Pretty Little Thing || PJM || ✔️

6.

Jimin hadn't slept properly in a few days. The only times he had allowed himself to nap were when he was sat with Namjoon or Jungkook, and the other person was wide awake to make sure nothing happened to him. He had even set alarms to wake up up every half an hour.

He had tried to go jogging, and play games with his friends but he just couldn't do it. It made him too tired. During the night he consumed unhealthy amounts of coffee and energy drinks while he did coursework. He was barely able to focus because he was so exhausted, but if his friends were asleep, he couldn't allow himself to rest.

The dreams were too much. He had found himself in his room when he didn't walk there. The window had opened twice, and there were scratches on his bedroom door. 

He was convinced that they weren't just dreams, but he couldn't even talk about it. He didn't even know where to start, for one, but he was terrified.

The last time he had spoken about his dream, the very same night it had gotten worse so quickly that he couldn't even let himself sleep anymore.

"Jimin, why don't you sleep before your appointment?" Namjoon said, jerking Jimin out of his dazed state, "I'm right here,"

Jimin shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. Namjoon wouldn't believe him anyway.

His friend sat down next to him, "You want to talk to me about something," He stated, "I won't judge. You can tell me,"

Jimin sighed and ran his fingers through his lacklustre hair. It was just hanging uselessly over his forehead lately, with as much life as himself. He was showering, of course, but it wasn't enough to make him look better. His body was becoming exhausted.

He took a deep breath, "Namjoon, I don't think they're just dreams," He said, "I haven't opened the window at all, but in my dream they're open. In my dream... The scratches on the door... I didn't do them, Namjoon. They're coming from my dream,"

Namjoon hummed, "Maybe you're sleepwalking?"

"I'm not!" Jimin cried, "I'm not sleepwalking! How would I scratch those deep marks in the door Namjoon? My fingernails aren't long enough!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Namjoon said, "Maybe you should tell us what happens in these dreams? We might be able to figure it out,"

Jimin just shook his head and pushed his limp hair away from his face, "Maybe I should take a quick nap while you're here," He muttered, and Namjoon stood up.

"Good idea. I'll be right here, doing some work, okay?" He sat himself down on the armchair next to the sofa and pulled his laptop to his lap. Jimin fell sideways onto the sofa and curled up. It took him a few minutes, but as he knew Namjoon was there, he managed to fall asleep.

Jimin was awoken by his alarm what felt like seconds after he had closed his eyes, but a look at the time showed that he'd been asleep for two hours. His eyes were gritty and he felt sick to his stomach, but he pushed himself up with a sigh.

"Do you want a lift?" Namjoon offered, looking up from his laptop. Jimin shook his head and went straight out of the living room to the front door. He pulled his shoes and jacket on, pulling his earphones from the pocket and plugging them straight into his phone.

"See you later," He said as he opened the front door. He heard a muffled goodbye from his friend, and then he was walking the route to Jins office.

As before, there were no patients, but this time there was a woman behind the desk at the reception. She checked him in and told him to take a seat, and he did so quietly.

After last time, he was even more worried about coming. The dream had gotten that much worse just from just giving out those few details, and he told himself that this time he wouldn't tell them anything. Maybe if they asked specific questions, he would nod or shake his head, but that was the extent of his cooperation on that front.

"Mr Park," Jimin looked up when he heard the doctors voice, and pushed himself to his feet. He went into the office, and was surprised when there was another man seated in the room. Unlike Jin, he was not tall, and had pale skin with yet black hair. His eyes were peircing and intelligent, and he looked like he was ready to start a fight.

"Ah, this is Dr Min Yoongi of the Supernatural Sciences division of- well your university, I believe. I hope you don't mind, he insisted on sitting in here," Jin shot him an annoyed look, "Apparently Namjoon called him not long ago after something you said, and he wanted to talk to you,"

The man huffed, "Call me Yoongi," He said, "This is all in confidence, don't worry. I just need to ask you some questions. Namjoon has told me everything already,"

Jimin, for some reason, felt both relieved and full of dread that such a professor was in the room with them.

"So," Jin said, taking a seat once he had shut the door, "How was the past week?"