MAGIC MIN || { YoonMin }

Chapter 18: Cold

Jimin opened his eyes and slowly looked around at the infinite dark nothingness surrounding him. He tried to support his torso and sit up, but as much as he tried, he couldn't move his legs. Looking around he couldn't spot anything else than the same, dark space. At some point, he saw Yoongi starring him from a distance. He called out his name but he didn't seem to react to it, that only made Jimin call him out again louder and louder. Yoongi reached out his arm, expressionless, his face without a single emotion. Jimin copied the elder trying his hardest to move, he felt as if there was a magnet pulling his body to the ground making him unable to move with ease. As their hands were few centimeters apart, Jimin tried to catch him making Yoongi's hand turn into dust and disappear along with the rest of his body. He searched for the boy as the dust flew upwards; his eyes followed the dust's direction towards what seemed to be some kind of a light source – a very blinding light source that made Jimin's eyes burn. It started getting smaller. Was Jimin falling or was the light just getting disappearing bit by bit? He couldn't tell. Dizziness filled the boy's head, Jimin felt as if the world around him was going round and round and he couldn't stop it.

The boy started to look around for a way out, his tears couldn't stop falling which made him unable to see clearly. The dark space was starting to swallow him from his legs, moving quickly towards his chest. As Jimin was fighting against it, moving around and screaming for help he noticed a figure watching him. The figure that seemed to be Hoseok started walking towards him, stopped just inches apart and looked down on Jimin. Even though he started shouting his name and crying for help, Hoseok would stand still staring down at him with not a single emotion on his face.

Jimin suddenly opened his eyes, he swore he almost heard himself let out a scream. Covered in sweat and tears running down his cheeks, Jimin found himself in a bedroom that was too messy to be his own and definitely wasn't neither Yoongi's or Hoseok's. He slowly tried sitting up, body aching as if someone was punched his stomach moments ago. He brushed his face softly with his palms, wiping his tears, then his sweat and ending combing his hair backwards. After a while of still trying to wake up, he finally looked around and tried to understand where the heck he was. He looked down at himself, spotting the unfamiliar baggy sweats and T-shirt he was wearing before observing his surroundings and moved towards the door. He opened it slowly as if he didn't want to wake up someone sleeping next door. Walking down the hallway, he noticed a few frames here and there so he moved a little closer to take a good look at them. Jimin recognized three familiar people in the pictures, but it was one specific photograph, which had one specific person pictured showing his best smile. That was the picture that caught his eye. He smiled softly and caressed the picture with his finger.

"Ah that a really great photo isn't it?"

Jimin almost jumped but smiled and nodded nonetheless before turning his gaze towards Seokjin who was looking at the photo, and then moved his gaze around the picture wall.

"Yoongi is such a pain in the ass when it comes to pictures, so I was pretty lucky that I managed to capture this one." He chuckled and looked back at Jimin.

"You took all these?" Jimin asked looking around.

Seokjin nodded quite satisfied, "Yup, even though both of them like taking photos, I'm the only one interested in capturing these moments with my friends." He chuckled looking at the picture wall as a whole.

"That's really sweet of you Jin-hyung." Jimin smiled still gazing at the photos.