BTS Imagines

Jimin ~ Time

When I was six years old, my family sold me off to a wealthy couple who owned the huge mansion at the end of the street. A towering range of concrete wall surrounding every inch of their property. Me and my twelve siblings would sometimes play outside the walls. We would throw ideas around about how it looked like inside the wall or if the rumors were true that a family of vampires resided inside and that there were a pile of dead bodies underneath the mansion.

None of it were true as I've discovered in the later years.

I was brought in by my own mother. The gates opened and they ushered us inside, the servants. I don't remember much that time, only my mother's tear stricken face. She said that I was going to live inside the mansion and I remember being happy. I never knew that after that, I would never see her again, never see my siblings again. I was only a child when I was separated from my family. There was no way that I could've prepared for it.

I grew up having so little memories of my family. They treated me kindly. I slept in a gorgeous warm bed, they dressed me in beautiful clothes, they paid for my education and lavished me with riches. My mother could never give me what I have now but I would trade everything I have just to be with them again.

I didn't have any friends inside the walls. Everyday I would converse only with the servants but they were too preoccupied with their own jobs to take time to entertain me. There were rules inside the mansion. They placed me in the right wing for a reason; I was never to cross over to the opposite side of the mansion. I never questioned them but I was getting curious every single day that passed.

One of the servants told me on my tenth birthday that I was to be wed with the couple's only son. He was gravely ill as I've been told. My mind raced around as I lied flat on my bed. I was to be married to a stranger. The news did not surprise me. I have foreshadowed it along the way but I was curious as to why I never met him.

"Fleur."

She was two years older than me and she has been working in the mansion longer than I've been here. She was from the countryside before she lived here as a maid. I was the closest to her and we were almost like sisters to each other.

"Yes, mistress." Fleur stopped her busy hands for a moment and untangled them from my hair. She laid the brush down at the boudoir as I instructed her too.

"What's his name?" I asked her nicely. "The boy I'm going to marry."

She looked over her shoulders before placing her fingers on my lips to shush me, "We're not supposed to talk about him around here." She whispered lowly.

"Why?" I asked again as she hurriedly put me to bed.

"I don't know either. I'm just following the rules." She added, her eyes met mine. Knowing that I would seek for the answer myself, she warned me, "I know what you're thinking. Don't do it. Stay in bed and you'll stay out of trouble."

The morning of my seventeenth birthday came. The sun wasn't up yet but I was already awakened by a strange dream. It looked so vivid. The place was somewhere inside the mansion. I know it. I couldn't lie still as the fresh scene in my head replayed over and over again.

The corridor was empty as I stood in the middle, bare footed. The path divided into two which destination both I did not know. I followed my own thoughts and the brief memory of my dream until I realized that I have crossed over to the other side of the mansion, the one that they warned me to avoid. The carpet felt rougher on this side, it grazed the soles of my foot. The same doors were lined along the walls but only one door was obviously out of place.