The Demon's Residence •|• p. jm + k. th

7

Jimin's eyes shot open. He had passed out after everything that happened. Through the thin walls, he heard crickets chirping and the silence of a deserted night. He sat himself up, groaning at the searing pain of a massive headache.

Through watery eyes, he could see a glass of water sitting in the middle of the floor. He was hesitant. Water? In the middle of the floor? Something's not right. "You better drink some or you're gonna feel like that for the rest of the night."

Jimin's head shot over to the opposite side of the room, seeing the figure standing there and almost blending with the shadows. Jimin felt his heart race. He didn't want this again. He didn't want more pain, more suffering. He hated this place and all he wanted to do was leave and never come back.

"Drink it." The figure said demandingly. Jimin hesitantly reaches over for the glass, picking it up and taking small sips. Somehow, he immediately felt better. It was as if the water had given a new life to Jimin.

The figure slowly walked over to Jimin. He looked as if he was inspecting the boy, eyeing him up and down and slightly raising a brow. Jimin set the glass down and looked up at the figure, innocence filling his eyes.

As the figure got closer to Jimin, he knelt down and let his eyes travel around Jimin's face. A cold hand found it's way to Jimin's cheek and cupped it as he continued to inspect the boy. "Just like him..." The figure said softly.

"Like who..?" Jimin asked in the same soft tone. The figure ignored him and chuckled before standing up again. "Get up." He said demandingly. Jimin simply stared at the figure. He was still in shock after everything that had happened to him. Countless images of blood and gore and pain flooded his mind. "Get up!" He said once again, causing the fear inside of Jimin to grow.

Jimin slowly stood up. His knees buckled under him and his vision went blurry as he stood tall. He could feel himself starting to collapse, but pushed himself against a wall to support himself. Jimin closed his eyes and rubbed them slightly, trying his best to see clearly.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes and saw the figure standing uncomfortably close to him, both of its hands on either side of Jimin's head. It growled lowly before scanning over Jimin once again. "Do you know who I am?" The figure asked lowly in a sultry voice. Jimin shook his head. He had no idea who or what this thing was. He knew that they were dangerous for sure, but he didn't know who they were...unless...

"You don't know?" The figure asked, a chuckle following the question. "No.." Jimin replied very softly. For some reason, the figure kept looking into Jimin's eyes. Jimin wanted to hide himself more than anything, but he got lost in how the pupils would pulsate every few seconds. And how the green color had spiked hazel edges around it. It would be the most beautiful sight Jimin had ever seen if he wouldn't have known what evil and terror lived behind those eyes.

"Think back to when you were first here with those friends of yours." The figure said quietly. "Remember what they said about this place?" A grin had formed on the figure's face now, which terrified Jimin even more. He thought about the first time he, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jin were there.

"Well, decades and decades ago, a man and his wife lived here peacefully. As they moved in, they searched the entire house for any old items the previous owners had. Eventually, they stumbled upon a ouija board in the basement. The couple were young like us and looked for adventure constantly. So, they decided to use the board. They made contact with a spirit that called themself 'T'. The couple had asked several questions, but once they were finished, they never ended the conversation properly. The spirit saw this as an invitation into their lives and terrorized them for years. It caused problems physically, mentally, and emotionally."

"Oh no..." Jimin said almost inaudibly to himself. He looked up at the figure, realizing what it was. It was the thing that drove someone to suicide. It was someone who's murdered. Someone who's sole purpose in the world was to harm and kill. "That look on your face...I'd know it anywhere." The figure said, interrupting Jimin's thoughts.

"Who am I?" It asked. Jimin was hesitant to answer. "Say it, boy." The figure said again, darkly. Jimin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to gain the confidence to speak to this horrid...thing.

"T." Jimin said. The figure smiled smugly. "Your name...is T." The figure chuckled. "Close." The figure spoke, tilting Jimin's head up so that their eyes were locked. "It's Taehyung. 'T' is my...well...you can call it an alias." Taehyung's eyes again locked on Jimin. He began to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. "What the..?" Taehyung said to himself, stepping away from Jimin and walking to the door of the enclosed space they were in.

Outside, he could see Hoseok and three other men, one of which was clothed in what seemed to be a priest's clothing. "Son of a bitch." Taehyung growled. He turned to Jimin. "Stay put." Taehyung said lowly.

With that, he disappeared with a soft fade. Jimin was terrified. He didn't know what was out there. He didn't know where Taehyung went. Hell, he didn't even know if he would make it out of this alive. "It's okay..." Jimin said over and over to himself, trying to calm down. He took deep breaths and hoped that somehow, he'd be able to escape this terrifying nightmare.