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01. The Mansion ( Yandere Jimin )

The distinct smell the leaves carried during autumn was on your favorite scents of all time. Your husband knew that, he knew how much you loved this time of year and how you obnoxiously always celebrated it. Decorating the house with all things that resembled the nostalgic orange toned weather. After all, this was the exact time of year you had met each other, the exact time you fell in love.

And it was exactly why you were now seated beside him in your small Corolla, on the way to a beautiful cabin site he had booked to stay the weekend at. Not only that but he had also stopped by to get your favorite flowers before setting off on your journey. The yellow and orange tulips sat on your lap, staring back at you in almost mocking manner. It was all meant to make you feel like you were falling in love again, such small details that should have brought a sense of warmth over you. A reminder that the love you two shared had never died out.

If only that was enough to save a marriage, you thought bitterly. Because the thing was, you hadn’t felt a thing when your husband gave you those flowers. Despite the lovely familiar smile plastered over his face as he handed over to you, you felt nothing but numbness. And that worried you deeply, his smiles were one of your favorite things about him.

Or used to be.

“Honey, I’m telling you, this is a great deal.” You tuned back into the conversation just in time, he glanced over at you expectedly but you only gave him a stiff nod in response.

“Best opportunity I’ve had in a long time, the place is amazing. We won’t be long at all, alright?” He reassured but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. You were already fed up that it had taken him so long to take you and your daughter out on a long overdue family vacation, him taking this opportunity to make it about his job once again just soured your mood even more.

“As long as you make it quick.” You replied back with a forced smile. You truly did try to be the supportive wife, you had been that wife for over 5 years now and you realized you were quickly growing tired of it. You were sure this was the longest you had been in your husband’s presence for months now. The sad part of it was that it was only three hours into your trip and he hadn’t even told you he was going to be stopping by the said place until a couple minutes ago.

You turned your head, taking a swift glance at your 6 year-old who was sound asleep in the back seat. Your daughter was practically drooling in her deep slumber and you smiled at the image, it wouldn’t be long before she woke up and this peaceful setting would come to an end.

When you turned your head back you found yourself surprised by the route you had taken, the new road was empty and secluded. You seemed to be the only ones on it and the endless forest area greeted you ahead.

“Is this the right way?” You asked your husband and he sighed, giving you nervous grin.

“It’s an old place, I told you.” He actually hadn’t told you that but you let it go, figuring this would only be a fast stop and you would be back on your way in no time. If only you had known that marrying a salesperson would give you this much headaches, you would of given it a second thought.

Surely enough, after a few more minutes of driving through seemingly the middle of nowhere, you caught the sight of a building ahead. Your eyes involuntary widened as you drove closer , your husband hadn’t mentioned it was a mansion. A victorian one at that.

The place looked ancient, straight out of a gothic horror film. It was astoundingly beautiful. To your surprise , the giant metal gate surrounding it was wide open and you raised an eyebrow, they were surely expecting you. Your eyes trailed over the architecture as you drove in, it was enchanting to say the least but you could tell how old it was. The front yard wasn’t in the best shape, broken branches decorated the the entire ground and the grass was overgrown, weeds sticking out from everywhere.

“Are you sure the owner is home?” You wondered as the car came to a full stop. Your husband gave you a knowing look, the look he’d give you when you’d asked a dumb or obvious question.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look!” You heard from beside you and turned to face your young daughter that was pointing out the window to a crow that stood on top of the railings that surrounded the old mansion.

“Seems like you’re awake.” You mumbled as you stepped out of the vehicle. You watched your step as you walked over the many leaves and weeds under your feet, a part of you was afraid you’d might step straight on top of a spider.

“Nari, be careful .” You called out to your daughter as you made your way to her side , she was already jumping out of her seat and running straight past you up the steps that led to the two large wooden doors. You sighed as you hurried after her but not before something caught your eye. Surely you were seeing things. But your curiously got the best of you and you rounded the corner, your eyebrows furrowing as you took a look at the sight ahead of you.

“Sungho” You called out to your husband and saw him approach you from the corner of your eye, he stared at you before following your eyeline.

“Woah,” Your husband exclaimed in almost fascinated manner as he fixed his glasses further up his nose. “Well, isn’t that interesting.”

“ Pretty creepy.” You replied back as you stared dumbfounded at the graveyard. You figured it wasn’t exactly uncommon for places this old to have private cemeteries in their backyard but it didn’t make it any less unsettling. The longer you stared at it the more you were starting to get chills down your spine. Your husband nudged you and starting walking back to your daughter.

“Honey, come on.” You heard him call out and you forced your gaze back to them. You smiled down at your daughter who stared up curiously at the towering doors. 

You watched as your husband lifted up the metal handle attached to them, it let out a loud screeching noise but before he could even let it fall down, the door abruptly opened. The action took you by surprise and you jolted back, gripping your daughter’s small shoulders as you tucked her protectively beside you.

Standing behind the door was a tall man, he looked rather young, close to you and your husband’s age, maybe even a bit older. He was dressed in butler suit, the black and white suit suited his lean figure but you almost found it humorous how his attire fit the era of the mansion. You didn’t realize people still wore stuff like that.

Pretentious rich people, you thought.

“O-oh, hello!” Your husband stumbled over his words, seemingly just as taken aback by the man’s sudden presence as you. “I’m Sungho, from the real estate agency and this is my wi-“

“Y/n.” The man cut your husband off and you gave your husband a questioning stare.

How did he know your name?

“Your husband mentioned you over the phone. I’m glad you could ….all make it.” The man explained slowly, giving you an almost forced smile, one that showcased a dimple on his cheek. He glanced down at your daughter for a split second before his gaze trailed over to your husband.

“Uh yes, thank you for having us..” Your husband trailed off, a question on the tip of his tongue.

“Namjoon.” He replied curtly, his expression back to lacking any sort of emotion.

 “Master Jimin is waiting for you all at the dinner table.” He moved aside, opening the door wider, signaling for you all to step inside.

“Dinner?” You asked, sending a glare over to your husband who seemed to be avoiding your gaze. You felt a bubble of annoyance rise inside of you. 

Of course he hadn’t mentioned he’d agreed to stay for dinner.

“Yes,” The man, Namjoon, looked between you and your husband. “Is that alright?”

“Of course.” Your husband was quick to answer finally looking back at you, he cringed as he met your more than unhappy expression.

“We can’t be rude.” He whispered so only you could hear and you flashed him a fake smile, nudging your daughter forward as you stepped into the darkness of the manor.

The click of your heels echoed throughout the hollow space, despite the tall glass windows, no sunlight managed to get in. As you inspected them more, it seemed the reason for that was that they were tinted. The manor was what you had expected it to look like, if not even more luxurious. Various photographs hung against the walls, you wondered if they were the pictures of the family members. You didn’t know a thing about the mansion and now you were regretting not asking your husband on more of a backstory.

Your eyes landed on the many antiques that decorated the gloomy home, they definitely looked like they would be worth a lot. The large staircase that led to the upstairs rooms was captivating, it felt like you had teleported to a completely different time. You suddenly felt like you were the out of place with your modern clothes, it contrasted the classical beauty of it all.

“Mommy, there’s spiders here.” You heard your daughter exclaim in a panicked whisper beside you as she clutched her stuffed animal that she carried around everywhere with her, the bunny was missing a button eye and was so worn out that the white fur was now an ugly beige color. Still, your daughter seemed to not be able to let it go.

“It’s okay, just stay close,” You comforted her as the man, Namjoon, continued to guide you all through the large mansion. You walked through the long hallway and were finally met with what you assumed was the dining hall.

Your eyebrows nearly hit your hairline as you took in the scene in front of you. A long wooden table reaching from one end of the room to the other filled with food of every kind. A roasted turkey sat in the middle as the main dish, the delicious smell hit your nostrils and that’s when you also noticed the different kinds of fruits and deserts spread around the entire table. It was all accompanied by gorgeous silverware. Exactly twelve dimly lit candles sat across the table, adding to the overall flair. 

“Welcome.” 

You turned your head at the voice. It had come from a man emerging from the corner of the room.

His face was angelic, he possessed soft features yet eyes that held a intense sharpness to them. It was a bit contradicting but it’s what you would call a ‘cold’ type of beauty. He had a face that looked like it belonged on one of the many portraits that surrounded these walls. His full lips resembled those of a doll, and his hair was a striking platinum silver. You figured it must have been dyed, the man couldn’t have been much older than you, his youthfulness was obvious.

