Hidden 8th | BTS

Stage 49

You whistled into the cold air as you sat on the patch up sofa that still had springs and wool jumping out.

You sat in the sandcastle that seemed like it could fall any time so. It barely had ⅔ of its roof, windows were cracked and some even left with only the hole. Broken glasses spread across the room sandy floor and the only thing that seemed left standing was the chandelier right on top of you.

All you did was stare at the entrance of the castle right in front of you. The cold air blowing and snowflakes falling at where you sat.

You watched as the newly appeared figure pushed open the doors and walked towards you, stepping on the shard glasses with each and every step.

"I'm back." Was what the figure said.

And eventually the figure stood right in front of you.

You were facing yourself.

You stood up from the sofa and stretched your left hand out to caress the other's face.

"Thank you."

The other you chuckled with a grin as he slapped your hand away. He bend down and took a piece of shard into his own palm, making it bleed in the process.

Your own palm started bleeding too.

You did nothing but stood there as you watch the other you swing the shard into the air before going down to plunge it into your stomach.

The same spot where you had been stabbed once before.

"Useless." Your voice echoed in the background.

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You found yourself awake back in your own bedroom.

But there was a problem.

Fire.

The room was on fire.

Your mind instantly panicked, so you quickly pushed your blankets aside to get out of the place. You grabbed onto the cabinet next to your bed and forced yourself to stand.

You had to get out.

The longer you took struggling to stand, the heavier the air became, it was getting harder to breath in. Your breath heighten as you felt several painful pins and needles upon your legs.

Where was everyone?

You leaned against the wall for support as you forcefully dragged yourself with sliding your legs onto the carpeted floor. And what seemed like hours but actually about 10 minutes, you finally slammed opened your room door, ignoring the pain in the lower half of your body.

You looked down the hallway and saw Jimin running by.

"Jiminie!" You yelled in relief when he had stopped and turned to look back at you.

"Go back to sleep, Y/N." He said, his voice devoid of all emotions as he looked coldly at you before walking away.

You stood there in shock for awhile, Jimin never acted like that towards you, until you remembered that the room was fire.

Boy, this was no time to be surprised, what's more in a freaking fire!

With that thought, you quickly grabbed the wheelchair that was always placed beside your door and wheeled yourself out towards the living room hallway.

You ignored all the fire that was somehow only staying in the same place and not exactly spreading, as you turned your chair to face the dorm's door.