Forgotten You

5: 5 ridges

So, I kind of wanted to base this world off of Ghost in the Shell because I found it incredibly interesting with all the holographic advertisements.

He was numbly walking through the white, modern halls, heading to his supposed room that Jin pointed him to.

Yoongi and Hoseok left as soon as Jimin was at the front of the elevator that led to his penthouse, giving him encouraging smiles and telling him that they'd hopefully see him on Monday at school.

Was he even going to school? And what was up with the apartment complex? They literally have 4 floors all to themselves.

The first floor they owned was the fourth to last of the massive 70-floor building. It was for Jimin since he came to live with them later.

The floor above him, the 68th floor, was for Mrs. Kim, who was never home and had no use for it.

The second floor belonged to Seokjin. And lastly, the very top of the building was Taehyung's floor.

He stared in deep concentration at the sleek black door. He could still hear the clatter of Jin making food in the kitchen, along with Mrs. Kim's joyous laughter.

He rested his head against the door and breathed in. Jimin wanted so badly to find comfort in his home but he couldn't. This wasn't home, not anymore.

Before placing his hand on the touchpad beside the door, he breathed out. The door opened, revealing a perfect bedroom.

As he explored his room further, Jimin found no photographs or personal touches that could signify that there was a being living here.

Everything was so manicured and perfect like it was a display instead of his room. The room was a splatter of red and black, the red making up most of the furniture.

He walked by the floor-to-ceiling windows and ran his fingers over the curtains. He wondered why they were so tightly closed.

Maybe he hated the sun and the stars and the clouds?

Or maybe he just hated the world and the people?

The blonde came to sit on his blood-red bed and assessed the room while touching the silky material of his covers. It was too big, too lonely.

Jimin laid his heavy head onto the pillow and breathed in the faint scent of detergent. He gently slid his fingers on to the wood of the bed frame, stopping when he felt a ridge followed by another.

He counted them.

1..2..3...4...5...

There were 5 jagged ridges, possibly made from a sharp end.

What did they mean?

The sudden knock almost caused Jimin to roll out of the bed. He caught himself and sat up with wide eyes as Mrs. Kim strolled in.

She smiled tenderly at him, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes. "This scene looks familiar. I remember waking you up for your first day of school. You looked just as clueless as you did now, Minnie."

The younger Omega awkwardly returned the smile. "School?"

Mrs. Kim blinked twice and opened her mouth in shock. "I totally forgot to mention it! Boa!"

At her command, a robot came through his sliding door and bowed. The human droid straightened her back and flashed her eyes blue.

"You called?"

"Yes. Remind me to call ABO Academy and schedule our family's therapist, please." The older Omega ordered without stuttering.

Therapist?