His Only Friends (BTS x Jimin)

Chapter 1

Keys clanking could be heard as Jimin unlocked the front door of his house, desperate to get inside. Closing the door behind him, he shoved the key in his pocket as he walked through the halls towards his room. The elegant and familiar color of the pearl white walls calmed him, giving him a sense of serenity.

"Jimin sweetie? Is that you?" His mother called from the kitchen, however he ignored her and shut his bedroom door behind him, being sure to lock it.

A sigh of relief left his lips. "Finally," he thought, letting his eyes fall closed, "finally, I can be alone."

The boy's day had been filled with insults being thrown and uneven breathing as he began to panic. This was a daily occurrence for him. The poor boy had awful social anxiety, and struggled to talk or make any friends.

He was always alone, but he didn't really mind that. When he was alone, he felt free, like nothing in the world could stop him. Sadly that feeling quickly died down any time he left the sanctuary he called home.

Throwing his book bag off to the side, he searched for his headphones; in desperate need of music. He placed the headphones on his head and hit shuffle on his favorite playlist, a small smile forming on his face.

He laid down and closed his eyes, observing how his breathing evened out and the beat of his heart was steady. He knew how much music affected him, so obviously he took advantage of it. It was his only coping skill, his way of staying together.

Softly singing along, Jimin froze and quickly sat up. Pausing his music, he slowly removed his headphones and looked around the room.

"That's weird." He mumbled. He could've sworn he heard something. It sounded like many different things, which was what confused him the most.

A person talking, footsteps, breaking glass and creaking wooden floors.

Looking around his room once more, he shivered at the thought of what it could've been.

"Oh god what if it was a ghost." He whispered under his breath. Shaking his head, he avoided those thoughts and continued what he was doing.

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Hours had passed, and by now it was late at night. The house was quiet, and empty. No movement in sight.

Mrs. Park had gone to bed earlier, so it was only Jimin's room that had the lights on.

Sighing Jimin stood from his bed, removed his beanie and threw it on the ground somewhere. Like always, he spent the entire afternoon wasting away to the beat of loud music, and blowing off his homework.

So in short, he was bored. Really bored.

Glancing around the room, his eyes landed on a high shelf mounted into his wall. Glazed over eyes and elegant smiles seemed to pull him in, and he was unknowingly walking towards them.

He slowly let his finger run over the cheek of Taehyung and reached over to grab Hoseok's small porcelain fingers with his left hand. Ever since Jimin was little, he would go to these two dolls when feeling down. Something about their radiant smiles seemed to shine through all the darkness he saw.

"Hey Hobi, Tae." He mumbled quietly, a small smile gracing his lips, "it's been a little while since I've talked to you guys. I had a pretty bad day today, and I missed you all so much."

Gently placing Hoseok back in his spot between Namjoon and Yoongi, he stepped back to stare lovingly at all six of the dolls.