𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊//𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ☼

𝚍𝚒𝚎

Jungkook had to think of something. He had to. He was about to watch himself violate Jimin, and kill him.

"Don't give me that face," The copy smiled tauntingly at Jungkook, "The both of you will slowly start to enjoy it."

"You're crazy. Fucking crazy." Jungkook spat through gritted teeth. All the fear and panic he felt suddenly disappeared, as if it was never there before. In it's place, was rage, pure rage.

"Let him go, now!" Jungkook demanded, with another fist slamming into the divider.

"No can do!" The copy clicked his tongue, I'm not satisfactory yet, and I won't be any time soon."

With that, he slowly slid the knife down Jimin's arm. His touch was delicate and gentle, resulting in a smooth and clean cut emerging from the side of Jimin's arm. It was as if the cut was made by the sharpest, cleanest scalpel, and by a very skilled surgeon.

Jungkook heard a scream emerge from the other side. He looked up. Jimin appeared to be banging against the same invisible wall, tears on the verge of falling.

"J-jimin?" Jungkook stuttered out of confusion.

He stared at the Jimin that was quietly seated, sides bleeding, and the other Jimin, desperately banging on the impenetrable force. There were two of the latter, like how there were of the former.

"J-jimin! Are you okay? Your arm!" Jungkook paused and thought. " Jimin on the other side of the glass is feeling pain, but, my copy isn't doing anything to him? That's impossible! How could Jimin receive damage without even being touched?" Jungkook pondered. Suddenly, the answer hit him.

"The Jimin that my copy holds in his hands, is not real..." Jungkook knew the answer, " It's also a copy!"

"Bingo!" The copy cried out, overjoyed." You understood! Congratulations! Now we can all enjoy the show even more, no?" He smiled, teeth sharp.

Jungkook was deep in thought. The Jimin that sat obediently was like a voodoo doll, anything that was done to it, would be immediately and directly reflected to Jimin.

Seeing the distress Jungkook was facing, Jimin tried to console him with the knowledge he had, " Jungkook, this is an imaginary space we were teleported to, it's in your head! We're all in your head! But this will affect our life!"

Jungkook scrunched his brows. "Will affect our life? In other words.."

"This will be the determining factor of whether we make it out of our coma or not!" Both said in unison.

"Smart! So smart!" The copy laughed, possibly the most evil laugh he had ever heard, "But what can you do about it? Even if you do know, you're trapped behind that border that even you yourself fail to understand! And don't even try to kill yourself, you can't die, so you're gonna have to watch yourself kill your loved one!" A sadistic grin appeared on the copy's face, as he raised both his hands, accidentally hitting his own face.

"Oww! Geez, I can't even get excited for a second." He rubbed his forehead.

That was more than enough for Jungkook though, he already knew what he had to do.

"I can't die right?" He warily asked the copy.

"Yeah, so?" He was still annoyed.

"But you're in my dream, my head, my imagination, so if I can, I could kill you, right?" Jungkook got ready.

The copy stopped smiling. He turned to look at Jungkook, face black, " You try anything weird , and I'll kill this thing," he kicked Jimin's head, and the Jimin behind the wall was sent flying backwards, holding his head.

That was enough to send jungkook of his stance, as he too, had a dagger materialized in his hand.

The copy stumbled back in shock. "W-what? How? That's impossible!"

"Like I said, it's my imagination, so I can do what I want, right?"" Jungkook gained confidence.

It was true, he could have imagined anything he wanted, but somehow, the wall Infront of him couldn't disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

How was he going to do it? It was easy, but it totally depended on whether he could bear the pain or not. When the copy hit himself, Jungkook too, felt an impact on his forehead, where he was heat, so, whatever damage that was done to the copy, also would be done to him.
If so, it would be able to work the other way round, wouldn't it?

"I won't even need to break through this wall to damage you." He told the copy, willpower brimming, "I'll just do this.."

Holding his breath, Jungkook held the knife in both hands, and swung it down.

Towards himself.