You knew that this had to be the owner, the infamous Master Jimin. Despite his average height and lean build, his presence was commanding of everyone’s attention. Not only because he wore such unique clothing. A black ruffled shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck with an equally dark parade jacket over it. It had silver detailing and you couldn’t lie, the man looked incredibly ethereal in it. The aura of a prince surrounded him and you started to wonder if he was in fact royalty.

He immediately noticed your staring, a slight smirk taking over his lips as it was his turn to take you in. His gaze was locked on your face, seemingly taking in every little insignificant detail about you. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things but you swore you his eyes had widened just for a split second in the midst of studying you.

“You must be Mr. Park!” Your husband’s voice broke you out of your daze and you watched as he held a hand out to the man.

“Yes,” He drawled, eyes still not breaking from yours as he shook your husband’s hand.

“I’m glad you could all make it.”

“This place of yours is truly amazing, really has the period piece feel, right?” Your husband chuckled as he patted Mr. Park’s shoulder and you watched his gaze finally leave yours to take a look at your husband. His face slightly stiffened at your husband’s action and you inwardly cringed, already dreading how awkward this was going to be.

“And you must be Y/n?” Mr. Park questioned, and held out his hand to you as he stepped closer. You smiled and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you.” When he took your hand in his, you expected a simple handshake but instead, he brought your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on it.

“The pleasure is all mine, my darling.”

His gaze locked with yours once again and you felt an unexplainable feeling settle in your stomach.

You were a bit taken aback by his action and you unconsciously took a glance at your husband but of course he was too busy gawking at the dinner table and inspecting the fine silverware to even notice Mr. Park’s more than friendly greeting.

“And this must be your daughter,” You turned back and saw him bend down on one knee to meet your daughter at an eye-level. He gave her a friendly smile, holding out his hand for her to shake. Your daughter took it shyly.

“My name’s Nari.” Your daughter giggled.

“What a pretty name,” He mused and then he reached out to tap the stuffed animal in her arms.

“Is this your friend?” Your daughter nodded eagerly at his question, suddenly shoving the bunny towards him.

“His name is Benny, mommy says I’ve had him ever since I was born. He’s my best friend but he’s a kinda tired from the drive.” Your daughter rambled and Mr. Park grinned amusingly at her words. A look of pure adoration in his eyes.

“Well, are Benny and you hungry by any chance?”

“Uh-huh.” Your daughter gave him an exaggerated nod causing her to gve him a toothless smile and her eyes widened. “Benny’s favorite food is chocolate cake.”

He chuckled, raising a playful eyebrow at her, “Well lucky for you, the chef here makes some of the best chocolate cake I’ve ever had. I’m sure you and Benny will love it.”

Your daughter practically beamed at that and almost tripped over her own feet as she ran over towards the dinner table, you instantly felt a bit burdened by the his kind offer. You weren’t even planning on staying for dinner but seeing the feast before you, you couldn’t imagine refusing such an offer.

“Please,” Mr. Park now stood full height before you, signaling for you to take a seat one of the gorgeous wooden chairs. You hesitated for a bit before murmuring a soft “thank you” and making your way over to the seat.

You hadn’t even noticed the two young servants beside you filling up your cup with wine and hurriedly making their way over to the other side of the table to fill your husband’s as well. You took a look at the young men, they looked about the same age but one of them had more boyish features, his doe eyes nervously scattering his surroundings ever other second while the other one had much more composed stance. He seemed too preoccupied in whatever he was serving your husband to even notice his surroundings much. The sound of the metal platters and serving carts rolling filled the room. It truly felt like you had teleported back in time.

You stared down at the plate before you, hot turkey slices and cut up seasoned potatoes with some type of red sauce on top. It looked mouthwatering, if you weren’t hungry before you surely were now.

“What do you think of the mansion, Miss Y/n?” The question from the polite owner of the home was clearly directed at you despite your husband being the real estate agent here but nonetheless you answered honestly.

“It’s beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. It seems like there’s so much history to it. ” You exclaimed, giving him a warm smile. He returned it, eyeing you intently. “ I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.”

“I’m glad you like it, it was made with a lot of care.” He responded as he took a slow sip of his wine, the red liquid swirled around his clear glass as he set it down. His tone held a certain emotion that you couldn’t quite place.

“I will say, it has sort of a spooky feel to it.” Your husband commented with a mouth full of food in his mouth. Mr. Park’s eyes slowly traveled over to him, as if once again barely noticing he was there. His lips twitched upward, teasing a smirk.

“Tell me, Mr. Sungho, do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts?” Your husband sputtered out, swallowing the last bit of his food. He sounded like he was was about to let out a laugh but then caught a look at Mr. Park’s serious expression.

“I mean, sure. I suppose we never know, do we?” Your husband gave him that friendly business smile he was trained so well at.

“I wouldn’t recommend putting that on the listing though. Might turn a lot of people away.” Your husband joked.

“Ghosts are scary.” Your daughter frowned as she shoved a spoonful of cake in her mouth.

“Indeed,” Mr. Park replied, the intense glint in his eyes still present. He fell silent for a couple of seconds before continuing. “This house is my inheritance, but lately it’s gotten rather lonely here.”

You could definitely imagine that. The mansion seemed far too big for just one man and as far as you could tell, he didn’t seem to have other family members here. His words only seemed to confirm your thoughts. You couldn’t see yourself living alone in such a large place, with the only company seeming to be the employees. You instantly felt rather bad for him, spending everyday in this dark home must have taken a toll on him. Sure, the entire place was gorgeous but something about such an ancient place with so many memories in it was bound to bring a sort of sorrow with it. Even more so if it carried the rememberance of his whole family heritage. 

“Is that why you want to sell it?” You asked, your fork poked at the food on your plate.

“Among other things..” Mr. Park gave you a close lipped smile and you nodded, not wanting to pry further when you noticed his guarded stance. 

“I would suggest talking about this gorgeous dining hall instead, maybe even the great hall or the bedrooms.” Your husband slipped in, pointing towards the ceiling. “The bathrooms must be nice too.”

The brooding owner didn’t respond to that, instead he kept looking at you. You could feel his burning stare even when you focused your attention on your plate, trying your best not to meet his eyes again. Something about him was overwhelming to you but you brushed it off at it just being the heavy atomosphere of the home. 

“There seems to be a storm.” You had almost forgotten about Namjoon. The butler stood as quiet and unmoving as a statue in the corner of the room by the tall windows. He stared off outside, watching as the heavy raindrops hit the glass. The strong thunder that followed boomed throughout the space and your daughter let out a high pitched yelp in fear.

“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s just thunder.” You assured her as you urged her to continue to eat her food.

“It wasn’t even that cloudy when we were driving, seems like it came out of nowhere.” Your husband said as he took a glance out the window.

“It’s flooded, I’m afraid it’s too dangerous to drive back on the roads.” Namjoon stated simply and you whipped your head around.

“Oh, I’m sorry but we actually have plans to be somewhere.” You said with an apologetic tone, looking back towards your husband.

“Yes, reservations at this nice cabin. I apologize but we must be get going soon.” Your husband explained and you saw Namjoon’s face remain stoic.

“Please, Miss Y/n.” Mr. Park insisted , that charming tone of voice coated his words yet again and a persausive look was clear on his handsome face.  

“It’s dangerous to drive during this type of storm, you wouldn’t want to put yourself and your child at risk, would you?”

His words instantly made you glance down at your daughter happily enjoying her meal, placing her stuffed bunny in her lap and pretending to feed it bits of chocolate cake. It made you feel slightly guilty that he had to point out how irresponsible it would be to drive in such bad weather with Nari.

Your long pause was all that he needed as confirmation.

“Great, I’ll get your bedchambers ready then.” He finalized before glancing over at your daughter.

“As for you Nari, I have a bedroom that I’m sure you will love. It’s filled with toys and many other stuffed animals like your friend Benny. “ He said, nodding towards the bunny on her lap. “It used to belong to my great grandfather’s nephew.”

“Toys? Really?” Nari grinned form ear to ear as she skipped out of her seat. You watched the butler carefully take her hand, already starting to guide her out of the room and up the staircase.

“Nari, wai-“

“Don’t worry, Miss Y/n.” Mr. Park reassured you, keeping that same steady eye contact with you that sent a tingle up your spine.

“The room is connected to the one you’ll be staing at, she will be right next door.”

Well, that certainly made you feel a bit better. Still, you took a nervous glance at your daughter as she disappeared upstairs. You didn’t want her to get into any mischief in this unfamiliar house.

“Honey, relax. She’ll be fine.” Your husband waved off, coming to stand behind you and patting your shoulders. “ Sorry, my wife here is a bit of a worrier.”

