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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The air was broad with the stench of rot, perpetual azure twilights casting eerie shadows aside Jimin. He scampered through the perished expanse of grasses, each step sinking into the fetid earth as he fled from the entrance of The Hatter's macabre tea reception.
The grotesque parody of Taehyung's former self disclosed Jimin's dread for any further perilous encounters.
In his hand, he clutched the white rose, its petals impossibly pristine amidst the weight of Jimin's hold. Alongside the rose, Jimin held the small glass bottle. Empty, yet seeming to perch with an uncanny significance.
Jimin feared what The Hatter might do once he noticed Jimin had taken the glass bottle and rose.
Though The Hatter was fully aware and appeared indifferent, Jimin had been prone to relentless torments and expected nothing less.
As he navigated the fickle terrain, Jimin's daze halted after a sudden rustle drew from an underbrush.
"Hello?" He called out, tucking the bottle into his pocket.
Silence.
"Fucking Yoongi." Jimin scoffed, strolling over fallen roses to proceed over the sod.
He paced for some time, finding that he'd given himself his own sense of direction. A direction that he'd manipulate based on any apparent, repetitive sound.
He kept hearing this persistent tick, one that grew nearer the more he modified his direction towards it.
He often gazed aside to monitor his surroundings, peering at the bushes to ensure they remained still.
Jimin shriveled, bending his ear to his shoulder when the ticking riddled his fixation. He hauled his eyes to open, leering warily before he found another entry way.
One that was at more of a disarray than the opening to Taehyung's festivities.
Jimin knew that his wonder would never hinder his fear, so he continued to walk to press aside the twigs and stems of the entrance.
He stared, eyes drifting wide to stream over the clocks shrouding the perimeter of the area.
Jimin's nightmare. Endless time-tellers that he'd begin to count and monitor until it'd satisfy his compulsions. An authentic burden he carried over himself. A mental belief that if he'd count correctly for a certain amount of time, things might occur in his favor. It'd appease him.
A principle for an obsessive-compulsion disorder.
Jimin winced, turning around after having stepped to the center of the site.
An agile silhouette had tampered with something in a corner near some bushes. Jimin facilitated his steps to manage a quiet approach, recognizing a pocket watch clutched tightly in the man's hand.
