An Encounter in their high school locker room changed Jimin's view, it leaves him unsettled. He is infected by troubling thoughts and dreams. Who will provide him peace now?
He doesn't reply. There is a glint of something in his eyes, maybe fear or malevolence. I grunt in frustration and push him harder.
Despite my anger, I feel my cock, hard and upright, grinding into him. There is intense pain in my body, but I am in a place beyond it now. I am inches away from his red lips, and his flushed cheeks.
I can feel his heart beating rapidly through his shirt. All around me is his smell, the smell of him, the smell of the two of us, together. "Dude, let go of me," he says, quietly.
His voice is shaking. I brace across his chest with my forearm. He struggles, but I have him completely immobilized.
I reach down into my pocket, pull out the long nail, and push it up against his neck. He stiffens and stops moving. My hand is shaking and the sharp end of the nail makes a bloody scratch across the stubble of his neck.
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"Get out of my head," I say, quietly, through gritted teeth. Hoseok's eyes are trained fiercely on mine. They are hot, steaming pools, where, up close like this, a hundred different colors swim.
We stare at each other for a long moment. "Jimin," he says. His voice is calmer, now.
"Jimin, you need to relax, OK? I need you to relax your hands." I search his eyes. He is trying to manipulate me.
Right? He must be. "Jimin, let go," he says. I feel my mind begin to fog.
"No," I say, pressing harder into him. The nail draws fresh blood on his neck. "Stop! Stop fucking with my brain.
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You can not do this to me anymore!" I am yelling at him, but it's too late. The fog mounts. I feel it swirl into my mind, and back into my thoughts, clouding my memory of this day, what I'm doing here in this locker room.
What am I doing now, pressed up against... Hoseok? "No!" I scream the word. I will not let him do this to me. Not anymore.
I press the nail harder into his neck. He lets out a pained shout. And then, all of a sudden, it's here. I can sense its presence before I can see it or hear it.
The air turns glassy and the light has a rotten, sour quality. I look to the end of the row of lockers and it rounds the corner, eyes sunken into its skull, skin, and bones, walking slowly toward us. I look back and forth between the iteration of Jamie in front of me, and the iteration of Hoseok coming toward us, the emaciated, ghost-like wraith.
I struggle to understand -- are there two of him? If there are two, what does it mean? Which one has been tormenting me? Both of them? Neither of them? Are there more? The fog is so thick. I can't think. I can't think.
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The wraith is moving slowly, but it's steadily closing the distance between us. I see it drop its arm from behind it, and see the large hammer it's holding. Its eyes are trained on me, fixed on me.
"Jimin.. Jimin, let me go," the Hoseok in front of me says, writhing again. "Shut up!" I yell at him. Flecks of my spit hit his face.