Mr. Park’s warm smile slowly slipped off his face as he eyed your husband’s hands. But he recovered quickly, his expression turning neutral in a matter of seconds.

“As any mother would be.” He sighed as he lifted himself off his seat, and swiftly turned to exit the room.

“I’ll have Namjoon show you to your bedroom, please wait here.”

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Jimin knew it shouldn’t have been possible yet why had he just stared at the face of his dead lover? It wasn’t just a mere resemblance. No. You were an exact replica of her. Your eyes, nose and lips and even the way you carried yourself with such certainty and confidence. It was all the same. It was all beautifully the same. He had not been able to look away, following your every movement completely mesmerized. For the first time in decades he felt those once buried emotions starting to resurface, the sense of longing taking over his entire being.

What were the chances of her being reincarnated into a new body? That her soul was now found in you. It was unlikely, so terrible unlikely but there you stood. It was as if life had given him another chance. As for why life would ever be kind to such a devlilish creature like himself? He didn’t know but he wasn’t going to take it for granted. Not this time.

He watched you from the top of the staircase, you were frowning as you held your phone to your ear. A distressed look plastered over your face.

Even your expressions were the same, his thoughts whispered.

Your embrassing excuse of a husbad hovered over you, practically twiddling his thumbs as he waited for you to get off the phone. 

It didn’t take a genius to realize how you were far from the ideal married couple. Jimin had noticed right away that your husband had practically ignored you the entire dinner, he didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in anything but the house deal he thought he was about to walk out of here with. 

Jimin almost found it amusing. The man had not even sat next to his own wife, and you had practically flinched when he had set his hands on your shoulders. It was clear that you were not used to your husband showing you much affection, let alone a caressing touch.

The poor excuse of a man also seemed to be neglecting his own child, not uttering a single word to her the entire time.

My darling, how could you have such horrid taste in men?

Jimin couldn’t  bare the thought of you being with somebody else, let alone with this tool.

But the worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem remember him at all. He tried to catch something, anything, that would give him the impression that you had recalled a memory of him or of this house. He was met with disappointment. Sure, his presence did seem to leave an effect on you, he had saw the way your eyes took him in but the look behind them had not been recognition.

His hand gripped the wooden railing so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Why dont you remember me?

He wanted to be angry, he wanted to be furious with you and deep down, a part of him still was. As much as he tried to bury the feeling , he couldn’t keep the violent waves of his emotions at bay. Decades and decades of waiting for you and he finally had you but you hadn’t remembered him at all? Life had in fact been remorseless towards him, so barbaric. His heart had been bleeding for you all these years and yet now that he had you back, in flesh and blood,  it was as if a complete stranger was staring back at him.

This house had become his prison, you had trapped him here alone after your selfish actions. He saw the image of your lifeless body hanging from the top of the gypsum plaster ceiling everytime he walked down this staircase, it had taken him a good hundred years for him to finally run out of tears to shed. He had torn apart the entire home countless of times, just for it to be back in precise shape the next day.

He had even tried burning it, with him inside of it. The flames went out before they had even managed to make any damage.

His skin felt nothing but numbness at the blades cutting it open, he would watch himself bleed out for ages yet he felt as alive as ever.

The ropes never took away his oxegyn, no matter how much he tightened them against his slender neck. 

No matter how much he longed for his death, his attempts fell short. 

His dreadful pain had no escape, this had been his punishment.

But Jimin was relentless and if there was anything he had, it was time. He had all the time in the world, immortality was cruel in many ways but not if he had you by his side. 

He knew you were still in there, his Y/n was still here. He could feel you, your vigorious soul was here with him in this moment. You just didn’t know it yet.

“Sir,” Jimin didn’t bother looking back towards the voice, he heard Namjoon’s slow feetsteps behind him. “I showed the child to the room, she’s been preoccupied with the toys.” 

Jimin nodded, releasing his hands off the railing. He took a glance down the hallway Namjoon had emerged from, the door to his childhood bedroom was slgihtly creaked open and he could hear the little girl chattering amongst herself. The child resembled you so much, and he was selfishly grateful that she hadn’t seem to take on any of your husband’s genetics.

“Good,” He replied, taking his hands to adgust the collar of his shirt as he cleared his throat. “ You may show Mr. Sungho and his …wife to their bedchambers now.”

Namjoon gave him a curt nod but his eyes lingered on Jimin’s face, studying him. It was quite easy to read his Master, you could say the amount of time they spent together was enough to know a person in every possible way imaginable. After all, Namjoon has been present through everything, he had been the one dragging Jimin to his bedroom after all his disastorious failed attempts towards his life. He remembered the times he had turned against him, threatening him with his own bare hands. Unfortunately for Jimin, Namjoon too was part of this home and the curse that was placed on it. He was his shadow, another soul doomed with the same fate as him. 

But yet, Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to harbor any resentment towards him. On the contrary, he had grown to sympathize with the young Master Jimin. He saw the lost boy he had practically grew up with before all of the tragedy had come into their lives. He knew that was still a part of Jimin, behind the composed and guarded exterior was an unstable, lonley man that just craved to be reunited with his loved one once again.

“It’s her, sir.” Namjoon spoke in a deep whisper. “It has to be.”

Jimin slowly looked up at him, eyes darting around the room as he seemed to be in deep thought.

“She doesn’t remember.” Jimin responded in an exasperated tone, and Namjoon saw the way his fists clenched as the words left his mouth. 

The young Master Jimin had always had quite the temper. But he had become incredibly good at keeping it at bay.

You could say he had a lot of spare time to practice that skill.

“She will.” The butler assured, not an ounce of doubt in his words and Jimin wanted to believe him so much, he needed to know his words held truth in them. 

In a way, Namjoon was foolishly optimistic. His undeniable loyalty to the younger man clouded his judgement of character.

Because while Jimin still carried that hopeless boy inside of him, there was something much darker lurking underneath.This mansion had breeded something much more sinister than the butler had realized.

Jimin’s vengeance boiled inside him like a ticking bomb, it was as strong as his burning passion that had lived on even after her death. It was a reminder of how his love was so eternal that not even death could manage to diminish it.

And now, you were proof of that.

You were meant to be bound to him, to live on beside him and there was no escaping fate this time.

He would make sure of it.

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The room was generously spacious, and just as polished as the rest of the mansion. It was safe to say it was the most high-class guest room you had ever had the pleasure of staying in. You were a bit reluctant in even entering the private restroom, afraid you might accidentally break something that was worth more than your entire life.

Nonetheless, you changed out of your formal attire and slipped into a nightgown. You stared at your reflection in the gilt-wood oval mirror , the French design making you feel more appealing than you probably actually looked. The low-cut on your gown was far from modest and even less so due to the way it hugged your body.

You didn’t even know why you bothered to pack it, perhaps you were being hopeful. It had been months since the last time you and your husband had been intimate. You had thought that maybe your trip the cabins would be a chance to save the dry spell of your marriage, that it would be enough to evoke that same desire you two had shared when you had first gotten married.

Your husband’s always busy, always tired. Never in the mood, too much work.

Insecure thoughts had started to surface, that maybe he wasn’t attracted to you anymore but you quickly shut them out.

You knew you were attractive. You knew you looked good and that you were desirable. The issue here wasn’t you at all, if anything your husband was the one who was blessed enough to have a woman like you.

You were young, smart and beautiful . You had even given him a child for crying out loud.

You had not failed as a wife, he had failed as a husband.

It almost made you laugh because after the events of tonight, the last thing you felt towards your husband was desire. Your family vacation had been ruined and the reason behind it?

His job of course.

Always his damn job.

You sighed as you gathered your toiletries and exited the bathroom, slamming the door behind you in frustration. Your husband sat on the edge of the bed as he cursed into his phone, the lightning beamed inside the room ever so often and you started to wonder how long this unfortunate weather would last.

“There’s no signal.” Your husband exclaimed as he rubbed his temples in distress.

Well of course there isn’t, you drove us out into the middle of practically nowhere, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sure the people at the cabin resort will understand, I’ll try calling them first thing in the morning.” He said dismissively as he set his phone down on the nightstand.

You made your way over to the side of the bad and shoved your toiletry bag inside the suitcase.

“It doesn’t really matter anymore.” You muttered, knowing how passive aggressive your comment was but you didn’t really care. In fact, at this point, you welcomed conflict.

You heard your husband sigh.

“Y/n, this isn’t my fault. What do you expect me to do? Control the weather?” The annoyance in his tone only boiled your blood even more. Was he the one catching an attitude when it was entirely his fault?

