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Walking toward the peculiar forest on a chilly night is not a good idea and will never be but Jimin is far too idiotic and annoyed to not do this. Ever since he was little he had always been told not to go into the forest and the blond lived by the rule and never went into the forest, he never inspected why the whispering was coming or where it was coming from but now it has been too much and Jimin doesn't understand how it can hurt to pay a small visit to the forest and check out what is creating this sound, all his life he has lived here and never saw anything bizarre happening in the forest or because of it so maybe it was just his grandparents' paranoia

The blond clings onto himself for a silver of warmth while the cardigan he had draped over himself works barely like a thin sheet and he's left to suffice heat for himself. The night is howling, November in the countryside is always a misty fury and usually, Jimin would enjoy a late-night stroll in the chilly weather but that would be with either a friend or grandparent and a little before 3 a.m.

Jimin's teeth nearly chatter as he is now inside the forest, the lurking and large trees now behind, around, and in front of him as he fights the shiver that is threatening to run down his spine at the frightening surroundings. Everything is dark and cold and it's truly eerie as Jimin looks around himself, keeping an eye out for a coyote or anything that could jump at him and nearly rip him to shreds. He's always been extra scared of large predator animals. The whisper that had brought him this out in the forest is still heavy against his consciousness and the blond continues to follow it.

His white PJ set and white cardigan make him glow amidst the shadowy forest, his blond hair easily distinguishable and the lip balm he's put on his plump and full lips to prevent them from cracking is also glistening in the moonlight leaking from above. The whisper is growing louder, clearer the more Jimin follows it and there's a bizarre feeling growing in his stomach but he can't understand what it is.

Numerous twigs break beneath the weight of his feet but Jimin is too fixated on the sound that surrounds him completely to pay any mind to other things. There are leaves beneath him too, branches that brush against his arms while he pushes them away from his face and it's almost like his body is working on its own, his steps are steady and paced but he has not many thoughts in his mind

he should be scared like he usually is of the dark, and of the fact that his grandparents have always and very strictly told him to never visit the forest but he is rather allured right now, by the sound, and whatever this feeling residing in the middle of his chest is, it's similar to a knot, or a weaved tug that is pulling him deep into the forest. Jimin licks his lips, the taste of his strawberry chapstick spreading over his mouth.

Goosebumps rise on his skin when he makes it past the vast trees and now all there is in front of him is hollowness, reality finally snaps and Jimin realizes just how foolish he had been to run in the forest at night to follow the whisper that has bothered him for as long as he can remember. A lick of fear rushes over his spine and he nearly shudders at the feeling. From the sides of his eyes, he can see shadows that aren't really there but a play of his imagination as he looks around, back and forth trying to make sense of his surroundings

the whisper had stopped and Jimin doesn't know if this is the source of it or if he's walked past the source entirely while he was too dazed by nothing in particular. It must be the drowsiness messing with his senses as he inhales a deep breath and looks around for a deep minute, pondering his thoughts of going back or further to investigate or just leaving. the forest though eerie as it may be, incites the boy to stay. it's beautiful in all its creepy glory and though Jimin isn't a fan of scary things, he doesn't really mind this

the tranquil air that is both cold and comforting, the soft sounds that aren't overpowered by an annoying whisper that multiplies often. Jimin breathes in the scent of wood and sand, smiling softly because the crispiness of winter also wafts around him. The trees are tall but they don't block out the moonlight from above when Jimin looks up to stare at the starry sky, so beautiful that it's catching him by his sensible thinking.