Lost life

Meet Him

Weeks went by with Jimin being the cute, little sunshine again. Mark and Minho were unbelievable happy about that, only Hoseok had doubts and worries. He was scared at what would happen if he met him again, but he never told Jimin about that. In fact, all of them avoided the topic around Jimin, for him to feel better.

Exams popped up and the silver-haired was stressed all day. Meant that after classes he always studied all day and night long. He liked that, because his mind was being occupied with other things than Yoongi. That was until Jimin decided to take a little break from studying and grabbed himself a coffee on a cold Saturday morning.

The friendly server Jin gave him gladly his morning coffee and he sat at his usual lonely table in the café. It wasn't long until his peaceful morning was going to be disturbed.

As he made his way outside again, with a last wave to Seokjin, he saw the one he wanted to avoid at all costs.

A certain black-haired bumped into the silver head as he made his way through the surprising empty streets on this cold November morning.

Jimin felt his heart beating out of his chest as he looked up at him. Why, he asked himself, why not? Jimin looked further up to his eyes and couldn't read them at first, but he knew that nothing good was going to happen. Before he had the chance to walk away, to do anything, Yoongi spoke up.

"Long time no see, Jiminie." His voice came out low, making Jimin shiver. He only wanted to walk away from him, but he couldn't move away. He was frozen, his body forced him to stay. A smirk formed on Yoongi's lips, making Jimin grow more anxious.

"Please, leave me alone.", came out in a very quiet voice. Jimin lost the feeling in his knees. He never knew he could feel that anxious by only seeing the black haired. But indeed he stood there, on an empty street, with a heart beating like crazy.

"Are you sure you want that?", came out in a raspy voice from the elder. Jimin couldn't tear his eyes away from him. He only wished him to disappear. As no answer came from the younger, Yoongi stepped closer, holding onto Jimin's neck and whispered into his ear.

"I'll take that as a no." Jimin could swear that he was going to die from his heart beating like that. The touch from Yoongi's fingers on his skin made his whole shivering body feel like he was on fire. The hot breath touching his ear made him close his eyes shortly, gulping his fear down. "Let me go.", whispered the silver head, not noticing how he began to pant. "Are you scared? This is just the beginning." He laughed, before he let go of Jimin. Looking into Jimin's terrified face, made Yoongi laugh more. "It's going to be fun, wait for it.", winked the elder to him. Before he decided to walk away, he pushed the silver-haired onto the ground, making his head come up badly. Jimin groaned, holding his hand against the back of his head. He pressed his eyes closed, waiting for more to come. But it never came. He slowly sat up on the ground and opening his eyes to see, how Yoongi vanished into the distance. The silver head got up quickly, rushing to his home, holding the tears in he wanted to let free.

"Jimin, what happened?", asked a worried black haired immediately, when he saw Jimin. The younger couldn't answer without letting tears fall out of his eyes, he knew. He wanted to avoid him, but Hoseok came up to him by his shoulders. "Talk to me Jimin. What happened?", he asked in a soft voice. Jimin opened his mouth, before closing it again and letting his arms fall to his side. Something catched Hoseok's eyes and he looked down at Jimin's hand, to see blood staining it. "You are bleeding!" The silver-haired looked at his hand and groaned. "It's my head.", he murmured, holding onto the back of his head again. "Come on." Hoseok pulled him into the bathroom and looked at his wound.

"How did that happen?", he asked rather shocked, while he cleaned the wound on his head. Jimin inhaled deeply, before telling him. "I met him again." Hoseok's movements stopped immediately and Jimin's hands started to shake. "What did he do?" The black head continued to clean his wound, while Jimin hissed at the pain. "You were right, all of you were.", he said in a nearly inaudible voice. Hoseok got what he said and motioned for him to continue. And he did, not leaving out one detail, while his roommate treated his wound. "He said it's just the beginning. I shouldn't be, but I feel so scared around him.", admitted Jimin to the end. Hoseok let out an exhausted sigh, laying his arm around Jimin's shoulders, as they sat down on his bed. Jimin's eyes got teary, but he wiped it away quickly. "This guy needs to chill. Like for real, if you see him, avoid him. Don't let him get you.", tried the black haired to advise. "I'll try."

"Don't try it Jimin, do it. Who knows what that creep wants from you."

"I will.", sighed the younger again, letting his head fall into the soft pillow. "Watch out for your head, I don't want you to bleed out." Jimin hummed in response, closing his eyes. "I can't believe he just pushed you to the ground like that. How old is he? Six?", rolled Hoseok his eyes, shaking his head. As no response came, he looked over to see Jimin sleeping. He smiled, leaving Jimin's room.

I found myself in a bright room again, surrounded from nothing. I wandered around and began to feel cold. I shivered slightly, walking into nothing. "Are you scared? This is just the beginning." I heard Yoongi's low voice, but he wasn't there. I turned around to still see nothing. "Where are you?", I asked shakily. No answer came and I began to rub my arms for them to get warm. I walked again, still surrounded from nothing. I felt hot air coming from behind me and I turned around to see Yoongi. His hand reached up for my cheek, shading it deep red. With an evil smile on his lips, he looked down at me. I stumbled back, holding my pulsive cheek dearly. "What have I done to you?", I asked, holding my tears back. He came up to me and pulled on my silver hair, his face next to mine. "You were born.", came from him. I held my tears back, I tried it. His smile only grew and his lips touched my skin. His touch did not only hurt, in fact I felt on fire. The pain rose, it became too much. Everything turned black.

In a cold sweat awoke Jimin from his dream. He looked up to the ceiling to see black all around him. His heart didn't stop beating and he felt his chest tightening. He breathed in deeply and tried to calm himself, what didn't work that much. Shakily he got himself out of bed and grabbed his phone.

It was nearly evening and he got missed calls from Mark and Minho. Jimin assumed that Hoseok told them what happened. Mark just called him again and Jimin picked up hesitantly. "Yeah?", he asked shakily. "Where are you?", he suddenly asked, taking Jimin by surprise. "Why?", he blurted out without thinking. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?" "As much as I can be."