“No, this is your fault. “ You corrected him, throwing your suitcase off the bed and it hit the floor roughly. “ You are the reason we are here in the first place, it was your idea.”

Your husband lifted himself off the bed and crossed his arms as he turned to face you, an ugly frown resting on his face.

“It’s pouring outside, Y/n! You want us to drive through those flooded roads? Fine by me, you were the one that accepted the offer to stay here.” He snapped and then shook his head as he turned away from you, you glared daggers at his back.

“Everything I do is to better our family, this is a great opportunity and-“

“Oh shut up, Sungho.” You rolled your eyes, this was your last straw. He just had to bring up the job again, you were so sick of it. Your husband wasn’t a good actor by any means, you could see right through his true intentions and they were far from what he claimed they were.

“All you care about is your job, this is the first time you have made time for your wife and daughter in months.” You felt that same bitterness from earlier return but this time it was stronger, and it taunted you  to continue.

“What you care about is bettering your job and position!You even had to make this so called family outing about your fucking job too!”

You knew your words had hit a nerve because your husband whipped his head back at you, him, the prominent vein on his forehead bulging out and you saw the scowl form in his lips.

“You don’t seem to mind how hard I work when I bring you home all those Chanel bags and expensive gifts, do you?” He snapped, eyes glaring harshly at you behind his lenses as he pointed an accusing finger towards you.

You felt shame wash over at his words, the last thing you needed was a man to belittle you. You knew you didn’t deserve those words, your husband knew very well what he had implied with his statement.

You had a job, a wedding designer to be exact and the irony of that in this moment was hilarious. But of course, your husband didn’t seem to value your choice of career as much as his. He didn’t see you as an equal, what he said just now was solid proof of that.

“Does what I do not count at all? Do you think I need you?” You hissed, your voice getting louder and louder by the second and in that moment you were glad this mansion was so enormous as you were positive it was  impossible for anyone within a significant distance to hear you two.

“I never took you for a sexist asshole.” You scoffed, walking closer to him and you could already see the clear regret wash over your husband’s features but it was far too late.

The damage was already done.

“Maybe I was wrong about you all along,” You concluded with nothing but resentment. “ Did all you want was a little well behaved wife to play house by your side while you neglected your family and did whatever you wanted?”

If that was indeed the case, he was severely mistaken if he thought that you would be willing to stick around for it.

“That’s not what I mean-” You didn’t let him finish, the wedding ring was already off your finger and you swung your arm, throwing it right into his chest. You watched as it rolled onto the wooden floors with a loud ‘clank’. 

“Honey, don’t do this! Come on, calm down.” You ignored his poor attempted pleas, not even looking back as you slipped through the first door you found and sprinted down the long dark empty hallway. The sound of the door shutting echoed behind you and you were relieved to hear no footsteps following behind you.

At least he had the decency to know to leave you alone before he truly ruined everything you two had built together.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to control the overwhelming emotions that had taken over you. You were angry, so angry. How dare he say those things to you? You couldn’t help but think that wasn’t the same man you had fallen in love with back in high school, it wasn’t the same sweet boy who had asked you out on a date to the harvest festival that chilly October night. The nervous boy with glasses too big to fit his face.

No, this was the neglectful and greedy husband who was too disconnected from his family to even notice anything around him.

Too busy trying to make the next best deal and ignore his daughter when she asks him to read a story before bed.

Too busy to have a simple conversation with his wife at dinner because he just needs to answer this last call from work.

“Trouble in paradise?”

You nearly screeched at the sudden voice beside you, your body jumping back before a strong grip on your forearm balanced you.

“Mr. Park…” You whispered, clutching the side of your chest. His ethereal face came into view and you saw the dim light from the chandelier above you gloss over his features in the most enticing way.

“I’m so sorry, did you hear all of that?” Embarrassment washed over you at the thought, these walls didn’t look thin at all but maybe you had underestimated how loud you had been.

He gave a glance to the door you had just stormed out of before giving you a reassuring smile

“Don’t worry, I only happened to catch some of it because I was walking by.” His words were meant to calm you and put you at ease but you were absolutely mortified he had caught an earful of your argument with your idiot of a husband.

“I apologize, “ You say with a sigh. You could feel a headache coming on. “ I didn’t mean to yell, it’s just…”

You didn’t even know what to say, you were still so fed up with the situation and didn’t want to make the owner uncomfortable with your marital troubles in his own house. 

“It’s okay, it’s normal for couples to argue.” Mr. Park said as his hands slowly left your forearm, his fingers had been cold but yet something about his touch had made you feel a hot burning sensation inside you.

“You seem really upset,” He noted as he studied you further. “ I assume it was quite the argument.”

You weren’t the type to speak about your private matters to just anyone, let alone a stranger but you didn’t know what came over you in that moment. Arguably, you should have taken a breather to collect yourself because what came next was just word vomit.

“It’s just, I can’t stand him anymore.” You began, waving your arms in irritation. “ He only cares about himself and his job!”

You shook your head, trying to keep yourself from tearing up.

“I don’t know what’s happened to us, we used to be so happy and close. Now, it’s like I sleep next to a ghost of what used to be my husband. He’s like a robot who only thinks about working.” You rambled on and he nodded, listening intently as if coaxing you to continue with your ranting.

“And it’s not like being ambitious is a bad thing, you know? I mean, it’s great to like your job and want to succeed but it’s just excessive at this point.” You said defensively as you ran out of breath.

It took you a couple of seconds to realize how greatly you had messed up. Mr. Park probably thought you were an insane lady. You brought your hands over to rub your face.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. You don’t care, I know.” You sighed as you closed your eyes, hands still over your face. “ Please don’t let this effect the business you have with my husband, I swear he’s professional-”

“Miss Y/n.” He cut you off, gently prying your hands away from your face as you looked up at him. No judgement was traced in his tone and he gave you an understanding look.

“I’ve been married, I know how you’re feeling right now,” Master Jimin gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He almost seemed sad and that’s when you realized he said been.

“It’s exhausting to feel like your partner doesn’t appreciate anything you do, doesn’t value who you are.” He says, his dark eyes were unmoving , looking right through you.

“They neglect you, thinking they don’t have to put any effort in anymore after the years because they already have you.” He scoffs towards the end of the sentence, hands still gently gripping your own. “ It’s pathetic that they are so sure you won’t leave them after being so wrongfully treated.”

His eyes travel slowly down your face and your neck, finally reaching the exposed cut of your gown that reveals the dip of your cleavage. You watch as his pupils dilate at the sight before he brings his longing gaze back to your face.

“Perhaps they are right in thinking that because yet you still harbor hope that they will reciprocate your feelings, that they will return to being who they were when you first met them.”

His fingers curl around your hands as he tilts his head.

“But they never do.” He states. “You try, you fail. You try, you fail.”

His hands then dropped yours in one quick motion.

“It’s a broken record, isn’t it?” He suddenly smiles, taking a single step back and you stand there frozen.

His words rang through your head and your chest begin to feel tight as the strangest feeling came over you.

“Yes,” You swallowed, feeling your mouth dry.

What he said had indeed resonated with you, the truth behind his words was brutal. But you knew that was exactly what you needed to hear, you needed a confirmation, a push, to finally accept your situation. It wasn’t only that though, something about what he said had stuck to you in another way.

In a way you couldn’t begin to explain.

“Thank you, Mr. Park. I , uh, should head back to bed now.” You said, still in a daze. As much as you hated the thought of having to go back inside that room with your husband you figured it was for the best. 

When you took a step forward, you felt a grip on your arm, halting your movements.

“Why don’t you take a walk with me?” Mr. Park asks, glancing towards the other side of the hallway.

“To cool off ? I have some tea in the kitchens.” You considered his offer, it didn’t seem exactly appropriate but you really didn’t feel like returning to your room just yet. You knew it would just end in more fighting.

“I don’t know if I should.” You bit your lip, taking a doubtful look towards the bedroom door.

“Please, I insist.” He urges with one of those charming smiles that was hard for anyone to refuse. “I’m sure neither of you are in the best state to talk right now.”

You knew he was right.

You nod and he offers you the side of arm. His old fashion tendencies were endearing , you only assumed they were due to wanting to keep the classical feel of the mansion alive and his family traditions ongoing. You give him a hesitant smile and wrap your hand around his clothed arm as he leads you silently down the long hallways.

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 The butler observed the man walking back and forth down the hall. Admittedly, it was the least pleasant task he would be particpating in but Namjoon knew his place and he knew very well what his duty was. Namjoon adjusted the candle in his hands that managed to grant a small bit of light through the otherwise pitch dark hallway. His gloved hand took out the old golden pocket watch that was burried in the side of his black coat. He gave it a hard look, watching as the hand of the clock ticked.

