mindgames | pjm

15 (re-written)

a/n: two chapters in a dAy? OHMAIGAWD..

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I slid down the wall at the back of the closet, sitting down as I covered my mouth, completely petrified. I could hear police sirens blaire, car doors shut, and someone bust open the door. I cried, holding my face in my hands as tears trickled down my cheeks. I heard a man call out for me, and I saw a beam of a flashlight as it peeked through the crack under the closet door.

The door swung open, and there I was. I was hugging my knees, my cheeks wet with my tears. My hair was a mess, and I had dried toothpaste in the corners of my lips. "Come on. Hurry." The officer took my hand and pulled me up off of the floor. He ushered me outside and he sat me inside of the police-car, handing me a moving-blanket type thing to cover myself up with. I was only wearing a white slip. "Is the burglar still here?"

You won't believe me..

I shook my head, "I don't think so..." I mumbled, pulling the blanket around my bare shoulders. The officer ran back in the house, and I watched the windows. I could see his flashlight peer through the glass panes. I snuggled into the blanket, getting engulfed by it. I wanted to disappear, and never come back. That thing... whatever it was, it trapped me. It made me feel worthless.

I looked over to the left and saw a head peeking out from a curtain, It was Jimin. He watched in confusion as the lights on the siren flashed. He didn't come out to check if I was okay though.

The officer tapped on the window, making me jump in the seat. He wanted me to roll the window down. I raised an eyebrow, "The house is clear, you might want to stay somewhere else for the night. Just to be safe." He gave me a caring smile, "You're wanting to file right?" I shook my head. "How come?"

"I just don't feel the need." I knew damn well that I'd just be wasting their time. You see, it wasn't a person, and in all honesty I didn't even know what it was. It wasn't just some ghost. It was worse than that. The officer gave me a weird look, but he didn't try to argue with me.

"Alright ma'am." He opened the car door, basically kicking me out. "Have a nice night." He said, he must've been mad. It was like two in the morning and all it was was a scare call for him, he was probably ready to go back to sleep. I stepped out of the car, waving as I wrapped myself in the blanket even more. I didn't have anywhere else to go... this was home. I drudgily turned around as the police car vroomed off, eyeing the now ominous house. Sluggishly, I made my way back to the door before I heard a soft, and tired voice.

"Ah, Jae!" It called out to me. I whirled around and saw a messy-haired Jimin standing on his porch. Surprisingly, hearing his voice made the corners of my lips curve into a smile. But it was a weak smile, I was cold and tired... and not to mention frightened. "What happened?" Jimin's voice was groggy and sleepy. I didn't really want to talk about it, so I looked down at my bare feet, my toes numb from standing on cool pavement.

It was silent for a while. "Not going to tell me?" He sighed. "Come on."

My eyes glanced up, he was waving me to come over there. I shook my head, "Oh no.. it's okay Jimin-ah." I turned around, "I've got a mess in my kitchen to clean up..." I shivered, stepping onto the platform of my porch. It was as if the worm-rotted boards creaked even louder, I'd been procrastinating going inside. I could feel something watching me. My front door was wide open as I peered into the dark house, the only light being the streetlight that stretched just past the door. It felt wrong, my gut told me something was there. I stepped inside, shutting my door. I flicked on the lightswitch to the living room.

Swoosh. I jolted my head to the right, the lamp that sat on a coffee table in the corner wobbling. I swerved down to catch it, keeping it from falling. I covered my face, shaking my head as I stood back up straight. I moved my feet backwards, towards a wall. I almost had a heart attack when I felt something strange against the back of my thighs. I gulped, spinning myself around.

It was a chair.

I cursed violently, wanting to throw the damn thing. I felt angry out of nowhere. I wanted to hurt myself, someone, something. My blood boiled as a seething rage took over my fragile emotions.

I heard a soft knock on the door, snapping out of it. I looked out the window to see who it was, not like I didn't already know anyway though, it was Jimin. I opened the door, wrapped in the moving blanket as I covered myself. "Ah? Why are you so mad?" Jimin frowned, studying the evident rage that washed over my usual innocent smile. "I-I can leave..." Jimin muttered.

"N-no.. sorry." I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, "I'm just tired, and the past hour has been awful.."

Jimin scratched the back of his neck. I could see worry in his eyes, like he knew something I didn't. "You wanna.. um." His cheeks were red. "You can stay at my place until it's.. ya know, safe for you to stay here."

I gazed up at him, confused. "But.. I didn't tell you what happened.." I leaned over, studying his eyes. He looked away, scoffing.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I saw an officer bust open your door and help you to safety." He crossed his arms, "You had an 'Invader' right?" He said, quoting the word invader with his fingers. "I can guess that much."

I was so confused, why was he referring to invader like that. Anyways, I was too tired to argue with him. So I shrugged and stepped out onto the porch, following him back to his house. I couldn't exactly lock my door because the officer broke it to get in, so I just shut it. "Thanks."

"Yup." Jimin mumbled. I walked across the street to his house, my feet bare, I hadn't even thought to change into something more appropriate. I stopped, thinking about turning back around to go change before shaking my head and deciding definitely not to. He opened his front door and stepped in. For a second, I kind of hesitated, this was all so weird. If I looked around, I could recognise the house, and that smell.. it smelt like home. Like that one air freshener that I loved smelling at the grocery store.

I took a step into the threshold. There was just something so homey about his house. I smiled softly at Jimin as he shut the door behind me. "Ah, I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch.." He laughed quietly, scratching his neck, he would always do that when he was nervous. I nodded and sat down, sweeping the bangs out of my eyes. Jimin opened a door to a cupboard and took out some pillows and blankets. He threw off all of the decorative pillows on the couch and placed the white feather pillows beside the headrest. "There." He held his hands behind his back. "Oh and here." Jimin sat the blankets down in front of me.

I felt like a nuisance, so I scratched my shoulder, the blanket falling off from around my bare skin. I had pajamas on, but like I said before, it was only a silky white slip. Jimin's pale cheeks went extremely red and he looked away, clearing his throat. "Um.." I mumbled, reaching down to grab the blankets, not realizing what had happened. It wasn't until I looked up that I noticed his expression. I coughed, covering myself, my ears lighting up red. "Thank you Jimin-ah." I smiled and laid down.

"Yeah, no problem." He turned and headed towards his room. Weird how I knew exactly where it was that he was heading. "Oh and Eunjae.." He chirped, "Goodnight."

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a/n: yes, I understand these two chapters are short and spoOkY. But I had track practice today and I'm friggen exhausted. Love y'all. xox