He knew well where this could take him yet always had the same reaction to it. He always tried to fight it and kept telling himself that he could take control over it and soothe it down. Sometimes it works and others he wakes up to realize that it didn't, either way, none of the two experiences were pleasant to him.

He tried to schedule his breathes, inhaling and exhaling at a steady pace and rhythm while his fingers started to tap against his forehead one by one, lightly. His eyes closed down slowly and his facial expression seemed to fall at a relaxed state for a bit but it didn't take long for his fingers to start trembling while they were still doing their movements, bringing his face to distort in anger.

His breathing stopped after and inhale and his eyes flew open making him fly off the bed in a clear panicking state. He could feel something inside him growing and he couldn't help but feel terrified at its force. There were moments like this where he preferred when the change would become so quickly that he would not even be aware of it because this one was at another level of mental torture. It was like having a robber inside your body, creeping towards your brain to shut it down and take control over it.

He rushed to throw away the blankets of the bed and pulled harshly on the bedsheets, taking them off, as the quickest result of his brain that was in search of something that he could tie himself with. He was away from home with no one that he could trust around and in such a situation if he was not able to trust himself, it could end in a lot of troubles for him. 

However, if he could not control this he could at least restrict it for as much as he can. 

After securing the bedsheets in his arms he proceeded to grab his phone and put it on speaker, letting it call his emergency contact as he desperately stormed around the room in search of scissors of anything that could possible help him on tearing the sheets apart.

"Hello?" Jin's voice echoed in the room as soon as he came across a knife which he found at the minibar.

"I am at a hotel called L'etoile, room 2006. Bring that damn anaesthetic quickly!" He shouted, making Jin rush out of his bed as fast as he could, having fully awoken from the sleep that he was having before he decided to call and turn his night upside down.

"Yah! Didn't I told you to keep one with you at all times?!" He scolded as he left his phone on the counter and hurried to change clothes, stumbling over his slippers along his way to the closet.

"I left it in the car! Now hurry!" Jimin replied as he made the first tear on the bedsheet he was holding and grabbed the two split ends, tearing them apart with his physical strength till the other end of the cloth.

"Stay in line! I am coming!"Jin replied and Jimin said nothing back as he was busy tried the clothing at the bed's feet and then tying the rest of it with his feet, as tightly and complicated as he could.

A scream left his mouth as the piercing pain inside his head grew suddenly, making him feel as if an arrow tore across his head, a feeling that brought his hands to a halt for a bit and made his sight become blurry. Thankfully though his consciousness was still his so he continued trying to tie himself up in as many ways as he possibly could, in the most hurried and panicked way. If someone was to see him right now, they most likely would think of him as crazy but even if they did, he would lie if he was to say that they would have been far from the truth.

He liked it or not he thought of himself the same way. What else could you refer to this madness after all. What else could you call someone who can't trust others as much as he can't trust himself?

"I am in my car. Hang in there, okay?" He heard Jin's voice echo from the speaker of his phone and Jimin couldn't help but laugh a bit even though there existed nothing funny. He had wrapped all his lowed body in those white bedsheets, tying himself at that bed as if he was a butterfly in a cocoon. He had tied his own hand and with his own teeth tighten the knots as much as he could. He had even tossed that knife across the room so it will be far away from his reach. The situation surely was not funny but his laughter just kept growing and growing, echoing across the phone line and making Jin feel chills run down his spine.

"It's pay, It's okay. I am almost there. I am with you. You can do it. Whatever was that triggered this you can fight it! Do you hear me? Jimin!" Jin kept talking as he sped up as much as he could down the streets and Jimin's laughter seemed to lowered down after his words.

"J-Jimin?" He dared call again after the silence that fell in his car, which had made him worry more that the damn laughter but Jimin did not reply simply because something else had gotten his attention for the moment.

And that someone else was you, who had returned to that room because of your phone, which you hadn't found on you and had assumed that it may have fallen out of your grasp while you jumped in the balcony earlier.

Of course, when you had decided to come to look for it, you had not thought that Jimin would be still in the room, much more be tied up and on the floor as he was.

"What the heck happened to you?" You questioned in shock as you reflexively rushed to go help him get freed but as soon as you touched the white clothes and met eyes with him, your hands froze in place.

"Run." He whispered in a raspy tone as a smirk had taken over his face, making a storm of fear get born inside you.



---To be continued...

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