11:13

He shut it, placing it back inside his pocket and walked forwards. 

“Is everything alright, sir?” The man looked up sudenly, seeming visibly startled by the butler’s ubrupt appearance but he gave him a nervous smile nonetheless. Your husband had many flaws but perhaps his more noticable one was his people pleasing ways along with his remarkble gullibleness. Perhaps it was the business man in him, always needing to accomadte and compromise to save face.

“Oh yes, don’t worry! Just marriage things, haha.” Mr. Sungho waved off  carelessly as he put poth his hands in his pockets. “Uh, I’m sorry but do you happen to know where my wife is?”

Namjoon lifted the candle up slightly higher,  lifting up an eyebrow at the pitiful man. 

“Miss Y/n?” The butler replied, mouth in a straight line. “ No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen her.”

“Ah,” Mr. Sungho nodded with uncertainty and Namjoon could practically see the wheels turning in his little shallow head.

“I wouldn’t worry, she’s most likely taking a walk around the mansion.” The butler assured, his tone as cold as ever. Your husband didn’t seem completely satisfied by this answer, seeming unerved still as he scratched the back of his head anxiously. While Namjoon knew this would be rather easy, he wasn’t the one to ever do his jobs without precise arrangement. 

“Mr. Sungho,” Namjoon said, turning his head to the side. “Master Jimin has asked me to inform you that he would like to have a word with you.” 

Mr. Sungho paused his frantic movements and his eyes lightening up at the butler’s words.

“About the house,” The butler finished, stretching his arm out and motioning to the side of him. “Would you care to follow me to his office?” 

Your husband nodded eagerly with a more than pleased expression on his face as the butler watched him fix the red tie around his neck, adjusting it tighter. 

“Of course of course,” He chuckled with a grin. “Lead the way.”

The butler wordlessly lead him through the mansion, turning a few corners and walking down a wide vintage staircase. The wooden steps creaked underneath their weight and Mr. Sungho seemed entranced by all the design and century old oranments the house had to offer. As they decended down the steps, he took in the peeling wallpaper of the office and his eyes landed on the library on the second floor of the room. Countless of books filled the elegant shelves and the large desk at the center of the room was messily filled with many other books. Lamps and other antiques alike along with old writings. 

“Heh,” Mr. Sungho let out a silent laugh, hands coming to touch a particular skull designed statue that sat on the desk. “I can’t get over how amazing this house is, everything seems timeless.” 

Such a place would be so easy to sell, he thought. Just a few renovations and everything would look in much better condition and have a  more welcoming modern feel to it. 

“The Master likes to preserve his heritage,” The butler said as he crossed the room, hands coming to pop the lid off the crystal decanter that held the brown colored liquid. His gloved hand gripped it, steadily pouring it over a glass . 

“It seems like your boss really likes the classics,” Your husband noted as his eyes trailed over the many portraits that decorated the walls, one in particular catching his attention. 

“Oh, would you look at that? A picture of himself on the wall.” Mr. Sungho exclaimed in awe. “So classy, looks nice.” 

Does this imbecile ever shut his mouth? Namjoon thought.

“Yes, Master Jimin is a big fan of art, literature and beauty above all.” The butler said, and he was indeed right. Jimin loved all those things, but his passion for them had died the same day his great lover had. 

“Mm, I can tell.”

“A drink, sir?” Namjoon offered as he slowly walked back to him. “ For the wait.”

Mr. Sungho reached for the glass, happily accepting it as he gave him a thankful nod. 

“Whiskey,” Your husband observed as he took a long sip, Namjoon watched him closely, focusing too intently at the way he swallowed the liquid. He walked past him, setting the tray back down on the table. 

The raging sound of the storm could still be heard outside, the stritch of tree branches harshly scraping the windows and the rustling wind howled. 

“So, what’s all this stuff about ghosts with your boss?” The butler heard Mr. Sungho let out a laugh behind him and Namjoon turned his neck in a stiff slow manner. “ Does he actually think this place is haunted or something?” 

He truly was a fool.

Namjoon stared at him silently.

“Do you not believe in ghosts, sir?” 

“Come on now,” Your husband laughed as he shook his head, taking another sip of his drink. “Of course not, that’s all such crap.”

Namjoon stood there without saying a wood, he tilted his head slightly. 

“Is that so? Not even just a bit?” The butler asked almost tauntingly. 

Mr. Sungho felt the tempature of the room drop suddenly and he frowned a bit but ignored it, this home really needed to invest in some good heaters. 

“No, not even a little.” Your husband responded as he rolled his eyes but when he caught sight of the butler’s strong unmoving stare, felt himself grow a bit uncomfortable. He could feel a heaviness in his chest and he tried brushing it off but Namjoon’s stare was so unnatural in way and unblinking. 

“That’s a shame,” The butler stated in a monotone voice. “Your death would of been much more interesting if you thought otherwise.” 

Mr. Sungho was outwardly taken aback by his words, his face slowly dropping as he furrowed his eyebrows. Had the butler lost his mind? Your husband opened his mouth to respond to the crude comment but he suddenly felt it. The excruciating pain exploding inside of him, his mouth hung open in completele agony. He let out a groan as he clutched his stomach, stumbling foward.

Namjoon watched with a blank stare as Mr. Sungho collapsed in front of him, arms flayling around in complete distress as his eyes widened so much they looked like they would pop right out of their sockets. He let out a choked scream as he began to uncontrollably cough, hands coming to curl around his neck as the blood stained the carpert beneath him. 

“W-What’s happening!” He breathed in between coughs as he continued to spit out more blood, it just kept coming until he was vomiting the red liquid. It dribbled down his chin and let out another moan in agony. 

“M-Make it stop!” He choked out, cleching his teeth as his entire body shook uncontrollably. His fingers curled beneath him, scratching against the carpet as he tried to grasp on anything he could, he attempted to drag his body forward, bloodied fingers reaching for the legs of the butler.

Namjoon simply took a single step backwards, eyeing the man as if he was some sort of pest if anything. He sighed as his gloved hand came to pick up the spilled glass that had been dropped on the floor.

Mr. Sungho’s entired body continued thrash against the floor, his pained cries echoed the entire office and the butler saw the blood start to trail through the cracks of the wooden floor.

At last, the wails of pure misery stopped and your husband’s body fell limp. His empty stare holding not a single remain of life. 

This would be a pain to clean up.

“Consider this a rather kind death,” The butler whispered down to the lifeless body. “ The young Master had much more innovative ideas for your end.”

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Jungkook didn’t know didn’t know when he had agreed to be on babysitting duty but there he was, scurrying down the hallways in search for the child that should’ve been sleeping in the one of the bedchambers but when he was crossing one of the main hallways, he caught a glimpse of a small figure skipping a corner towards the rustic elevators.

The young servant wondered where a child what of first thought of going but much to his surprise, he really didn’t have much of an idea. There hadn’t been children in this mansion in what felt like an eternity, he was a bit out of touch in this regard.

Still, he concluded that this must of been one brave little girl to go off wondering by herself in this more than unwelcoming house, he was afraid she would not be pleased with what she was bound to come across. Dark souls roamed these halls, ready to feast on and latch onto any innocent bystander.

He would know, he was one of them.

But Jungkook had no intention in preying on the soul of the child. Even if he was tempted to to cling on the first living outsider that had entered this mansion in decades, he wouldn’t stoop so low. On the contrary, he felt for the child.

After tonight, she might just become one of the many trapped souls beside them.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He blinked, watching the apparition of his other fellow servant appear in front of him, the  translucent specter making him nearly walk right through him.

Wouldn’t be the firs time that happened.

“The child is missing,” Jungkook said in a hurried tone as his being practically floated through the walls.

“Missing!?” Taehyung questioned, a tray of pastries held in his hands as he followed the younger boy in a now equally concerned manner.

“Keep your voice down!” Jungkook scolded in a shouted whisper, his round eyes darting nervously around him. “ I think she might be in the attic.”

“Oh no,” Taehyung expressed anxiously, his eyes widening on his handsome sculpted face. “She can’t be in there! She will se-”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Jungkook cut him off as he continued to towards the empty wide halls.

He wasn’t a big fan of the attic, it was crawling with a scummiest of spirits. One in particular he despised, that damn Widower that loved to linger around in Master Jimin’s deceased wife’s belongings and possessions.

He could almost hear the moping cries of the tortured spirit mocking him.

