Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Shadow

I had this written already but it seemed perfect to call it Shadow after Yoongi's drop. 😍💦👅

Y/N POV

I startled awake covered in sweat, heart racing, chest heaving, biting back a scream. My dream, it had been so...so overwhelming. Like, what the fuck?

I was standing in a room of blindingly bright light. I squinted and shielded my eyes, even closing them tightly, but nothing seemed to help. It appeared to come from everywhere, no end in sight.  I wandered aimlessly, looking for any shade, any reprieve, sometimes calling out, begging it to quiet down a bit, but nothing.

Suddenly, I see the smallest speck of darkness against an unknown horizon, a black dot that looked to be miles away. I knew it would take me forever to get to it but it was the only thing I could grasp onto while drowning in this unforgiving brilliance.

Barely able to keep my eyes open to focus on the little beacon of relief, I decidedly put one foot in front of the other, making the trek, however far.

It didn’t take long, the darkness seeming to meet me halfway, wanting to come to my rescue. Soon, it was upon me, completely enveloping me in itself and I was grateful. In contrast, the darkness felt warm and comforting against the brightness of the light. I could see nothing in it, but felt like I could see everything. I wanted for nothing, sitting down on the presumed floor, indian style, completely content. I began to talk to it, hearing nothing in reply but knowing something is there and sees me, knows me...loves me. 

Suddenly though, there is a sound. It rumbles getting louder and louder. A cruel wind passes by me and I curl up into myself, shielding my limbs. Quickly, I realize it's not cold, but hot, searing, like heat from a flash fire.The rumblings get even louder, shaking my quiet little darkness in its wake. Its almost upon me, my eyes searching the black for anything, when suddenly...it stops. 

There’s a bout of quiet, stillness but I no longer feel safe in my shadow. I hear a giggle of some sort and turn my head in the direction of said sound. There’s a spark, a visible spark as if someone is trying to start up a lighter. But it's not a lighter. It’s a match. A single match, now gifted with flame, stands alone in the middle of the quiet night. 

I watch in horror as it falls from its seemingly floating position and gets closer to what seems to be the ground. 

In no time, my beautiful darkened haven is enveloped in a consuming fire. The flames encircle me, lapping unforgivingly at my skin. I feel the heat of the burn but there is never a scar. Just crazed laughter and touches from a fire infused hand. It dances about, grabbing me at the ready, scorching my skin before letting me go with another sick laugh.

I can see the night, feel it’s presence but I just can’t get free of this fire. This red, blazing, consuming fire. With one last grasp, my wrists are pulled in a searing death grip behind me. This time, I feel all of the heat. My skin beginning to blister and burn, actually melting on my bones before I inevitably catch fire. 

I watch in horrible pain as flames creep over my shoulders, a fire fall descending down my entire body before the flames begin to rise above my neck. I open my mouth to scream but only smoke comes out, my vocal cords and lungs now ash. Finally, with no more fight left in me, I succumb to the will of the flame. 

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“Baby, you good,” my sexy boyfriend asks me, sleep coaxing his voice into even lower octaves. He looks at me with real concern while shaking his jet black hair out of his eyes. I nodded  but really didn’t have it in me to say anything more. 

“Bad dreams,” he asked again and again, I nod before positioning myself deeply into the curve of his body. Curling into him and gripping my hand in his shirt, Jimin took the hint and pulled me even closer into him before placing his head upon mine while stroking my hair.

“You’re shaking baby.”

“ ‘M good,” I managed but he wasn’t buying it. 

“Baby, tell me,” his mouth pressed against my ear, voice whisper soft while his fingers trail light strokes up and down my naked back. Shaking my head, I try to understand the dream myself, but can’t really grasp onto what it means.

The darkness is my comfort, my solace, my peace. But a fire was roaring just beyond my little haven. It had reached me in nanoseconds and burned me alive. What the hell was it and why did it want to consume me so badly? I had no real idea what the fuck this dream was about, but it gave me the creeps and brought with it real fear.

I finally looked up into Jimin’s eyes, his searching mine waiting patiently for me to answer him. I feel myself trembling, my voice not doing any better but I whisper up to him saying, 

“Something is coming.”