Jimin finds himself in an asylum before he's found by six men. Familiar and 'wondrous.' He remembers them. He killed them. But these men claim to remember things differently, yearning to convince Jimin of his innocence, and their liveliness.
Stunned...
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"Passion through obsession may always hinder fear formulated by unrelenting sorrow."
Jimin meandered through the decaying remnants of the land, his mind a mere obscuration of curiosity and reluctance. The rotting flora flanking the path seemed to kneel towards his pacing, each step seemingly seeking to ensnare him within the grasses.
He halted before the gnarled bark that shaped ahead, appearing to mark the trail's terminus.
"Hello?" Jimin's calling resounded into an eerie silence, wincing when reached to prod at the cut from his lip up to his cheek, Yoongi's doing.
The sublime breeze that once animated the scenery had stilled, and the flowers seemed to have lost Jimin's direction.
"...Okay." He tempered his inquisitiveness, easing himself towards the arboreal mass at the path's end. The tree cherished the silence much like Jimin did. At least, that's what Jimin told himself as he scrutinized its withering figure.
He stood before it, tilting his head at the squelch it emitted under his gaze.
It shattered the quietude, rather than Jimin's oppressive thought of the tree's near-human mannerisms as its roots pulsated.
Was it breathing!?
Jimin turned, scanning his surroundings for any leering presence.
Nothing.
He turned back to the tree, raising a trembling hand. His finger quivered as he neared the tree, the aura it exuded stabbing at his resolve.
"Your company is that way."
"Jesus!" Jimin spun around, his hand retreating to his heart as it pounded from the relentless fears that had crowded him the entire day.
He looked up, only to find Yoongi standing there, remorseless.
"Who?" Yoongi's expression was one of grim indifference.
Jimin blinked, unamused by Yoongi's apparent ignorance. "...No one. It's just a phrase."
"Ah. That way." Yoongi's arm hovered, a gentle gesture towards an opening that Jimin hadn't recognized before.
"That wasn't there before-"
Yoongi's sardonic laughter degraded Jimin's claim, that fucking malformed smile throbbing when he did, "I'm sure."
"It wasn't!" Jimin's arms flailed as he defended his assertion, his honesty evident.
"Go now. Unless you wish for paralysis to befall you once you touch that tree. You should do some reading, Jimin." Yoongi waved, his forsaken claws following him as he departed.
"Fuck you." Jimin muttered, glaring at the tree. He had still been upset that Yoongi sent him through an area with naivety. Not to again mention the slashing that Jimin couldn't seem to dismiss, poking up again at the stitching.