“Do you hear that?” Taehyung question and both men paused, eyes focusing on the distant sound of small footsteps trotting that seemed to be coming from upstairs. Jungkook gave the older boy a knowing look and they both effortlessly ascended towards the stairs, not having the patience to even use the elevator.

Not like they needed to either.

They opened the door, the creaking sound echoing through the cluttered space. Spider webb’s filled every corner, one in specific dropping from the top of the old door and hitting Taehyung right in the face. He sighed in annoyance, waving his hand through it to pull it off his face. A black widow crawled on his fingers and the young servant welcomed it, his fingers twitched as he raised an eyebrow at it, lifting up his hand towards the wall so the spider could wither away.

Surely enough, the little girl stood idly in one of the dark corners. Jungkook nudged his friend roughly, motioning to the child. They silently walked forward, eyeing the the extravagant wedding dress plopped on the side, they could almost see the image of Master Jimin’s beautiful lover wearing it again, the warm smile she would always carry brought a sense of nostalgia over them. That memory was long gone and tarnished now.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Jungkook reprimanded the young child and watched as her small body jumped back , her head turning towards him instantly. The servant’s eyes quickly fell at what she had been staring so intently at, his eyes widening at the portrait of Master Jimin’s wife.

“Who is that?” The little girl asked in a curious tone, clutching her stuffed bunny towards her chest more. “ It looks like my mommy.”

Taehyung gave Jungkook a nervous glance.

“It’s nobody, you shouldn’t be in here.” The younger servant scolded sternly trying to mask his anxiousness.

The little girl looked perplexed and like she didn’t exactly believe him, her little face scrunched up in dissatisfaction.

Clever child, Jungkook thought.

“ You mustn’t tell your mother anything!” Taehyung blurted out in a over-friendly tone, giving the child a full smile. “ You wouldn’t want to get in trouble, would you?”

The little girl seemed to consider his words, a doubtful look now plastered on her delicate face as she pouted.

“It’s way past your bedtime, little one.” Jungkook explained as he swiftly made his way over in front of her, blocking her view of the portrait. His hands coming behind to push the old curtain to cover the frame up completely.

“Would you like a cookie? They are fresh out the oven!” Taehyung offered, lowering the tray of pastries to her and Jungkook gave him a glare. The older boy shrugged in defense and watched as the little girl happily took a cookie of the metal tray, taking a greedy bite of the sugar cookie.

“How did you even get in here?” Jungkook wondered as he recalled how the young girl seemed determined when he had caught a glimpse of her hurrying down the hallways so fast that she had managed to lose him.

“A ball! It was glowing!” The child exclaimed with wide eyes as she chewed the cookie, crumbs smearing her mouth.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow towards Taehyung.

It couldn’t be, of course that obnoxious Monsieur would try to sabotage this entire thing.

“An orb?” Jungkook clarified and the little girl stared blankly at him, knitting her eyebrows at the unfamiliar word. He sighed as he lifted up his hands.

“We need to get you back in be-”

The lights suddenly dimmed, cutting the servant off abruptly. It was followed by a loud shattering of a lightbulb above them and little girl let out a shriek of terror. Jungkook cursed as Taehyung tried to shush her, the room turned ice cold in a matter of seconds and the smell of blood was heavy in the air.

“Calm her down, he hears her.” Jungkook whispered harshly and Taehyung kneeled down, hurriedly trying to calm the child’s frightened whimpers.

“Do we have a new guest?” The sinister voice rang through the room and Jungkook shoved the child into the corner behind them, closing his eyes in frustration.

“Oh!” The voice strained in a moaned cry, “ A child! What a delightful surprise.”

The thunder roared outside only adding to the chilling atmosphere, the room fell silent for a couple minutes, signaling the terrifying outcome about to happen.

“As long as we both shall live…” The crazed voice mocked in a wail.

Taehyung dropped his metal tray at the sight of the repulsive spirit. He had the face of angel but his soul belonged in the very pits of hell, the dark hair was layered messily over his sickly pale face that was covered in blood. 

The look behind his eyes was deranged, a disturbed smile plastered over his face.

His white wedding suit was barely white anymore, covered by too many blood stains to ever resemble what it once was. The Widower held a heavy axe towards his chest, gripping it tightly as he bared his teeth.

The child let out a blood curling scream at the sight, tears staining her cheeks in seconds as she flared against Taehyung’s arms that only tried to comfort her panicked state.

“Cut it out, Jin.” Jungkook commanded in a hiss.

The Widower’s mad fits of laughter only worsened, becoming louder and louder.

“As long as we both shall live..” He repeated menacingly over and over.

“As long as we both shall live..”

“As long as we both shall live..”

“As long as we both shall live..”

“Enough!” Jungkook cried out, covering his ears in frustration and the little girl continued to wail. 

It was a complete nightmare, the Widower only continued his sinister ritual and stepped closer, as if threatening to throw the axe towards them which only caused the child to sob harder and twist further into the older servant Taehyung’s chest.

Then the sound of a door suddenly shutting was heard loudly throughout the space and just like that, the Widower perished.

The room fell eerily silent.

Jungkook lifted his hands away from his ears, glancing down at the child as she stared up in complete horror. Taehyung slowly stood back up, still clutching her hand.

Slow footsteps followed after the impending silence and Jungkook’s gaze widened in realization. He gave the older boy a warning look and Taehyung quickly ushered the child behind the large vintage wooden chests beside them. Taehyung held a finger up to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet. The little girl’s lips trembled but she nodded, silencing her whimpers.

Namjoon emerged from the shadows, his hard and stiff demeanor immediately making the energy in the room feel heavier than it already was. The two servants stood there, hands behind their backs as they gave the butler a casual smile.

“Where is the child?” The butler asked, his scrutinizing stare meeting the two younger men.

“What child?” Jungkook replied, feigning innocence as he raised both his eyebrows.

“She’s not in the bedchamber.” Namjoon glared harshly, not bothering to clarify who it was as it was rather obvious who he was referring to yet the young servants didn’t budge.

“We haven’t seen a child.” Taehyung stated nonchalantly, fixing the pastries on the tray that he held in his gloved hands, frowning at how some managed to crumble and fall apart.

Namjoon continued to stare harshly, eyes darting around the room in suspiscuon before he took another step forward, his tall figure hovering over the two shorter servants as he scowled.

“For your sake,” He drawled minaciously, studying the two young servants. “I hope that’s the case.” 

Jungkook gulped heavily, showcasing his prominent adam’s apple. Taehyung only grinned in response, his expression giving away nothing but the aloofnees the butler was used to seeing in his behavior. The servants watched as the butler gave them one final warning glare before he practically vanished in thin air, the cold tempature filled the confined space and ominious silence greeted them once again.

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“This storm doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon.” You said as your hands closed around the hot mug in your hands. Mr. Park had been kind enough to give you a personal tour around the mansion, taking his time to show you the rooms.

The more you had spent looking through the mansion, the more you fell in love with it. Besides the obvious appeal to it and beauty, you felt a certain pull towards it. It made you so curious, like you needed to know everything about it. It was a strange feeling of familiarity but yet it still felt so unfamiliar. You couldn’t find the balance and you didn’t even know why you bothered to, you would be out of here first thing in the morning.

“It tends to storm a lot during this season,” Mr. Park responded as he walked towards the large window , looking out at the raindrops coming down so strongly.

You stared around the Grand Hall, the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling were breathtaking and the staircase didn’t fall short either. This part of the home had marble floors, the glossy material was reflective almost and you noted the decorative old clock that hung in the middle of the room.

“Mr. Park,” You began as you turned back to him, his attention still watched the storm outside as the lightning continued to flash through the dimly lit room. “ If this house is your inheritance and it’s so rich in family history, why would you ever want to sell it?”

He turned to you, eyes meeting yours as he seemed to take in your words in deep consideration. He almost seemed pained and you wondered if you were prying too much.

“I’m sorry,” You say. “ I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“No, no.” He shook his head. “ Of course not, it’s not rude at all.”

You watched as his gaze traveled across the room, eyeing the space before him.

“You see, this mansion holds memories too painful for me to bare at times.” He swallowed thickly, a frown taking over his features.

“ My wife used to love this room,” He announced, a softer tone coating his words. “ It was one of her favorites, she loved to dance.”

You follow his eye-line, staring in his direction. You could only imagine how lovely that would of been, the thought warmed your heart. A picture of a couple slow dancing through this beautiful hall was beyond romantic. You wondered if Mr. Park was imagining the exact thing because his face looked to be in such deep thought, waves of different emotions seem to be going through him, his eyes looked glossy.

