Hypnotized//JH

.13.

She was only a small girl. Tiny, fragile, sweet. A six-year-old with two gaps in her mouth where her teeth were supposed to be, two tiny ponytails dangling from her head, and two moles decorating the side of her lips. Her two favorite people in the world were the two who brought her there, the only two she could trust even as a child.

What did she have to lose? Nothing. At least nothing her limited brain could think of. Never did she ever think that one small visit to a place she deeply loved, a place that fulfilled all her childish desires, would become the same place where all her dread lies.

There was only one sound that rang continuously in her ear even as an adult: the sound of her cracked, soft, petite voice screaming "Ahjussi" after a terrified young man, a young man who didn't even spare her a single glance and ran selfishly for the sake of his own life. Her eyes couldn't see anything other than the image of her tear-stained cheeks and tiny, blood-stained hands holding onto the once clean clothes of the two most precious people in her life. Of course, she didn't understand much, but it only took the horrid sight ahead of her to shake her insides, to shatter her heart, and most importantly, destroy her life.

"Sun Hee," I heard Jimin's voice pierce through the silence, through my endless train of thoughts and dreadful memories. I pulled my face away from my hands and looked at him, the dark circles under my eyes most probably hinting to him that I was extremely fatigued. My droopy eyes found their way into his concerned ones, making my heart hurt even more at seeing how he started to form dark circles as well because of my case.

His hand found their way to my stiff shoulder, pushing all the loose, messy strands of hairs aside then landing peacefully on my shoulder blade. My body was indifferent to his touches just like it was towards everything else at that moment. I hadn't slept for nearly five days, and neither did he. My thoughts and memories kept me awake all night and if it wasn't for Jimin's reassuring presence, I would've most probably been dead at the moment.

"You look so tired. Are you sure you don't want to rest?" He asked me, his voice coming out the gentlest it ever could. As though his sentence pulled me back to reality and increase my awareness of the time, my body involuntarily stretched, causing my spinal cord to crack in the process. A wave of relaxation flowed through my body at hearing the confined gases escape from in between my backbones and I let my body slump back into the comfy cushions of my living room couch the way it initially was.

A sigh found its way out my mouth before I could say," No, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Would you like to eat something? A sandwich maybe? Or just have a cup of coffee if you don't feel like eating?" He asked me, his hand now on my thigh, giving it a slight squeeze of assurance.

I shook my head at him then pushed my body backward so I can lay comfortably on the couch.

"I said I'm fine. I don't want to eat or drink anything," I let out, the hoarseness of my voice catching me off guard.