Shatter Me

Jimin really had been sitting in his bathroom bathtub for too long, his skin was curling up, becoming soft and prune-like to the touch while other parts like his back were smooth and almost silky to touch. Though he was used to this, it was what he did on days he felt like how he was feeling today.

His rotary phone, on the other side of the door, rang softly over and over again in the deafening silence. He swore he could hear it traveling, inching closer and closer to the edge of the porcelain enameled steel tub and deep into the water crawling straight towards his heart.

Park Jimin, CEO of a small but steady and wealthy corporation in the 1900s has a little trouble understanding why he's feeling this way. Usually he sits in the bath, sliding all the way down so his head is barely above the water, thinking and knowing why his thoughts and feelings are jumbled. He knows that he is shattered and that he has been for a while, he just didn't know he could be saved.