The Son of Hades: A Suga Fanfic

Chapter 11: Unseen

-Jimin-

"Wow, Suga is so great!" Jimin kicked at a trashcan as he passed it. It clattered to the floor and its contents spilled out. Jimin just stepped over it and continued stomping down one of the hallways of his home. "'Wow Jimin, maybe you can learn something from Suga sometime'," Jimin quoted Zeus from earlier, rolling his eyes.

Jimin's blood was boiling. He had been trying to get some time to talk to his father about everything, but every time he gets even remotely close to a conversation, Suga finds a way to stop it. And now Zeus was sending Jimin off so that he could talk to Suga alone?!

"ARGHHHH!" Jimin screamed, his voice carrying throughout the long, marble hallway around him. He felt the tips of his fingers running with electricity. He clenched his fists, ignoring it.

He walked angrily down the hallway towards the room he was designated to stay in with the others. His own bedroom was emptied and all his stuff was moved to the cramped room with everyone else's. They couldn't even be given separate rooms because apparently they were supposed to get along. Jimin rolled his eyes.

Yeah fucking right.

The rest of Olympus was silent as night had fallen a little bit ago. JHope, who Zeus had sent Jimin to follow, was already back in the room with the others and probably tucked away in bed. Sleep sounded like a good idea to Jimin, but he had to work on getting his emotions in check before showing back up to the others. He didn't want them thinking he was weak.

"I could have taken that stupid bear on if I could see, father!" Jimin muttered aloud. "Maybe if it was an equal opportunity for everyone to succeed, I could have proven myself once and for all! Maybe-"

"Jimin."

Jimin spun around at the sound of his name. He glanced down the hallway, but it was completely empty. Not a single person in sight. He peeked into the room beside him and saw the various musical instruments in the room. The music room. Also empty.

He shrugged and turned back around to continue his path to the bedroom. His anger and exhaustion must be getting the best of him.  He breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked.

Maybe sleep would clear his mind.

~~*~~

Jimin.

Jimin sat up in bed as his name filled the corners of his mind again. He stared at the empty room around him. The empty beds. Where did the others go?

He ran a hand down his face to try and snap himself out of whatever trance was taking over him. He was asleep moments ago, wasn't he?

He looked down at the sheets. Ordinary, white sheets.

But something felt weird about them. They weren't warm with his body heat like they should be from him sleeping in them for hours. Instead they were cold. So cold.

Jimin.

Jimin looked blearily around him, trying to pinpoint the origin of his name. He moved aside the cold sheets and stood up beside his bed. He walked over to Taehyung's empty bed next to his and touched the sheets.

Cold.

Where was he? Where were the others?

The sound of footsteps came from the open doorway of their room. Jimin walked towards the noise, expecting to find a member maybe wandering around.

"Hello?" He whispered out, but there was no one there. He poked his head out of the doorway, not stepping into the hallway just yet. "Taehyung? Jungkook?" He called out quietly, tilting his head to try and hear a response.