Blackpink Imagines

Basement Scare: Blackpink🌧️

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"Okay! From the top! 5, 6, 7, 8," the dance instructor commanded. The girls and I mirrored her every move, our limbs swinging and legs swaying in sync. Amidst the energetic routine, my clumsiness got the better of me, and I unintentionally knocked over the cup of water that served as our center mark.

"Oh my goodness, I'm terribly sorry," I exclaimed, flustered, as I hurried to find something to mop up the spilled water.

"There's a mop in the basement; I'm sure that would be better for cleaning up the water," the instructor suggested. I glanced at her, feeling a mix of guilt for the interruption and a desire not to delay the others.

"Don't worry, we'll wait for you," reassured Jennie, her smile warm and understanding.

"Would you like me to go with you, Y/nnie?" Lisa offered, showing concern in her tone.

Shaking my head, I replied, "No, it's okay, I've got it," I assured my friends, my voice trying to mask the unease swirling within me.Turning away, I made my way toward the basement door, the instructor's suggestion echoing in my mind. The thought of facing the darkness below made my heart quicken.

As I pushed the door open, the basement greeted me with an oppressive darkness that seemed to swallow any trace of light. My fear, an old companion from childhood, surged within me, clenching my chest.

I stood frozen at the top of the stairs, the silence of the basement feeling suffocating. It was silly, I knew. It was just a room, an ordinary place. But rationality struggled against the irrational grip of fear.

With trembling steps, I descended, my hand seeking the comfort of the railing for support. Each creak of the stairs amplified the pounding of my heart, the quiet intensifying the fear that gripped me.

Reaching the bottom, my fingers brushed against the wall until they found the familiar shape of the light switch. With a hesitant flick, the basement was bathed in light, dispelling the darkness that seemed to suffocate me. Yet, the remnants of fear lingered, a reminder of its enduring hold.

I quickly found the mop and bucket, focusing on the task at hand to distract myself. The routine motions brought a semblance of normalcy, a shield against the unease that lingered.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from above, and Jennie's voice broke the silence, "Y/n, are you okay down there?"

I paused, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Yeah, I'm fine," I called back, grateful for their concern, a reassuring presence in my moment of vulnerability.

In a rush to finish and escape the eerie basement, I grasped the mop tightly, ready to ascend the stairs. But just as I approached, the door suddenly swung shut with a resounding thud. Panic surged through me as I lunged toward it, hands frantically twisting the knob, but the door refused to yield, trapping me inside.

To compound my distress, the overhead light flickered ominously before plunging the room into complete darkness. My breath hitched, heart pounding in my chest, as I stood frozen in the pitch-black basement. The silence felt stifling, broken only by the sound of my racing pulse.

My cries for help echoed off the walls of the basement, desperation lacing every word as I pounded on the door with all my might.

"JENNIE UNNIE! JISOO UNNIE! Please, help!" My voice quivered with fear, tears streaming down my cheeks. The darkness, now an oppressive shroud, intensified my terror, triggering a wave of panic that threatened to overwhelm me.

The weight of my phobia bore down on me, crushing me in its grip. Every second trapped in that suffocating darkness felt like an eternity, each heartbeat drumming a frantic rhythm of desperation.