Maybe it wasn't that normal.
It was normal to Jimin.
Having a man stand in your closet.
As well as having another underneath your bed.
It was all normal to Jimin.
The man in the closet looked slightly normal though. If you could say having rope burn scars around the neck, blood shot eyes, and scratch marks cascading on both sides of the face to the burn scars was normal.
His name was Jungkook.
As for the man underneath Jimin's bed.
He didn't look normal at all.
Where his eyes should be, they weren't. It looked like they had been cut out by something while his lips were cut off completely, resulting in a permanent square toothy smile.
His name was Taehyung.
Both of the men in Jimin's room, didn't bother him while he slept. They didn't talk very much either.
Jimin could hear their cries in the middle of the night though, Taehyung's mostly.
Jimin had always wondered what they were. They weren't demons, they would have hurt him by now.
They must have been trapped souls that couldn't leave. That's all Jimin could think they were.
Whenever they talked to Jimin, it wasn't much. Nothing personal. More of a light conversation. Or Taehyung's screams.
Apparently they couldn't leave.
Jungkook just stares at Jimin from the closet, eyeing every movement he makes.
Taehyung on the other hand won't go far away from underneath the bed.
The farthest Jimin has ever seen him get was when Taehyung would scratch his way up Jimin's bedside and peek at Jimin from the top of his bed.
Jimin would consider them his best friends. They've been there as long as Jimin can remember.
Even when they don't say much, Jimin still spills his heart to them, knowing they're listening to every word.
—
Taehyung is automatically my favorite character in this.