“Do you like to dance?” You were taken off guard by his sudden question but you grinned.

“I don’t mind it.”

He gave you a smile before it slowly faltered.

“She always used to ask me to dance with her,” He added as he tilt his head. “ I could never refuse her, I loved every second of it.”

Curiosity got the best of you but you couldn’t help yourself. Mr. Park talked about her with such endearment and, so much emotion was behind every one of his words that it made your own heart beat faster. The feeling was so unexplainable, it was insane how he managed to evoke so much feelings out of you with just simple words.

“What happened to her, if I may ask?” You asked warily.

There was a long pause, Mr. Park broke your gaze for a second as he stared down. There seemed to be a war behind his eyes, a rage you couldn’t quite explain but it was strong.

“She killed herself.” He stated bluntly and you let out a silent gasp, hands instinctively coming to cover your mouth.

You weren’t expecting him to reveal that at all, you were at a loss for words. Now you understood why he looked to be in such great pain, a constant state of suffering. Your heart ached for him, you could see how much love he had for his deceased wife still and you couldn’t imagine what he must be going through or had already went through.

“She hung herself in this room.” He sounded so incredibly heartbroken but yet, there was an edge to his tone. His tearful gaze stared upwards and you felt a chill run down your spin at the thought of a woman’s lifeless body hanging above you.

“Sometimes,” He says slowly as he takes a step towards, closing the space. “ You can still hear her roaming these halls.”

His dark eyes were invasive, taking you in entirely and not letting you look away for even a mere second.

“Her laughter, her cries,” He continues with a scornful smile, tears threatening to fall as his voice hardens with such a heavy emotion. “Her heartbeat.”

“It’s as if she lives inside these walls.” He whispers, his thumb coming to caress your cheek and the ice cold touch makes you almost flinch away but you can’t. It’s as if your under a spell, you feel your entire body yearn for something.

“You must of really loved her..” You say quietly and see something flash through his eyes at your words.

“More than anything.” He confirms, eyes roaming your entire face as he lowers his face until you feel breath on your ear . “A love so real doesn’t ever end, it stays with you forever. No matter how much time passes, the flame never goes out, it only grows and becomes stronger.”

His words bring out something in you, something you don’t want to admit.

“Mr. Park..” You said breathlessly as his lips lingered on the side of your neck, his cold breath making your skin tingle.

It was wrong, all of it was wrong. You knew it but yet your body craved to feel something. Something you haven’t felt in so long.

“Jimin.” He corrected, finally pressing the his lips against your soft skin. “ You can call me Jimin, darling.”

You feel his mouth press soft kisses down your neck and you close your eyes, letting yourself indulge in the feeling but then your mind finally takes over, reminding you of your place.

“I can’t do this.” You shook your head, breaking apart from him but his hands caught your wrists, pulling you back to him.

“I’m married.”

“To who?” He questions, not seeming to appreciate the loss of contact you had forced between the both of you. His tone was bitter as he said the following words. “ To a husband that doesn’t pay you any mind?”

The look behind his eyes made you feel completely bare. You hated the truth his words held. Had it not been what you had been thinking this entire time? Why did you owe loyalty to a man who had stopped loving you for a long time now.

“You know I’m right,” Mr. Park, Jimin, stated as if he had been reading your mind, a clear understanding in his tone. “You know he doesn’t deserve you.”

“It’s not right.” You denied, trying your best to convince yourself not to give into your sinful thoughts . The man in front of you was evoking a fire you had not felt in a long time.

“What’s not right,” He licked his lips before staring down at your own. “ Is giving your all to a man who wouldn’t do the same for you.”

Jimin’s eyes filled with desire as his gaze dropped down your neckline, his finger coming up to trace your collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful, my darling.” He whispered, his voice held a melodic tone to it. As if he was casting a spell.

“You deserve someone who cherishes every bit of you.” You shivered as his finger continued to trail down your neck, dipping down between your breasts.

“Please..” Jimin’s lips quirked up at your plea, an almost sinister smirk taking over his full lips.

The sound of heavy footsteps emerging from the beside you and broke you out of your trance, jumping away from the man in front of you as if his touch had caught you on fire.

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, sir.” The butler appeared in front of you and you wondered how you had him heard him up until now because he must of walked all the way across the room to reach you. You gulped nervously at his sudden presence as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to seem like you hadn’t just been participating in such inappropriate acts.

“What is it?” Jimin looked more than upset by the interruption, his jaw clenching as he turned to face the butler, eyes narrowing at him.

“It seems like there’s been a bit of an… issue that requires your assistance.” Namjoon stated, not even sparing you a glance and you raised an eyebrow.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, turning to Jimin and he stared at the butler for a few more seconds before he faced with a smile, that same smile filled with the generous hospitality he had given you when he had first greeted you.

“Of course,” He assured you. “Please excuse me, Miss Y/n. I’ll be right back.”

Jimin takes your hand, placing a final kiss on the top of it before he turns to follow the butler who was already a few feet ahead of him. You watch as they make their way out of the room, the sound of their footsteps echoing until you at last couldn’t hear a thing.

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You had stood here in the same spot for what felt like hours, pacing back and forth in complete distress as you awaited the return of Jimin and the butler. You came to rub your forehead as you took a deep breath and ran your hand down the side of your neck, right where Jimin’s lips had been. You were waiting for the guilt to fill you, to drown you.

But it didn’t.

The guilt of never came. Despite doing such a shameful act while your husband was waiting for you upstairs, you didn’t feel one sense of remorse and that scared you. Had you really lost all your feelings for your husband? Is that why you could feel no regret? All you could feel now was the touch of another man and how you longed for it again, desperately wanting to feel that desire inside of you. 

You shouldn’t feel this, what were you thinking? The loss of control must’ve of been due to the disagreement you had with your husband. That was to blame for this confusion, for this act of pure passion with no thoughts behind it. You had barely met Jimin, he was the owner of the house you were intendting to sell. You didn’t even want to imagine what your husband would think if he found out about this little scene. 

But you were surprised to realize a part of you, a sick part of you almost wanted it to. Maybe that’s what he needed to see in order for him to value what he had, to realize that he could lose you so easily. What Mr. Park had told you held more truth than you wanted to admit, your husband had become too comfortable and secure in your relationship. Too sure you would never leave the familiarity of the marriage you shared. 

Maybe he needed to suffer like you had these past months, years.

In the midst of your conflicting emotions, a sound completely interrupted your train of thought . You stopped for a moment, completely halting all your movements as you stared down the room.

You squinted your eyes, trying to make out what you were hearing.

Was that a piano playing?

The sound of the instrument continued, it echoed through the large Grand Hall. You took a step forward, trying to follow where the music was coming from.

Crossing the room,  ou exited out of the two large doors as you walked up the staircase. You were almost compelled in a way, following the sound of the piano that only seemed to get more prominent with every step you took. An elevator stood at the end of the wide hallway and you took a look around you, confusion taking over you.

Had that elevator always been there?

You had not remembered passing it at all but this mansion was far too large and you wondered if you simply just hadn’t walked through this specific hallway. You made your way towards it, craning your neck as you inspected it, the metal bard surrounding it screeched against each other as you pulled it open. Glancing inside, you wondered how safe it actually was or if it even worked at all. It looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time. 

Against your better judgement, you stepped inside. The striped wallpaper inside of the confined square space made you feel dizzy. You stared at the buttons in front of you, hesistantly running your fingers against them but before you could manage to press on, the elevator doors shut right in front of you. The metal bars rattled as the elevator shook and you stumbled back. It began ascending, you stared at the moving wall in front of you as you passed a floor and  the sound of the piano only seemed to be getting closer to you.

It finally came to a stop, the sound of metal screeching one more time. The door opened, and you stared at the dark room in front of you. You let a moment pass before you took a cautious step out of the elevator.

The room was filled with what seemed to be a bunch of different belongings. There was clothes hanging from racks and wood manequins. You stared at an old wedding dress in the corner, the material was beautiful but you could tell it had not been touched in years. It must of belonged to the previous owners, perhaps one of Jimin’s great grandmothers. 

In your distracted state, you had almost forgotten the continues sound of the piano playing that now seemed to be right next to you. 

You turned around, a gasp leaving your lips as you saw a man sitting in front of an old piano that stood at the end of the room, behind all the boxes and chests. He wore a dark suit and was pale as a ghost, the dark hair covered most of his face as he seemed deeply concentrated in what he was playing.

“O-Oh my god, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here.” You apologized, knitting your eyebrows as the man seemed to completely ignore you, his fingers contuining to tap against the piano keys faster now as the tone picked up. 

