❛Who will 8e the crazie5t one of them all ?❜
«―Taehyung has just developed a crush for
the new kid Jungkook. But everything turns
upside down the night he dreams about
Park Jimin's death...
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HE couldn't see anything nor could he move but he could smell―faintly. Chlorine, it smelled like chlorine so much. The floor was soaked too, he could feel it. He was lying on the ground waiting for something to happen. His breaths were erratic and adrenaline was violently rushing through his veins, making him feel slightly dizzy. It was like he was scared―but he didn't know of what. . . or who ? Where even was he ? And why was he there ?
His body was like a rag, he nearly wasn't feeling his muscles anymore.
''Jimin,'' he heard a velvety voice sing out, breaking the peaceful silence. He flinched, his name wasn't Jimin. Something was odd. . . Everything was odd. He then heard steps echoing in the room, telling him that he wasn't in some kind of small basement―or just anywhere small. It must have been a big and empty place.
He couldn't speak, he didn't have a clue of what was happening but his instincts told him to run away and fast. However his body didn't seem very cooperative so he just stayed there, his body numb. He was scared. He didn't know how it ended like that or even how it just started. Had he done something unforgivable in his past life ?
He wanted to implore them to leave him fucking alone but couldn't―it was like his whole body was against the idea.
He had trouble breathing.
He couldn't think that he could feel even worse than that until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach―it was like it was being ripped open and all his inside were going out. He felt just so powerless to all of that it was frustrating him. He wanted to scream his lungs out but no sounds left his mouth. It hurt so bad―but it was like he couldn't do anything about it he just stay there―as he tried to bore the agony. He couldn't even cry.
His mind was void of any thoughts as all his energy was brought to bear the pain.
He wanted it to stop―he'd do anything for it to stop but it was like he wasn't able to. all he could do was feel, hear and smell, nothing else.
He felt something being carved on his chest, as if the person in front of him was trying to draw-more like sculpt some kind of tattoo on his skin. it was nearly as if he couldn't feel it because the burning pain in his stomach was preventing him from feeling anything else―just like the rapid beating of his heart. He couldn't care less about what he was sculpting on his chest, all he wanted was to make the unbearable pain stop. And also get out of there alive.
His body was being dragged and the boy suddenly felt a bit more dizzy.
''Bye,'' the velvety voice sang out―their tone was pained as if it was hard for them too to do this. But they just could never understand how the boy felt at that moment, no matter how hard it was for them. They lifted the other's arm and threw him in some kind of warm liquid. The boy hadn't realized what was happening until the liquid went to his lung, making him cough endlessly. he asked himself if he was suffocating in his own blood but by the way he was flowing and drowning deep in it, it told him that he wasn't. He didn't do anything to go back to the surface; his body didn't have anymore energy, he was too tired and as sad as it sounds, he was slightly bit reassured, they won't be able to go for him in the liquid he assumed was water. He hit the bottom softly, at that time and his pain was nearly gone, starting to disappear faintly as he himself was trying to fight the urge to close his eyes, he didn't know what he'd see if he did. But he eventually did, he fluttered his eyes closed to be embraced by something soft and soothing. It was like he wasn't in there anymore, not on earth anymore. He was high. He never wanted to open his eyes again and to be welcomed with the agony of reality. He really didn't,
and he never opened them again, his eyes.
His last memory was this liquid soaking his clothes.
Taehyung jerked his back up, panting as he instinctively put his hand on his stomach. He was on his bed, it was early in the morning and he had been suddenly woken up, all sweaty and frightened. It was like the pain he had dreamed of before was real but as he took his shirt off to check on his body nothing was here. His heart was still beating―fast but he was alive. he however somewhat felt wet in between his legs and it immediately remembered him of his odd nightmare. He panicked and suddenly took his sweat pants off ― to notice a big wet stain in his crotch area. He checked on his bed, it was soaked and when he smelled it he realized that it had the same uncomfortable and disgusting smell of pee.
He had peed himself.
His eyes widened as he sit on his bed, firstly trying to calm himself down a little. His view was foggy and multiples veins were popping on his arm. His mouth was dry―he needed water. He heavily stood up to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little. It was 4am and he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. The poor boy was all sticky because of how much he had sweated during the night and. . . because of his little 'accident' so he decided that taking a shower would be great too. At the same time it'll permit him to cool himself down, his body was burning.
Each time he closed his eyes he'd remember very clearly the feeling and the pain he had felt, he could still hear their voice, just like if he was still in there and it was sending shivers down his whole being as the water cascaded down his body. He was having a cold shower and his body was trembling. He wasn't quavering because it was too cold but he was just. . . kind of traumatized, his breaths were coming in thick puffs and his moves were slow and clumsy―it had felt so damn real―
He would never watch a horror film before going to sleep again, that was sure.
But why did he dream of jimin's death ?
The two males weren't even close in the first place, they were just partners for a school project―
damn, the school project.
He had completely forgotten about it !
He groaned as he went out of the shower hastily, quickly dressed up, changed his bed sheets and took his laptop. He searched for his USB key for around five minutes before remembering that Jimin had it.
He took his phone in his back pocket and searched for Jimin's number in his contacts. He felt so uncomfortable to call him after the nightmare he just had but it was a question of life and death at that time. No pun intended.
He wasn't surprised nor relieved when the other didn't respond, it was 4am. He just sulked in his chair and sighed silently praying that something would happen to his teacher or whatever like this the project would be reported because, let's face it, what they had done could be qualified as shitty.
It was two hours and a half before he was supposed to wake up. The odd dream he had about Jimin bothered him quite a ton lot, and the fact that in the dream ― well more like nightmare, he was at Jimin's place ― Jimin's point of view was enough to make him terrorized. He could literally feel the burning pain in the pit of his stomach. He knew that today would be a peculiar day for him.
He wasn't scared that something had happened to Jimin, because it was only a fucking dream and Taehyung was old enough to not mix dreams and reality, plus it wasn't like he had some kind of psychic power or anything near that. It wasn't real.
He was just scared of sleeping again ― or even of closing his eyes. He was scared of the darkness. His heartbeats were back to a normal pace but his body was still numb, he nearly felt as if he was about to pass out, for real. The world was spinning around him.
