Mist {BTSxReader}

Chapter 32: Trees

"The true meaning of life is to plant trees under whose shade you do not expect to sit."

                                                                                  -Nelson Henderson

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND A SUPER DOPE SEAMONSTER 

The voices never seemed to stop. 

They were becoming louder by the day. Ever since the night you heard that man kill himself, more voices had started to fill your ears, even when you were conscious. Sometimes you'd heard voices of people you didn't know. Other times, it was the voices of your crew even when they weren't speaking. 

The voices said different things. You'd heard happy voices that spoke of their loved ones. You'd heard angry voices that spoke of betrayals. Some voices had even spoken of heartbreaks. You'd listened for another mention of the box--waited for a voice like the one you'd dreamed about--but it never came. 

These voices were too much for you to take. You'd shut yourself away in your quarters, claiming you were planning for the island. In all reality, you'd simply grown exhausted of the constant noise in your head. Being away from people was the only way to quiet the voices. 

Your blue eyes scanned over the documents in front of you, your left hand mindlessly scratching over the patch of blue scales that now decorated your chest. Every day that you grew closer to the blasted island, you lost a bit more of your humanity. 

Part of you wanted to seek out Jungkook. He knew more about sirens than anyone else on this ship. However, he'd developed feelings for you. You saw it in the way he looked at you and the way he spoke to you. You'd been avoiding him since that night he'd tried confessing to you on the deck. Seeking him out now would only encourage him, not to mention make you extremely uncomfortable. 

You let out a heavy sigh, moving your gaze to the untouched plate of bread on your work table. You still haven't eaten. You didn't have an appetite anymore. 

You'd been working on carving out the fake music box to fool Bluebeard. Once you got to the island, you'd be on your own and you'd need the fake box to be accurate enough to make Bluebeard believe you'd actually gone through with the plan. When, in all reality, once the mark was off, you'd give the real box to Jimin. 

The plan was perfect. By the time Bluebeard figured out his box was a fake, you and your crew would be so far gone, he'd have no way of catching you. After you left this world, Jimin and his men would be left to deal with the pirate king's wrath. With music box in Jimin's possession, it would be easy. It wouldn't be your problem. 

You'd move onto the next world and start the cycle all over again. 

"Sorry, old man," You muttered to yourself, glancing towards the half-finished music box, "Looks like you came all this way for nothing."

Before the words had even left your mouth fully, your body was launched into the air and thrown across the room and into the full-length mirror. You grunted at the impact, wincing slightly as you tried to rise from the floor. Shards of the reflective glass had dug into your palms, leaving numerous open wounds. 

On the deck above you, men were screaming and yelling out orders. You could heard terror in their voices. Something was attacking the ship. 

You quickly rose from the floor, your blue eyes wide. Another hard thud came, but you were prepared and managed to stay on your feet, stumbling towards the door. By the time you'd made it to the deck, hell had broken loose.