Dont Forget Me|| Park Jimin

~6~

I wake up panting and see that my sheets are on the floor leaving me soaked in my own sweat.

What the hell? It was a dream? Why did it feel so real? Who is she?

I think to myself as I try extremely hard to remember what she looked like but only to come to a blank.

I switch my phones screen on still panting to see that its three in the morning.

While there's no way that I'll be able to fall asleep after that...

Wait, I just received a message from someone two minutes ago, oh yeah I almost forgot that I kind of have a social life here. I don't recognise the number, but open the chat out of curiosity anyways.

Unknown number
Relax, its only a dream.

I start to freak out.

Is someone watching me?

I think while frantically looking around me as if my stalker is just going to be standing in my doorway asking me if I want to go grab a cup of coffee or something.

I suddenly begin to feel paranoid and lock my door which was open and close my curtains and lock my bathroom door just to be sure. I turn on my beside lamp so I'll be able to see if a lunatic decides to fall from the roof. When my notification sound goes off again and I open it in horror to see what this insane person has to say.

Unknown number
Closing and locking everything
won't keep me out Jiminie...

Unknown number
Because I'm already inside...

I look around once again and in blind panic I rush to open my door and sprint to my dads room with my phone in my hand. Yes it may seem childish but I don't think that I feel comfortable sleeping alone tonight.

For the first time ever I open my dads door in the hope that I'll see his slim form underneath the covers as he peacefully breaths making the sheets rise and fall at the movement, but no.

Instead all I see is an empty bed that is perfectly made without a crease to be seen on the covers, which tells me that my dad made it himself, as he's always been a clean freak.

At least that means that he left by himself, and this lunatic hasn't kidnapped him... Right?

I was hoping that he would let me sleep with him just this once to make up for all the times he told me to go back to sleep and to stop being a baby whenever there was a storm or I thought that there were monsters under my bed as a kid,whenever I looked for comfort in a situation very similar to this one— minus the whole crazy person stalking me thing— but he isn't even here.

Where the hell would he be at fucking three in the morning?

Unknown number
Oh don't worry your assigned guardian is with me, so please calm down you look like you're going to explode.

I look at the message with nothing but fear in my eyes as I decide that I need to get out of this house. I go through my contact list and scoff at the fact that I only have three contacts: my dad, Jungkook and Taehyung.

After deciding that since Taehyung's dad works with my own he might know of his location I press his number to phone him.

He picks up on the third ring.

Wait he's awake at this time?

"Hello?" A wide awake Taehyung says without even the slightest amount sleepiness lacing his voice.

"Taehyung something weird is going on at my house, my dads missing and some unknown person keeps texting me, and I think that their watching me" I say with irregular breaths showing my fear.

"Shit.." I hear Taehyung cuss under his breath.

Does he know what's going on?

"Okay stay in your house—"

"Tae there is no way in hell that I am staying in this house for another second!" I interrupt him already making my way to front door while pulling a hoodie over my pajamas.

"Okay, okay, jus go to the ice cream parlour and I'll pick you up there. It isn't far is it?"

"No its fine, you better hurry I'm going to sprint there, I don't want this lunatic to grab me in the middle of the night while I'm in my pajamas" I say as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I'm already out the door" he says with all small chuckle.

"This isn't funny" I say as I make my way out of the door locking it before hanging up and running as if my life depends on it, for all I know it just might.

-

I sigh in relief when I see the bright neon pink sign of the ice cream parlour as I turn the corner. With my lungs on fire and my feet feeling like I'm stepping on hell every time I take a step— why the hell didn't I wear any shoes?— I finally make in front of the door with a triumphant grin as I slow down. Only to have it turn into a horrified expression when I see a tall hooded man leaning against a black, very expensive car playing with a pocket knife.

"I've been waiting for you Park Jimin"

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Ta-da and here is an awesome example of the nonsense that my brain comes up with.