Cripples | yoonmin

That Mistake

Where am I?

I'm in a room painted in pure white, with no shadows casted in sight. I lay on the floor, tired and sore, listening to the addictive tune, that's drumming through my ears.

Broken and lost...

(Miss me.)

Broken and lost...

(Hate me.)

Tired soldiers in this war, leave with broken limbs and souls.

They fight through the days, only to stop when their light decays.

Where am I?

I'm in a black void. Floating still in an empty and null space, and falling through an endless abyss. I found my legs lifeless and numb.

Suddenly, I hear laughter coming from afar. Bright silhouettes of radiating people approach me, gracefully dancing to the song. I reached out to one, as it skips by me, my hand slipping through their translucent body.

I watched as they passed by, with beaming eyes, and cheerful smiles. They marched to the subtle rhythm of the song. Their saccharine voices crooned songs that resonated into thick gold. My ears were crowded with their laughter. My vision is blinded by their light. I don't know where they're going...

Where am I?

"You're in space," a sweet voice replied. The familiar boy softly alighted next to me. He gave off a radiant smile, which held a dark promise. "Another dimension. A misconception. A mistake." He beamed at me, laughing melodically as if he enjoyed the torment and confusion he caused me.

"...Jungkook?" I murmured, my breath hitching.

His doe eyes widened with surprise. Then he grinned and flew away without a care. Laughing, and laughing.... and laughing. I clasped my hands over my ear, suffocating in the sound. I can't breath. I think I'm drowning. Pain hungrily devoured my body. The harsh cold strangled and stole my breath. Colors soon drowned my sight, swallowing me up in a thick fog of disorientation.

"Vroooooooom..."

I perked up, brows scrunching with confusion.

"Vroooooooom..."

This time, the voice was screaming into my ear, and I could feel my body in motion. I think I fell, landing on the ground and in reality.

I woke up to the sharp coffee eyes of Park Jimin. I mean who else could it be? In response to his intense stare, I croaked a statement in my drowsy state of mind.

"What the hell are you doing."

Jimin just pouted at me, and affectionately rubbed my head.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, concern tinged his voice.

"I'm currently in a nightmare because you're petting me"I growled, slapping away his intruding hand. "I'm perfectly fine without your unwanted fingers sticking into my personal business."

Jimin frowned. "Then why are you crying?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not-" My hand swept up to my cheeks, and found it strangely sweaty.

My eyes were quite sweaty too.

I stumbled over my words, "What―this- this is just sweat from my eyes!" I frantically rubbed the sweat with my tattered sleeve, biting my lip in frustration. I can't believe I'm crying.

Jimin suddenly spread his arms dramatically. "Do you need a hug?" He gave me a cheeky grin.

I glared at him, and already began to desperately scramble away. However my plans to makes a speedy escape failed.

Damn it.

He mauled me like a bear, trapping me in his well-built arms.

"Yoongi~" He cooed.

I groaned, and tiredly battered his shoulder. "Jimin stop it." As I hit him, he comforted me soothingly, rubbing my shoulder in circles. Still exhausted, I sighed in resignation, letting the warmth subdue the soothing yet cold melody still pulsing in my ears.

Yes, I'll let him hug me today, but that's fine, I'll go back to running away tomorrow.

Those were the kind of thoughts that ran through my head, but the promise ended up being thrown into the trash. I never tried to run away after that night. For that night was the night, I realized I actually might need Jimin.

Miss me

Hate me

Save me