After his best friend went to bed, he decided to lay down on the couch. He felt drained, all the painful memories he tries so hard to suppress, came down crushing on him these days.
Laying down on the couch, he looked up at the ceiling. The heavy feeling returning to his chest, with unshed tears threatening to fall once again. He wished he could make them all go away, but he knows he can't.
His mind goes back to the old days, nearly 350 years... to the infamous Salem witch trials, which everyone thought that he died in. Maybe a part of him did die there, in that lake that day.
The thing he most clearly remembers was the smell... so... pungent and unbearable. Being in the witch jails, along with so many people who were accused of witchcraft, which Jimin knew, most of them were innocent, just were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Too cramped, people all over each other, mostly adults, but he remembers a four-year-old, a little girl named Dorothy. How could they accuse her of such a thing, just because she was a hyperactive child, was beyond Jimin, but he himself was in no place to try and save himself, let alone anyone else.
They were starved for days, weeks on end. Not even a single drop of water was given to them. Some of them even dying because of starvation, waiting to be trialed.
The tests that were done on them to prove their guilt were beyond ridiculous, and impossible to pass. Because even if someone passed, they would find another excuse to still find them guilty and hang them.
He remembers the first accused witch, Bridget, that was called on trial and then, after two days of trialing her, witnesses coming forward and spewing a bunch of crap, she was hanged.
Jimin knew she was innocent, but that didn't matter to those who wanted to end them all. A little bit of suspicion was enough to get them accused and eventually hanged.
When it was his time to get trialed, they put him to test first, to see if he was a witch or not. By the time they came to tie his wrists and ankles to do the "swimming test", he was already a half dead body, not being given anything to eat or drink for so long.
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The moment they threw him in the lake, Jimin knew that was it for him. His body tried to struggle, involuntarily holding his breath, trying to think of a way out of that situation, but his body was too tired, too powerless.
He could feel the water entering his lungs, a burning sensation from doing anything he can to hold his breath just for a little bit longer. But soon he started swallowing more and more water, which led to coughing and more struggling.
Unconsciousness followed most probably, because the next time Jimin opened his eyes he was met with a mint haired man, with the most captivating face he's ever seen.
Jimin shook his head, closing his eyes, tears falling from his eyes upon remembering the face that not only saved him, but showed him how to live again. The ache in his heart doubling by the memory of those eyes, so worried, looking at him like Jimin held all his life in his own small hands.
He couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up from the couch, wiping his tear-stained cheeks with his sweater paws and went to get a glass of water. He opened the fridge, getting a cold bottle out and pouring it into the glass.
When he got the glass to his lips, he heard a sob coming from Taehyung's room. Leaving the glass on the counter, he run to his room.
"Tae, baby?" he slowly opened the door, his eyes fell on him, his forehead covered in sweat, tears falling down his cheeks, down to his neck. "Tae! Tae, wake up! Wake up baby, come on." he tried to calmly shake him a little, and he woke up with a heavy sob, Jimin quick to pull him in a hug and whispering /it's okay it was just a bad dream/ .
But when he heard Taehyung whisper something in return he pulled back. "It was me Jimin-ah! It was ME! I killed those people, I did that, it was me!" over and over again, the tears never stopping.
Jimin's eyes widened, he didn't think it would start this soon and certainly not like this.
He wiped the sweat and the tears off of his friend's face, "You are awake now, you are here and you are safe," he gave a kiss to his forehead, "you are safe, we are safe."
He laid him gently on the bed, leaving him to go make a tea. After he came, he made sure Taehyung drank all of it, and within seconds, he was fast asleep again. "I'm sorry for doing this to you, Taehyungie, but it's time I meet an old...," he gulped like the next word was a rock hard to swallow, "friend..." he whispered to himself, pulling the blanket over his roommate's sleeping body.
Slowly closing the door, he went to his room to get changed. "What am I doing?" he said, when he was looking at the mirror to make sure he looked presentable, which he knew, didn't matter, because the other has seen him at his worst. So showing up to meet him with puffy eyes and rosy cheeks wasn't that bad.
The moment Jimin saw Jungkook in that alley, holding Taehyung in his arms, he knew he would have to meet Him eventually. But no matter how much he tried to prepare himself, his hands were still shaky while writing the paper with details of where to meet, they were still shaky when he light up the fire and sent the message to him.
His legs wobbly while he got out of the house, hoodie on his head, heading to the meeting place he arranged. 200 hundred years... After 200 hundred years, he would finally see him. He both looked forward and dreaded this moment.
Once he arrived at the abandoned house a little outside of the town they lived in, he took a deep breath, before entering.
The sound the old door made, made his skin crawl. The inside of the house was dark apart from a little bit of street light coming in from the creak on the side of the house.
He was there, Jimin could feel his presence.
"We have to talk." Jimin finally said, voice so small, not above a whisper.
A chilling voice came from his back, from the shadows.
"Nearly 200 hundred years, and I don't even get a hello, my pretty witch?"
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