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TAEHYUNG'S POV
I was running, I don't know where to, but I was running and that seemed important right now.
"Ahhh!"
"Stop!"
Voices kept shouting at me. No matter how fast I run, it felt like they were just right there next to me.
I grew tired and my legs felt numb. I stopped and looked around my surroundings.
I was in a dark tunnel, and it was growing small.
I started to crouch and kick the wall.
I was losing hope at this, my legs were already tired from running to nowhere.
Then I felt something resting on my shoulder.
"Run," It whispered.
My heart started pumping faster than before and out of fear I kicked the wall in front of me and before I knew it, I tumbled and turned through the hole I just broke.
My sight was blurry, and then for a moment it was like I was floating on air, then I saw Jimin his neck spewing out blood, screaming in pain.
Something left my mouth, but I didn't know what it was.
Then I woke up.
I shot up from my bed in fear. I pressed my hand to my forehead wiping the sweat that was slowly gliding down.
It has been days since Jimin died, the funeral has already passed and I can feel myself fall deeper into this abyss every single day.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A knock echoed around my room, I grew nervous at the sound. My blood went cold, my breath stuck in my throat.
"Wh-who is it?"
"It's Hoseok. Jin-hyung has prepared dinner for us. Do you want to join us or I'll just bring it to you?" His voice, a soft one, gave me shivers down my spine, "Uhh, yeah. I'll join you guys. I'll just freshen up for a bit-" Without any warning, Hoseok-hyung just bursts into my room.
"Call me rude but, how are you feeling?" He asked sitting down beside me. The space beside me lowers at his weight.
"Ji-Jimin. He's dead. I don't know," Short answers were the only thing I could come up right now.
"Look, we all knew that this news would've hit you hard, harder than us and we want to help. I wanna help," he gripped my hand, I jolted at the touch, his cold touch.
I retrieved my hand back from him making him sigh. He stood up and walked closer to the door.
"This... shouldn't have happened. We all knew Jimin was the softest one. and if it was either the both of us, I would've chosen me to go instead of him. A world deserves a person like Jimin, and we just lost one," He grabbed the doorknob and exited the room.
My room grew silent once again. I sighed and ruffled my hair in frustration. I stood up from my bed, making it sound with a creak. I walked to the bathroom, ice-cold tiles were the first thing I felt under my foot.
I opened the faucet and splashed my face with some water, trying to wake myself up from the reality, somehow knock some sense up in my dead brain.
I grabbed the face towelette from the iron rack and gently rubbed my wet face with the dry material.
I so happened come to make eye contact with myself in the mirror.
I looked dead.
I might as well be.
The dark circles under my eyes were very evident against my pale skin, the collarbones that were once praised for its looks, now just looks as if I haven't eaten in a week or so- which I haven't. The dry, crusty, grayish looking lips just added to the bunch. Oh, and how could I forget the wrinkles that have formed on my forehead and under my eyes.
I looked like shit, Jimin wouldn't be proud of this.
