Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

You stumbled backwards, a scream escaping you as you took in the sight of yet another man in this room.

Jimin's clothes and hands were covered in blood, his eyes full of a crazed emotion as he watched Taehyung draw his last breath, a sick smile forming on his features as he turned to face you.

"There you are." Jimin breathed.

You watched as your past self's back met the wall, chest heaving in terror.

Jimin began walking towards you.

You weren't sure what to do in a situation like this...

Should you watch your past self get her memories erased? Should you let Jimin get close to her?

Were you supposed to sit and watch this play out?

That seems like something Jimin would do...He'd make you sit and relive on of your most tragic memories....he wants you to beg him to take back the memories of death and gore...

But you wouldn't.

You would not run from this...You would face it head on and learn from your mistakes of the past.

The small girl you watched tremble before Jimin no longer existed..

Jimin wanted you to watch things play out....

But, you wouldn't.

Never again.

With anew-found flash of courage, you grabbed the fire poker from the fireplace, watching as Jimin continued his advance onto your past self.

If he wanted someone to just sit in and watch...

He could marry that stupid doll of his.

You rushed in front of him, holding the heavy poker of your shoulder, eyes narrowing on the black-haired man.

Jimin's eyes moved from your past self's, expression never once changing as he stared at you, hands extending out.

"You shouldn't be frightened." He told your present self. "I won't harm you, darling."

You shook your head.

"No," You whispered. "You won't."

With one last push of strength, you shoved the poker forward, watching as it disappeared into his chest.

Jimin sputtered out in pain, stumbling backwards as he stared at you in utter shock, hands hovering over the handle as you released it.

A foul stench filled the air as a black ooze poured from the wound, only serving to make him even weaker than he already was.

You never once showed any emotion, only glaring as he laughed maniacally, body beginning to convulse as he fell onto the floor.

"You'll never beat me." He coughed. "I am a part of you...I'll always be with you...I'll always love you....Even if you turn out to be like your mommy."

Your eyes widened at those words.

"S-Shut up."

Jimin laughed, the black ooze now running out of the side of his mouth.

"She's a part of you too, isn't she?" He asked. "You're mommy's little money maker...."

You squeezed your eyes closed, shaking your head as you took a step backwards.

"And....you're so pretty."

Your eyes snapped open.

That voice....That wasn't Jimin's voice...