𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊//𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ☼

𝚝𝚘

Jungkook woke up in an unfamiliar surrounding. He was in a blank space, totally white space, with no one else in sight.

"Where.. am I? " He muttered whilst standing up and rubbing his temples. He was having a terrible headache. He looked around him, trying to find any sort of living being, or anything in particular.

"Jungkook." Jungkook turned around to face Jimin, who was standing on the opposite side of where he was.

"Jimin! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" Jungkook ran towards Jimin, but found himself slamming flat against an invisible wall instead.

"What is this? " He rubbed his forehead.

Jimin remained quiet. He proceeded to sit down and close his eyes.

"Jimin?" Jungkook worriedly asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Just then, a loud voice resonated through out the empty space.

"Dumb shit! This Is just a fraction of you imagination! haven't you figured that out already?" The voice resounded.

It sounded a lot like himself, a bit too much for comfort. He looked around it hopes of finding the source of the voice, when it spoke again.

"I'm not here you stupid thing! I can't believe we share the same body!" The same voice shouted.

Jungook finally understood, he was in a dream, and something, or rather someone was talking to him.

"Who are you?"Jungkook asked warily.

"I'm you of course! Can't you tell? We have the same damn voice for fuck's sake!" The voice shouted back, annoyed.

"Why's he so triggered by everything?" Jungkook thought," And he says he's me? Impossible."

"Yeah yeah impossible sure," The voice rambled on. "I AM YOU!"

Jungkook was nearly blown off his feet after that shout.

"You know what? I'm done with your stupidity, I'll just get on with what I wanna do." The unknown voice made his impatience clear.

"Now then," Jungkook could hear the smirk in his tone, " We have Jimin here."

Jungkook was confused at first,"what?"

"Ughh shut up will you? Stop asking so many damn questions!" The voice shouted again.

Unexpectedly, a body materialized infront of both of them. It totally resend Jungkook, from head to toe.

"Surprise surprise! It's me! You!" The copy smirked whilst clapping his hands.

"It's me, you?" Jungkook thought, "So he's me?"

"Yes! Finally you get it now! Luckily you're not that stupid!" He glared at Jungkook, which made his standing waver just a tad bit.

"I see, so he can read my mind...." Jungkook thought.

The latter's knowing smile was enough to prove it.

"It's getting a little boring, let's spice things up shall we?" The copy smiled while making his way to Jimin, who was still sitting on the floor, eyes shut.

"What're you doing?" Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed in worry. He didn't trust the latter one bit, he radiated a killer aura, that screamed danger.

"Playing with my little toy here, you wanna join?" He tapped Jimin's head, "Oh wait," He smirked again, "You can't."

Laughing at his own joke, the copy flapped his hands together yet again. He was coming off as brutally annoying to Jungkook now, and all he wanted to do was to grab Jimin and run away from that empty abyss.

"Remember I can read all your thoughts, Jeon Jungkook." The copy stared straight at Jungkook and cracked his fingers. As much as he hated to admit, the latter was  terrifyingly good at intimidation.

"Ah yes, where were we?" He turned back to Jimin and stoked his fluffy, silver hair.

"How would you react if I slowly defiled him in front of you?" He asked, smiling like a maniac.

Jungkook was alarmed, "You wouldn't."

The copy looked at Jungkook, face clearly saying , " Try me."

Jungkook strated to panic, " That's rape! You wouldn't rape him would you? You like him!"

Ignoring everything Jungkook had said,. The copy proceeds to describe his actions.

"I can't wait to just cut him up slowly, and watch as he silently screams in pain and agony, blood dripping and all. It would be such a pleasant sight to see wouldn't it?" His eyes rolled up into it's sockets, and he licked his lips.

"Crazy psycho!" Jungkook yelled from behind the invisible divider, "Don't touch him!"

"Make me." He grinned at Jungkook's failed  attempts of breaking the unbreakable.

Out of nowhere, a small dagger materialized into the copy's hands. It has a very intricate design, the hilt was embroidered with red silk, and black roses sewn onto it. It had a thin blade, shining under the unknown light.

Jungkook was scared. He needed to save Jimin, but if it was involving blood, he wouldn't be able to do anything. He would Stand there, petrified and frozen, and Jimin would be hurt again, right Infront of his eyes.

"W-why are you even doing this? You hate blood don't you? You're scared of it, so why?" Jungkook shouted.

The copy looked back at Jungkook. "Not necessarily." It seemed to think for a while, before smiling again, " Even though I'm you, there's a major difference between the both of us."

He then proceeded to play with the knife, "You're scared of blood, you hate it. When in the face of blood, you abandon all logic, and all you do is stand there, and stare. Useless much? Well, I'm different, I'm a better, superior version of you!" He smiled, teeth showing and eyebrows slanting, "Aren't I?!"

Jungkook couldn't day anything. Who was this copy? What the hell did it want? Why was it even here? And Jungkook knew that it definitely wasn't him.

"Unlike you," The copy now stood up and raised his arms, spreading them to the side, " I love blood!!"

Jungkook cringed, how could he ever love blood?

"And since I do," The copy looked turned on, "I have a perfect source for satisfaction, right here." He tapped Jimin's head a few times.

"I can't wait!"