➰The white girl➰

Jimin was shivering under his blankets fearing for his life. It was once again nightfall and he couldn't sleep. He wanted Yoongi on his side again, it was always comforting when he's around but he didn't want to be a burden. Instead, he plugged in his earphones, hoping music will fill up his fright.

At first, he felt relaxed hearing the soothing sound of the piano playing but then somewhere in the middle of the song, there was some weird sounds. It was a little girl crying, faint from a distance but as seconds passed by, it was getting louder and closer like it knew that he was listening. Jimin whimpered in his bed quietly, the sounds were creeping him out but he didn't know why he didn't just took off the earphones. He couldn't move a muscle like he was paralyzed! Just then, the music suddenly stopped and the girl's crying was the only thing audible.

"W-who are you?" Jimin manage to mutter, still hearing her sob.

Slowly, those sobs turned into a sinister laugh that made him scream. "Mamamatay kayo!" She kept repeating those words while laughing loudly.

"Mamamatay kayo!"

"STOP! Please! Stop this!"

"Mamamatay kayo!"

He felt two cold hands on his feet, making him yelp. "No! NO! Get away from me!"

The blankets were suddenly pulled away from his body. He cried loudly and swatted his hands forward trying to push away whoever– whatever it was in front of him. "Jimin! Stop it!"

His eyes flew open once he heard the voice of his roommate. Yoongi was looking at him worriedly for the second time. Seeing his dongsaeng sweating hard and yelling, frightened for his life makes his heart ache. He just wishes he knew what was troubling him.

"What's going on with you? Tell me!"

Jimin shed a tear and gulped, throwing his phone and his earphones away from him, "I-It's her again! She's coming for me! I hear her, I see her, everywhere! Hyung you have to believe me!"

"What do you mean? Her who?"

"The girl in the photo!"

"Not this again," Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. He wanted to believe him, but it's just so unrealistic! Maybe because of nightmares or hallucinations, he doesn't know.

"Please believe me!" Jimin sobbed violently and clung to the older's shirt collar, forcing and wanting him to somehow trust in his words which he seemed to be failing. "She's gonna come after me again! All of us!"

Yoongi paused and held the sides of the younger, "Don't scare yourself! There's no one coming after you nor there's a little girl. You are just imagining things!"

Jimin gasped and retreated his hands away from the older. His hyung doesn't believe him... If he doesn't, then no one ever will. It was pointless, whatever he does is no use.

Yoongi saw him lowering his head and his bangs covering over his eyes. The older was getting worried by his sudden movement. Was Jimin under some weird sickness? Or was he doing drugs under his friends' back? No, it's impossible. Jimin wouldn't do that, not his Jimin. Then he was pushed by small yet firm hands, "Go away."

"What...?" He stumbled and back off from the force, looking at the younger in confusion.

Jimin didn't reply any further. He covered himself with his thick blanket and continued to cry softly. Yoongi just watched with pitiful eyes before going back to his own bed. Still hearing the quiet hiccups of the younger.

➰➰➰

"How's Jimin doing?" Namjoon asked, another breakfast gathering early in the morning. But this time, however, the said male wasn't around.

"I don't know what's gotten into him... Last night he had another nightmare, saying something about a girl."

He stopped what he was doing and dropped his fork in shock. Everybody looked at him but he laughed a bit, trying to shake their suspicion off and snatched the fork on the floor, quietly apologizing. A little girl? Does it have to do anything with that story? A story he once heard? But it couldn't be, it was just an urban legend. But the little girl... it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. But if it is, he needs to figure out how to stop it before things gets worse. The others doesn't need to know or be a part of this, it will only bring more harm to them.

"Maybe he's just depressed or something." Taehyung suggestively said breaking the silence, turning to Yoongi but the latter shook his head.

"When Jimin has anxiety attacks, he would normally talk to me about it until he falls asleep but last night, he pushed me off of bed." He looked down.

"He pushed you? Jimin's not one to hurt anybody." Jungkook muttered lowly.

"Exactly." Yoongi furrowed his brows. "It's weird. He never did that to me once."

"Whatever it is, he'll get through it. Let's just give him time to himself. At the mean time, let's eat and deliver some to Jimin after." The others agreed to what Jin said and they ate their breakfast.

A few hours later, Jin had left to do his part-time job at a nearby store, Namjoon went out for his tutoring class earlier and Yoongi also stepped out to look for a job himself. The four youngsters were left alone in the house with Yoongi instructing them to take care of Jimin while he was gone.

It has been three hours and the three lads were still playing video games at their living room, asses stuck to the sofa. Until Hoseok's stomach growled demanding for food, "Okay! I'm gonna go get something to eat. Want some?"

"Sandwiches!" Taehyung shouted, not taking his eyes off from the monitor.

"Don't forget to bring some to Jimin hyung!" The youngest added.

"Yeah, sure."

After preparing simple sandwiches for his stomach and the two goons, he stacked some in a plate for Jimin and delivered it up to his room. As he was about to knock on the door, he heard soft mutters inside like he was talking to someone. But who could it be? There's was no one else inside the dorm... Maybe in his phone?

He found it odd, Jimin never talks to anyone in phone. He was always the type to meet in person and talk about random things. He was such a bubbly kid but the past few days he's been kinda... off lately. He shook his thoughts away and crashed his fist on the wooden door, creating a loud knock. The murmurs inside stopped.

"Jimin?"

There was no reply.

"Jimin," He repeated. He reached down to the knob and tried twisting which successfully worked to his surprise. He slowly opened the door and stepped inside the room.

His eye brows creased when he saw Jimin sitting on his bed wearing a large hoodie, it was as if there was nothing wrong with him the past few days. And no, he wasn't on the phone nor someone was inside with him. He was just there, sitting on the bed, looking suspiciously normal.

He walked towards the bed and placed the plate on the side table, looking at the younger in worry. "I made sandwiches, eat them. We're all worried for you, Jimin. Are you really okay?"

"Yes hyung, thank you." The male replied and also showing a wide smile. Wait, something was definitely wrong. But he doesn't know what.

"I heard you talking to someone earlier, who was that?" He curiously asked.

"I wasn't talking to anyone." Jimin said. "Thank you hyung, you can leave now."

"Alright, but if you need something, we're out in the living room okay?"

"Okay."

Something was definitely not right. But what?

A/n:

Lmao my spooky narrations are lame 😂 I don't know if anyone is scared but idgaf! I really wanted to make some horror shit books hahaha Stay tuned sinners~~