimin feels cold the second he steps into his barren room, nothing but the empty coldness as a reflection to what he actually feels inside.

When he closes the door behind him, his ability to feel only grows less and less intact within his body. It didn't even feel like he's breathing anymore, or even alive as he hugs the silk robe closer to him - his tiny figure sliding onto the bed with knees to his chest; hugging them as his only connection to comfort that he has grown adjusted to.

There's only been small occasions in his life where Jimin has truly felt something; occasions he can name out with the five fingers of his hand.

The time he was kidnapped the first time, where he was scared and small from the strangers around him. He feared the hands the teared the clothes off his body and beaten him to behave for the strangers.

When he was first assaulted before a camera, he was in pain. It went on for hours before he truly felt nothing.

The day was saved, where he can still feel his tears of relief when the cops found his bruised and abused body with the other kids. He felt that satisfaction when they put down his masters and wrapped a blanket around his small body, assuring him that everything was going to be okay.

The second he was with his parents again, feeling happiness that he was finally going to be okay. They made sure to make him feel as comfortable as possible, and despite his lack of vocabulary due to the time of being so emotionally isolated, he was grateful for their effort.

Lastly..... The night they were murdered. That was the last day.... Jimin felt anything close to feelings again.

Would being neutral or numb be considered as a feeling? If that was the case, he feels that every single damn day of his life. He has grown to crave quick yet lewd moments since those were the only times he didn't feel all too alone, or unwanted.

They called him pretty names, sometimes a little too aggressive names, but he stopped fighting them off after he realized there's no way to win on his behalf. So he became a lifeless body, just a little slut for his masters with no escape out.

He's a body without a voice, without a damn soul at this point.

And he prefers it that way, that means he won't get hurt or disappointed if he doesn't feel.

If he does let himself spark that flame, he will face a long and lonely path of devastation because he has learned that happiness is temporary and nothing lasts forever.

Now as he sits here in this dark and lonely night, he lets this be the peace of his mind after days of chaos that has happened recently; with Jungkook in the hospital, days and nights planning, to last night at the club and finally to this lonely moment now, it's not something Jimin is not use to yet it still feels different whenever he goes through it the isolation.

What's different this time around is that the silence in his room didn't last long like how it usually did.

The door to his room suddenly creeks open, shedding some light from the hallway into his room. Jimin didn't even look up to know who it was, only kept his chin on his knees with eyes to the floor as he hugs his legs closer to himself.

He isn't afraid of a single man or woman's intentions towards him anymore, so he could careless about the figure who slides onto the bed beside him. However, the second he smells that familiar cologne of wood and apples, he finds himself falling into a wave of ease.

Especially with the rough hand caressing his back, almost as if assuring him of who it is.

"An endless wave of thoughts in that pretty head, huh Jimin?"

His name. He's still not use to people calling his name after years of using a staged name, anything but his real identity.

He doesn't know whether to cringe or feel comfort by it.

"You could say that," Jimin whispers back, letting the soft touch of Taehyung's warm hand rub his neck to ease some of it's tension, "Just thinking of my parents."

A low hum whispers beside him and he turns his head; seeing the masked man with a golden silk robe to match his mask open, no shirt under with silk black pajama pants, settling in how comfortable he seems to appear.

Jimin could never get over how breathtaking this man's figure is. So beautiful, especially with the tattoos tinting his golden skin.

"Miss them?"

Jimin blinks a few times and slowly shakes his head, "I can't miss someone when I barely knew who they were," he murmurs and meets his eyes, "They're dead; shot and gutted when I was a kid before my eyes."

Taehyung doesn't say anything for a moment, keeping his eyes steadily on the man but Jimin doesn't even show signs of pity or sadness in those eyes.

Such pretty yet empty eyes.

So Taehyung stares at the clock tattoo on his hand instead, "My family died in a fire, while I was in the house, right before my eyes," He whispers back, letting the clock almost make the illusion as if it's moving, and he breaks a soft smile, "Guess we aren't so different, with parental issues and all."

To this Jimin breaks a twitching smile and uses his other hand to softly caress his thumb on Taehyung's skin, where the clock tattoo is, "Time heals wounds," He whispers, letting his touch run over a burn mark right under Karma's inked skin, "But does it ever heal?"

The delicate contact urged Taehyung to slowly interlaces their fingers together, eyes now softening to how his hand almost completely covers over Jimin's; like a protective angel wing.

Then he gently guided him to his chest, laying down on the bed with eyes closed without another word.

Nothing was said after that, not like they were even needed. The silence spoke for itself, caressing the two male into a deep sleep with distinct dreams as they cling onto each other, never in their lives being held like this by anyone with such intimacy.

And the dreams circulated their minds.

One where the masked man witnesses the fire of his home, watching his loving mother and heroic father burn before his eyes.

And one where the small male is reliving a time in his life, where he actually felt alive. A time where he was more than just a whore; trained on his confidence to hold onto gun and kill to defend his skin, and to smile happily as the man who caused it protected him like a little safe box; A beautiful safe box who transformed into the Pandora's box, all because of him.

Kim Namjoon.

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A/N:
Oop-

Guess Namjoon made an appearance....

Let's see what his role is here!

I PURPLE YOU! <333