𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jimin - request

thank you -MinNamjoonie- for requesting. the song is bury a friend by Billie Eilish. i apologise for doing this to our bby (lowkey was terrified to write this before bed hahahhahhha i had nightmares when i went to sleep but lol all goods) love you all 💕💕💕💕

You shiver, the familiar feeling of being watched coming to nip at your back. Your mind foolishly chooses to ignore it, as it has this past week.

Releasing the build up of air in your lungs, you shut your laptop, enveloping your room in the shadows. A small squeak leaves your lips, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face. Haunting whispers echo throughout the room, your mind making you believe that there's more people in your room,

Fumbling around, you switch your phone on, sighing when nothing comes into view. Your bedroom looks normal and empty, as it should be. Cautiously, you climb into bed, pulling the covers up to your neck before switching the light from your phone off. Even still, you feel unsafe and uncomfortable.

Whimpers leave your mouth in five second intervals, the fear beginning to eat away at you. There's something here, you know there is.

At a younger age, you used to cry about the monster under your bed. Your parents, finding it adorably amusing that you were terrified of your own imagination, used to coax you to sleep with a song. It's become your coping mechanism for when you're scared so it's no surprise that the words come tumbling out, your body rocking back and forth to the cheery tone of the song.

To your sweet relief, your eyes begin to close, the movement by your side going unnoticed by you.

A sickly warm hand clamps over your mouth, the jolt waking you up, your scream muffled. An airy giggle floats into your ears, tears running down your cheeks in streams.

Your gaze shifts to your mirror, eyes widening in horror. A mop of blonde hair sits upon the gloomy looking male, his clothes in shreds and eyes wild with insanity. His smile, while on any other person would look cute, chills you to your core, knuckles going white as you grip onto the sheets.

Of course you know him, how can you not? They said he wasn't real, that he was just a stupid monster under your bed. Your breathing gets heavier, your fate seeming pretty clear.

Jimin only clicks his tongue, his other hand caressing your cheek soothingly.

"Aww, hush now, darling. I can't exactly bury an old friend, can I?"