Park Jimin | First

XXIV

"Jealousy is just a lack of self-confidence."

Jimin unlocked his phone and read the text messages.

"What do they say?" I asked eagerly.

"Nayeon said that the party will start at 7pm." He replied.

She sent 5 messages just to tell you that the party started at 7:00? What?

"Ok." I nodded.

After we ate, Jimin took out our plates and cleaned up.

I got out of my seat and followed him into the kitchen.

"Let me help." I demanded.

He shook his head.

"Don't worry, I've got it." He insisted.

"Oh Jimin! Come on, let me help you." I begged. I felt so bad just letting him do all the work.

He shook his head again.

Suddenly the walls started closing in on me.

Not this again.

The room was dark and lifeless, Jimin had disappeared.
I felt some one tap me on the shoulder.

I turned around to see a dark silhouette.

"Is that all you've got? Boo hoo." Whispered the shadow.

"Who are you?" I asked the unfamiliar voice. It was not a man, it was a woman.

"The party starts at seven!" Said the voice. Out stepped Nayeon from the shadows, holding a knife.

"Cake?" She asked me, coming closer to me with the knife.

"No thank you." I replied, gulping loudly.

She disappeared, laughing as she went.
I felt my self falling slowly onto a soft bed.

I was handcuffed to the bed post.
This time the shadow was a man, a familiar face.

"Jimin?" I asked confused.

"Olive, olive, olive." He sung.

The room was shrinking in on me.
Jimin came over to the bed, his lips bloody.

He scowled at me like I was a mad man.

"Roses are red..." he began.

"Jimin?" I gasped.

"Violets are blue."

I shook my head trying to wake up.
It was only a dream.

He was holding a rose. He grasped it firmly, the thorns imprinting on his hand. He drew blood.

The blood fell on to the white bed sheets.

"You love me, olive. But I never loved you." His words echoed as he disappeared.

I screamed as I sat up in bed, this time next to the real Jimin.