What happened to me? - Park Jimin

O N E {Prologue}

Jimin was unsure if he woke up from the cracking sound of the wooded floor or the terrifying flames that took over the house. He sat up on his bed, frozen in his place with his eyes wide open. The flames were swallowing him alive.

The clothes on the wardrobe were all burned. The wallpaper that used to cover the walls had fallen and the melt as if it was metal. The mirrors were covered in black by the smoke coming from the fire. Jimin managed to see his Reflection fading.

The flames were getting closer.

At this point Jimin knew it was worthless to yell for help but yet he yelled on top of his lungs.

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Luckily it was just a dream. A nightmare he could call it.

Jimin stayed on his bed feeling his heart almost jump out of his chest. The fire was off, the cracking wasn't heard any longer and the smoke was gone.

All that was just a bad dream. Yet it seemed so real!

"That scared me to death.." Jimin whispered. He snuggled in his blanket again and waited to calm down.

Jimin threw a glance at the white ceiling. He could still remember the terrifying scene of the flames trying to destroy everything in that new house.

"At least my dreams aren't boring", Jimin said to himself.

Jimin kicked the blanket with his leg and then stood up. He made his way to the small table where he left his phone. Jimin checked the time. "08:30 Am.. How comes it is so early? I feel like i've been sleeping for ages.." Jimin thought as he made his way to the bathroom.

Jimin washed his face with cold water and stared at his Reflection on the mirror. "I'm alive!" - A voice screamd inside of Jimin. He smiled and went back to his room.

Jimin sat on his bed boredly. He felt so lonely this summer. He had nothing else to do expect reading books or novels, watching TV, going out for long walks or even riding his bike, exploring the streets of his birth city - Busan.

Yet this time all these things didn't impress Jimin at all. He was waiting for something better to happen - Maybe a miracle.

Jimin stood up and went to his wardrobe. He picked a white T-shirt, black jeans and Timberlands - It was the first thing he copied his little brother, Jungkook.

They weren't blood brothers but they considered each-other like a family since 2 years now. They even bought this new house and shared it together.

Jimin looked at the mirror as he felt statisfied by his look. Things like this happen so rarely. He always complains that he's not handsome or that he gained weight. But this time it was different. He was happy that morning.

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