𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jimin

IN MY HEAD

- in which you have a dangerously realistic nightmare about jimin; your tired mind unable to differentiate between whether it's real or just in your head.

The night air is oddly warm and energising; the decent night weather rare for the bustling city of Seoul.

Your brows furrow together, lips jutting out in a pout of confusion as Jimin glances over at you casually. He chuckles at your expression and gives your intertwined hands a bit of a shake to snap you out of your daze, his thumb then going to rub smooth circles onto the back of your hand. Jolting at the disturbance, you angle your head to face him apologetically, subconsciously pressing yourself into his side.

"You okay?" He asks sweetly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges to form crescent shapes that match his charming smile. You sigh in contentment and nod quickly, pressing your lips to his cheek shyly. A pretty pink fills his cheeks as he returns his gaze to the street in front of him, nibbling at his bottom lip to try and suppress the goofy grin that wants to break out onto his face.

"Thanks for tonight," you hum in hopes of continuing conversation with him; the sound of his angel like voice blending in so well with the background noise of the city. He lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a warm kiss to your skin, smiling softly as he drops your hand back to your side.

"You're always welcome, princess," he croons. "I just felt like tonight was the perfect night to go out for a date. We haven't done that in a while."

"I know," you sigh heavily, your annoyance directed towards the sudden influx of work you've had over the past few weeks. While you're grateful for the money, you just wish you had more time to spend with your boyfriend. "Hopefully, we can have more nights like this."

"Hopefully," he repeats with a cheeky grin, humming in approval when you rest your head upon his forearm. Feeling as if the silence settling in between the two of you is comfortable, he drags his gaze back to the street in front of him, his eyes narrowing in on a group of intimidating shadows moving towards the pair of you.

It takes you a few moments to notice the shadows that Jimin watches like a hawk but when you do, your blood runs cold and your stomach churns with a painful dread. You angle your head so that you look up at him, your hands trembling with fear as your eyes are probably darkened with the same emotion. He feels your gaze on him and flashes you a reassuring smile, his eyes deceiving his positivity as they swirl with uncertainty.

"It'll be okay," he whispers, releasing your hand so he can wrap his arm around your shoulders and tuck you into his side protectively. Your heart swells at the action and a part of you believes that his protection alone will be enough to shield you from not only these ominous looking shadows but whatever else you will have to face.

The group inch closer and closer; your heart beat increasing with every passing second. Suddenly, the group stop in front of you, your breath hitching in your throat as the most unnerving silence falls on top of everyone.

"What a precious couple," a tall man with a missing tooth and jet black hair sneers, his eyes a haunting shade of blue as he meets your terrified gaze.

"Thank you," Jimin politely returns, leading the two of you around the group. You hold your breath as Jimin tightens his hold on you, subtly watching each and every boy that runs their gaze over the two of you as if you're fresh meat.

"Uh uh," the man growls, placing his hand intimidatingly on Jimin's shoulder. "I ain't done with you yet, pretty boy."

Jimin angrily shrugs the man's hand off, his eyes flicking with hot bolts of rage. You stiffen in his embrace, wary of the way the other guys begin to inch closer to you, hands ready to grab at you.