Pretty Little Thing || PJM || ✔️

9.

"How'd it go?" Jungkook was sprawled out over the sofa, throwing popcorn in the general direction of his face as he and Namjoon watched a film on the television.

Jimin pushed his legs off the seat next to him so he could sit down.

"I saw a different doctor," He said, and Namjoon paused the movie and turned to him.

"Yoongi?" Jimin nodded and Namjoon let out a breath of relief, "I'm glad he took me seriously. I called him when you left, Jimin. I told him what you told me and he said he could help,"

Jimin looked down at his lap. His eyes were already feeling heavy.

"He believes me," He said, "That this isn't a dream. He said it's something else, but he didn't say what; he wants to research it more,"

"So," Jungkook said around his mouthful of popcorn, "What do you have to do?"

"I need to- do either of you guys have a sleep mask? He said I need to keep one in my room,"

Jungkook nodded and got to his feet. He gestured for Jimin to wait a moment, and vanished out the room, leaving a trail of crumbs in his wake.

"So, what's going on?" Namjoon asked, "How can we help?"

Jimin sighed and leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes, "You need to just keep doing what you're doing. He told me to stay out of my room in the night and sleep only when you guys are awake,"

Namjoon nodded, "Alright. We can do that,"

Jungkook returned to the living room with a sleep mask in his hand. He handed it to Jimin, who looked up at him questioningly. It was white and fluffy with a pink silky lining that went over the eyes. There were two bunny ears poking out the top and embroidered into the fluffy white surface was a pair of eyes and a cute bunny nose with a smiling mouth and whiskers.

Jungkook shrugged, "Some girl thought it looked like me so she got it for me. I told her I'm more of a lion than a rabbit, but you know,"

"Thanks," Jimin muttered. He slipped the mask into his pocket; he simply had no energy to take it up to his room.

Jungkook sat heavily down next to him, throwing an arm around Jimin's shoulder, "You should take a nap before Namjoon and I go to bed," He said, picking up the bag of popcorn he had left on the arm of the sofa, "We'll wake you up before we go up,"

Jimin nodded. He really was beyond exhausted by now, and seeing as both of his friends were present, he agreed that now would be an okay time to have a quick sleep. It was already dark outside, but he wasn't in his bedroom, so he felt safer.

Tucking his feet up underneath him, Jimin curled up into the corner of the sofa and closed his eyes. He was so tired, that he was asleep before he even realised it.

"Namjoon," Jimin's voice was croaky and deep, "Can you close the window, please? It's so cold," As he pulled his blankets further up his body, he frowned. Had Jungkook covered him up?

His eyes snapped open. He was in his bedroom. The window was wide open and his bedroom door was locked.

He didn't remember coming in here. He didn't come in here! He was with his friends in the living room! They were looking after him while he slept!

The words of Dr Min Yoongi came rushing back to his mind as he stared at the room around him.

Put on the mask.

Jimin threw his blankets off and pulled the mask from his pocket. He quickly slid it over his face, nestling it snuggly over his eyes.

Close the window!

He threw his legs out of the bed, walking the distance to the  window with his arms outstretched in the pitch black of his vision. Luckily, his room wasn't too complicated, and he managed to find the window and slam it shut.

Lock the door!

Jimin stumbled towards his door, but stopped dead when he heard the knocking begin. It wasn't gentle this time. It was hard and fast. Angry.

He heard the scratch of fingernails on the door and threw his arms out. His wardrobe should be to the right.

Where was it?!

A few more steps and his fingers brushed the old wooden door of the wardrobe opposite his bed. He desperately dragged his fingers along the surface until they met the handle. He yanked it open just as he heard the doorknob on his bedroom door twisting. The creak of the door slowly swinging open followed, and he stuffed himself into the bottom of the wardrobe, pulling the door shut behind him.

He heard the creaking of the floorboards under the weight of the slow, heavy footsteps. The ragged breathing that gave him chills was right outside the wardrobe.

He curled into himself, holding the mask over his eyes.

Please wake up.

Long fingernails dragged over the door of the wardrobe, echoing loudly in his ears.

His alarm should have gone off by now.

The heavy breathing changed into a low growl, sending a shiver up his spine. The footsteps began again, circling his bed.

His phone wasn't in his pocket.

A crash made Jimin jump, slapping a hand over his mouth to prevent any sounds.

This wasn't right.

He needed to wake up.

Something was even more wrong than before.

Where were Namjoon and Jungkook?

"My pretty little thing," The guttural voice rang out as the footsteps came to a stop, "I will find you,"

Jimin could feel tears leaving tracks down his cheeks as the footsteps began again.

"You are mine,"