Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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"Seriously, I'll sleep on the floor," Jimin whined for the nth time, hugging a huge dressing gown further around himself.

He wasn't lying either, anything would be preferable to climbing into a bed again, trapping his body beneath the suffocating silk sheets. The robe, which he had found hanging in the bathroom next to the door, was the only thing he could pull over himself, minus his clothes, without freezing in fear. Although, it probably helped that it was almost identical to the one he had brought Hoseok a couple of years ago.

Nodding adamantly to prove it, he waddled over to the corner of the room and, cautiously pulling the fluffy material around his body to make sure he didn't trip, he dropped down onto the soft carpet. Well aware that what he was doing was ridiculous, and not caring in the slightest, the dancer bunched his knees up to his chest, letting his tired head rest in the makeshift pillow they formed. Since he was exhausted, this absurd position felt impossibly comfortable to him, despite the small strain it put his neck under.

"See, I'm comfy," he compelled, which was nearly completely true, but he wasn't going to complain when he had already caused so much bother.

The elder, who had been observing everything from his casual stance in the doorway, gave him an unimpressed look, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow. There was no way he was buying any of it and Jimin was well aware of that.

"If I didn't know what caused this, I wouldn't leave until you were resting properly because you're not doing your body any favours sitting in that position," Taehyung expressed, just about masking his exasperation, "But I'll let you be, even though you really don't look comfortable."

"Thank you," he muttered, closing his eyes as he sunk further into the heavenly folds of the dressing gown; it was way too big for him and practically drowned his petite form.

"I'll get Jin hyung to make some food in a while, just before I leave."

"Mhm," he replied dopily, mere seconds from falling asleep.

It was blindingly obvious that his body deserved rest after what it had been through and a small smile flitted across the brunette's face, gazing for a moment at his tiny frame as he drifted off. Light cast a beautiful glow around the younger's black locks, giving the illusion of a halo. It danced over his long eyelashes and parted lips, making him look truly ethereal, exactly as his stage name suggested. However, the sides of his mouth quickly turned down, taken over by a surge of sadness. This world had a nasty habit of destroying the purest of people. Time after time it had proven to enjoy picking apart the most innocent souls and discarding the shattered remains.

He turned around, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, and headed straight to his office, where he knew the rest would be waiting for him.

Only twenty minutes into his peaceful nap, a frown worked its way onto Jimin's features, a result of the dreadful twist to the dream he was having. Oh, how frustratingly easy it was for his mind to weave a sinister thread of thought into his consciousness and riddle him with horrors once again.

Toes curling into the carpet, he scrunched his fingers into his arms, unable to wake from the tight clutches for his mind was in dire need of sleep. The nightmare took a turn for the worse, hurtling him through the warped memories of his father in that blank room. The scalpel glinted sinisterly behind his mind's eye, flecked with the same dim fluorescent lighting. He shook his head, but nothing worked. It was like he was in a trance, his mind completely consumed by the false reality.

Hushed whimpers and moans of pain left his lips, images of the blade dragging mockingly along his skin becoming clearer and clearer in his brain, until a hand yanked his hair back and he woke up. The ravenette's own hands immediately leapt to his hair, however, they didn't find anything clasped to it. His eyes flew open, revealing the stark emptiness of the room around him.