Touch | [BTS] p.j.m x reader

오 | Five

His beautiful eyes started to swirl, quickly changing into a bright electric blue color. It was hypnotizing, and slightly unnerving to see. His arms slowly dropped from my side, resting by his legs as he looked at me with no emotion now.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, voice sounding so broken now.

"W-What?"

"Close your eyes." He said, a bit more firm now. I refused to listen, eyes remaining open as I watched his face transform. His smooth skin grew pale, eyes shining that bright blue still. His neck strained, veins protruding as he looked at me with guilt.

"Please, shut your eyes." He said once again, hand coming over my eyes to block my vision. As he felt my eyelashes flutter against his hand, indicating I closed my eyes, he pulled his hand away. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in close, soft lips kissing my cheek gently, making goosebumps appear.

I opened my eyes directly as his lips pulled away, only to find him nowhere in sight.

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I sat in my bed, head leaning against the cold backboard as I stared at the wall in front of me, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. The white surface was still decorated with a few photos of Jimin and I. He always loved to hang up our memories in time as he would call them. They were placed un evenly with tacks and tape, showing us throughout the years. 

I hadn't slept. My eyes hurt, but every time I shut them to lay down and sleep, the images of his own eyes would play in my head over and over. I couldn't take it. The sun was beginning to rise outside, it already being near 6 in the morning. My body held goosebumps, at this point almost painful as they never faded in the past few hours. I felt like human braille. 

I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I was never a big believer in the paranormal, as I had no proof to guide me to belief. But was this proof? Was he really here with me? I can't be going too insane. Even my head can't make up something like. . . that. His eyes. What did it mean? Why did he make me shut my eyes? Why did he disappear? 

I pulled the blankets higher on my body, tucking them up to my bottom lip. Jimins sweater was now on the floor next to the bed, leaving me in my shorts and a tank top I found to slip on. For some reason, his clothing only made me freak out more. As soon as he disappeared, I ripped it off, screaming into a pillow as I cried, no surprise. His touch lingered on my hips, my cheek. The icy feeling of his skin that used to hold such warmth, now leaving me breathless for a different reason. His skin flushed against mine provided me comfort in the past, but those small touches left me to feel vulnerable and more alone than ever before.

I let out a loud sigh, letting my eyes shut slowly as I sank back into the bed, trying to move the images away. I'm not sure how spirits work, but he seemed like he was unaware at first. Just trapped inside his old life, wondering why I was so afraid of him. Then his eyes swirled and he just. . . left me. Again. After that, I couldn't feel his presence and that may be what hurt more. 

Just as if on cue, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as a chill erupted through my body. I could feel the eyes back on me. My door opened up, showing a sweaty Jimin walking in, breathing hard as he was dressed in his usual workout clothes he wore to dance practices. I immediately sat up in bed, eyes widening as I clutched the sheets. His eyes moved to me, showing a large smile as he walked over to my side, leaning down to meet my eyes.

"What are you doing still awake missy?" He used his small teasing voice, his breath fanning over my face. 

I tried stuttering out an answer, but was just left to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. If he were still alive, I would be so used to this moment. Jimin would go to bed extremely early, sometimes directly after dinner and then wake up in the middle of the night to practice his dances until early morning. It was something extra he always tried to do at least once a week, leaving me to usually worry about him being alone. I would always stake awake, fighting sleep just to ensure he walked through our bedroom door, a sweaty mess, just as he was now.