Witch in the Woods

Chapter 14:

(A/N: Let me start out by saying this...I AM SO SORRY! I COMPLETELY forgot about uploading Sunday. I was so caught up in Father's Day festivities. I know I know, I'm a horrible person, but it's here now! Only like a day-ish late sooooo...I hope you enjoy (and pls forgive me☺️) WC - 2600

P.O.V Jimin

It was dark, like so many nights that slinked by. It seemed to be just another dreamless night, nothing but a light buzz and silken darkness that encompassed Jimin.

He was content with the nothingness, at least it wasn't another nightmare or night terrors that seem to haunt him every time he lets his mind wander, burning the images to the backs of his eyelids. Even with just a mere blink of an eye, his mind took the opportunity to flash him a fleeting image of his past. He couldn't even blink, without begging his brain for mercy. And it only seemed to get worse, everyday his mind became more unrelenting in this slow, torturous, dance.

Jimin finally thought he was getting some peace, he really did...

How juvenile.

The darkness slowly gave way for a blurred figure, off in the distance. The dull buzz being replaced with the sound of quiet sobs.

Everything was still blackened void, no way to tell where one thing started and another ended. Just one long stretch of fuzzy abyss.

All except for the porcelain figure a certain ways away, emitting soft sobs into his shaking hands. The man was kneeling on the floor, seemingly staring at nothing, his eyes devoid of any and all emotion. He looked so lost as his shoulders shook with the sheer force of his despair, crystal tears glistening as they slid down his blotchy skin. Skin that would glow in any other situation, was rather grey, lifeless.

Jimin started to walk towards the man, trying to analyze his features, for he couldn't shake the familiar impression that the man emitted. Even through the unfamiliar sense of agony that oozed from the kneeling man.

Upon closer inspection, Jimin saw the sprawling ink that ran along the rather muscular plain of his back. Bold ebony lines curved an outline of wings, as a glassy black and red filled in the finer details. The rune alone radiated power, as the colors shifted with the light, an unseen light. It was as if an invisible spotlight was shining on the sobbing man, drawing Jimin closer and closer. He felt like a moth drawn to the light of a flame, an undeniable urge to go closer.

Jimin was within a yard of the man, when the said man stopped his sobs. Silenced as the only indicator of life was the uneven rise and fall of his broad chest.

"Are you...alright?"

Jimin watched closely for a reaction, cautious as he paused his progression towards the living mystery in front of him.

The man remained still, his breaths far from uniform as he remained gazing at the ground.

"Why are you so upset?"

Jimin didn't understand why his mind was supplying him with this man, or why his mind made this illusion over halfway through his mind numbing nothingness of a dream. He just wanted answers so he could awaken soon, to escape the eerie atmosphere that draped over the duo.

Yet the man said nothing.

So, Jimin too a different approach.

"Are you a witch? That rune is quite powerful, no common magic seeker can create such an enchantment,"

More stillness stretched on, and Jimin was about to just give up, maybe even close the distance between them. Until the man shook his head, it was a jerky motion, but was an answer all the same.