The Ghost In My Dreams [P.JM]

o n e

It was a chilly Thursday night, at 12:30 in the morning. Jimin was still in the dance studio even though he was instructed to go home like the rest of the guys about four hours ago. But when was he one to listen to anything?

He always felt like he needed to constantly practice because every time he saw his reflection in the mirror he was dissatisfied with himself. He would repeat whatever it was over and over again.

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

Until his body just couldn't stand it anymore. He'd have bruises, and cuts. He could have a torn ligament but he'd still push himself past his limit because he was never satisfied with what he was seeing.

He knew he needed to be heading home but he wanted to get the move he was working on completed. While he was in the middle of dancing the music suddenly stopped and he looked around to find the source, as his phone was still lit up.

He walked over to pick up his phone, noticing it was vibrating signaling a call. 'Yoongi-Hyung.' Yoongi knew Jimin would stay up to ungodly hours in the morning. He would call to remind him that sleep and rest were still things that the human body needed.

Jimin sighed before sliding the accept button and reluctantly brought the phone to his ear. "Yeah Hyung, what are you still doing up?" He could hear a deep inhale followed by an even deeper sigh on the other side of the line.

"I could ask you the same thing Jimin. You know you should be resting more." A deep voice spoke through the phone, almost groggy like he had just woken up to remind him.

Jimin threw his head back slightly while letting out a light chuckle " Is Yoongi concerned about my health?" There was almost a teasing tone in Jimin's voice because he knew Yoongi hated it when he was like this.

The other side was quiet until Yoongi calmed himself down before he reached through the phone and strangle his younger 'brother' "Shut up before I tell our manager that you are continuing what he advised you against doing. You know what happens if he finds out."

Jimin sighed running his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair accepting defeat because he was just too tired to argue. "Okay, Okay. I'm just going to finish this last move. I was almost done until your call so rudely interrupted me." Jimin still had that teasing tone, but there was also relief laced in it. If no one told him to go home, he'd probably still be in there and get reprimanded by their manager, which he did not want.

He could hear a slight chuckle and it eased his nerves about upsetting his older hyung "Just make sure you get home safe and sleep, alright?" He mock saluted even though Yoongi could not see him physically. With a simple 'mhm' he ended the call and did a long stretch, his whole spine cracking from the base up to his neck.

He finally left the dance studio around one in the morning. He threw his hoodie on as he felt the cold breeze brush against his skin and as if on queue a shiver wracked through his whole body. As he was walking down the street to his apartment he was listening to music, running over the beats for the dance in his head.

When he finally entered his apartment he felt a moment of bliss, locking his eyes on his couch but he decided against doing a full body slam onto it. He instead threw his coat and duffle bag on it and briskly walked to his bathroom as he proceeded to take a warm shower. One to warm his extremely cold body up and to relax his muscles as they were still super tensed from the vigorous about to dance he just endured.

When he pulled the curtains back he was flabbergasted at just how much steam had accumulated in his bathroom. He felt like he was in a sauna, but instead of feeling blissful he felt worse because it was so thick it was making it hard to breathe.

He quickly paced to the door and cracked it and went back to the mirror to wipe the condensation off. He blinked as he saw a figure standing behind him, he swiped again because he thought it was just his furniture but he could see a face clearly after his eyes focused.

What

The

Fuck

Was all his brain could come up with as he whipped his body around, making sure to keep a tight grip on his towel. But to his surprise no one was there. He stood there pondering for a few seconds. 'What even was that, or better question. Who was it?'

He shook his head to stop his voice from creeping himself out more than he already was. He continued to finish his normal nightly routine to keep his mind and body busy.

Washing his face.

Brushing his teeth.

Changing into sweatpants and a white T-shirt and then sliding under his comfortable sheets and comforter.

As he tossed and turned for about fifteen minutes, his mind was starting to become tired and slip into his own little dream world. But the events of earlier were still lingering in the back somewhere.

Jimin was dreadfully woken up by his phone's Emergency Alert System alarm screaming right under his pillow. He shot up out of bed and fumbled around his pillow to shut the screaming device off as he rubbed his ears.

When the ringing was starting to fade away he rested back one, propping his back against the wall his bed was smushed up against. Scrolling through the many notifications and news articles that were all over his feed, he was feeling super confused.

He clicked on one of the many, many messages and it took him to a news article page. 'Local Teen found drowned in the river behind Greenwood apartments. Investigation is underway.'

Almost instantly he felt a pain in his chest when he read the title of the article but he couldn't find the reason as to why. Stuff like this always happens. It was either a bad date, wrong place at the wrong time. But something in him was curious to continue scrolling through to read more up on whatever they did know.

He was about to throw his phone on his bed and get ready to start his normal morning routine, until he scrolled down to reveal a picture. They released a photo from a good enough distance to not see any injuries but close enough to see clothes and shoes.

He put two fingers on his screen and zoomed in to get a better look and his blood immediately ran cold. He dropped his phone and ran a hand over his face trying to wash the image out of his eyes.

"Those clothes. They were the same as..." His mouth felt like it was a desert; the figure from the mirror making a quick flash in his mind.

Oh.

My.

God.

"They're wearing the exact same clothes."