“Hello?”

The man did not seem to care at all, not giving you the time of day or maybe he just had not heard you?

“Excuse me?” You tried again raising your voice higher as you neared him. “Sir!”

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and you watched as the man slammed his fists against the keys before sending an angry stare your way. You flinched back, his pale face scowling at you and you just about felt your heart jump out of your chest when he suddenly disappeared from your vision.

Your jaw hung as you stared at the empty seat in front of the piano now. He had completely faded away. 

“What the hell.” You whispered as you shook your head, were you dreaming right now? That did not just happen. It was impossible. Where had he gone? Your mind searched every possible logical explaination for what you had just witnessed but you failed to find one. You had just saw a man vanish in front of your own two eyes. 

“No no,” You mumbled as you pinched your nosebridge in denial. “ This didn’t just happen.”

“Excuse Yoongi, he’s always been a bit hostile to strangers.” You let out a scream as you stumbled back, taking down a few antiques that were spread around you straight to the floor. The glass broke everywhere around you and you hissed in pain at your back hitting the wooden floors.

“Took you long enough to get here.”

Your eyes met another man in front of you, the figure appearing out of absolutely nowhere. He stood over you and you took in his appearance ,  he wore a dark ermald colored suit, the green color making his light reddish color stand out against his handsome face.

“Who are you?” You demanded as you tried to process everything that had just happened in the matter of the few minutes you had been in here. There was no way this wasn’t a dream, you had just seen two men do the most unearthly things. You felt your hands tremble as the man in front of you came closer.

“Hoseok,” He replied, and you noticed the intense dark eyeliner around his eyes only added to his crazed look. “Monsieur Hoseok to be more specific.” 

He sighed in annoyance when he took in your confused and borderline morified expression.

“It doesn’t matter, you need to get out of here.” He warned, his face becoming serious as stared down of you. “You haven’t got much time.”

What the hell was this man talking about?

And who was he? You didn’t remember Jimin mentioning anyone else lived in this mansion besides the servants and the butler. 

“What?” You asked as you struggled to get back up, your entire back aching from your fall. “I’m sorry sir, who are you again?”

The man rolled his eyes at you, a glare forming in them as he walked closer to you. 

“Listen, you need to get out of here. The Master isn’t who you think he is and if you don’t act quick, it will be too late.” He tells you in a hurried manner, a look of pure dread taking over his face.

“W-What?” You shake your head at his words. “ You know Mr. Park? What are you doing up here then? Are you his family member?”

The man, Hoseok, let out a laugh but there was no humor in it. He looked aggravated beyongd belief if anything and you felt his hand come around your wrist, pulling you harshly.

“I don’t have time for this,” He whispered harshly as he let out a sigh. “This mansion is cursed, it isn’t what you think it is. The Master plans to trap you in here with him.” 

You stared at him in complete shock. Had this man completely lost his mind?

“Sir, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tugged on your wrist but his grip didn’t budge. “You need to let me-”

“The Master thinks you’re his dead wife.” Hoseok cuts you off with another cruel whisper and you pause, more confused than ever by his statement. 

Was this some kind of joke? What kind of way was this to treat house guests?

“What?” You let out a small laugh, the thought itself was ridicoulous. Where was this man getting this from? You still didn’t even know who he was and he kept spouting all types of bullshit at you.

Monsieur Hoseok was starting to think your daughter had been more pleasant to deal with. Apparently that child was smarter than you were. He couldn’t even begin to explain how you had been so incredibly unlucky to end up in this mansion in the first place, he wondered how the Master had even become aware of your existence. Had it been a mere coincidence? Unlikely, nothing involving the Master was coincidental for he had always been the strategic kind. 

He truly did pity you, it was bad enough that he was trapped inside this attic and unable to roam the rest of the mansion. The Master had made it that way for a reason, he intended for you to never reach this room, to never see the truth. This had only caused him to have to improvise, if he couldn’t reach you then you had to come to him. It had taken you long enough, he had tried to warn your young daughter but his attempt had failed due to those two idiot servants that had to get in his way. 

Now here you were, stubborn and stupid enough not to believe him. He only hoped you didn’t fall victim to this mansion because once that clock hit midnight, your fate would be decided for good.

“Don’t believe me?” Hoseok asked before tugged you forward, you stumbled behind him as he halted in front of a frame that was covered by a large curtain. His hands pulled the material off, revealing the potrait. 

Your eyes widened as you tried to hold in a gasp.

It was a picture of a woman who looked exactly like you. 

Everything was the same, your features looked identical. 

“This was Y/n, I’m sure the Master told you all about her,” Hoseok said as your eyes were unable to leave the picture. “I bet he told you that she took her own life.”

You looked at him in surprise.

“But I bet he didn’t tell you why.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your nerves were evident in your tone now. ”And why does this woman look like me?” 

You didn’t understand anything, why was there a potrait of woman that looked identical to you in this attic? How was that even possible? There was no way this woman was the deceased wife of Jimin like this man was telling you. This portrait looked ancient. The woman was dressed in what looked to be 18th century clothing.

“ As much as the Master did truly love his wife, their marriage had been one of convenience between the two families initially, “ Hoseok explained as he looked at you. “ Due to this, his wife had been in love with another man before and after they had married.”

Monsieur Hoseok studied your expression, it was shame he could almost see history repeating itself in front of him.

“The Master had always been quite the jealous lover so naturally when he found out , he was enraged.” He continued with a sigh. “ Completely blinded by his jealousy and her betrayal, he went out and killed him. Poisoned him.”

You let out a shaky breath, not wanting to believe a word you were hearing.

“When his wife found out about what he had done, she was devastated and completely heartbroken. That night, she hung herself.” 

You wanted him to stop talking, this wasn’t possible. It was completely insane. Was this man implying you were somehow the dead wife of a centuray old man? You would of laughed if you weren’t completely petrified in this moment because somehow, a part of you wondered if he was telling you the truth. The slight doubt was there and you didn’t know why, this story he was feeding you sounded like some sort of twisted children’s fairy tale. 

“This doesn’t make any sense,” You said slowly, pointing towards the portrait of the woman. “ That picture is hundreds of years old, are you saying everyone in this house is…”

“Dead?” Hoseok finished, lifting an eyebrow. “Sort of, they are but they can’t fully move on to the afterlife because of the curse. They are stuck in time.” 

“That’s not possible, that’s quite literally not possible.” You denied, staring at the demented man with a straight face.

He looked fed up with you at this point, how had you not noticed evil roaming this house yet? The Master must of been doing an incredibily good job at keeping you distracted with other things.

“Don’t be a fool!” Hoseok suddenly snapped, grasping your shoulders tightly and you felt his slender fingers dig into your skin. “ Nothing in this mansion is natural, haven’t you looked around? You see the way they act, the way they dress and how they speak. They are not from your lifetime!”

Your body chilled at his words, begining to grasp what he was reffering to. The clothes, what you had thought was all just for show, just rich people being pretencious. Their odd behaviors and vocabulary that seemed so outdated. What you assumed was a way of keeping the home alive, keeping their heritage alive. It had all been so strange and it was happening right in your face yet you didn’t question it once. 

“What is the curse?” You whispered slowly, looking into the man’s exasperated wide eyes.

“You.” He stated and you start to shake your head but he lifts up his hand. “Well, Y/n is the curse. Her death is the reason they are all stuck here  and immortal until her reincarnated self breaks it.”

He stares at you, almost as if he expects you to completely take this in and understand it all. Your mind feels like it’s about to explode, you can’t wrap your head around what your hearing but then you think back at the familiarity you had felt moments ago and how the mansion had made you feel, what Jimin had made you feel. 

“No!” You yell out, shaking your head as you pull away from him. “I’m not her!”

You couldn’t be. 

“You may very well be,” Hoseok says as he shrugs, pointing a finger towards your chest. “Her soul is inside of you but until you fully remember who you once were you will be stuck in here just as much as the rest of us.”

“When the clock hits midnight, you will be trapped in here.” He states the terrifying reality to you that you don’t want to accept or believe. “And until you remember your past life, which may take decades, centuries even, you will be just another prisoner of this mansion and a prisoner of the Master.”

You felt your blood run cold. 

This couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t.

It was too much. Too much to take in.

He had to be lying, was this some type of extreme Halloween prank that they played on their guests? If that was the case, there was something deeply disturbed about them.

But could you take the risk?

And just like that, a terrifying thought suddenly came to you.

“Nari,” You whispered as if you had barely been reminded of the great danger you were in and what that meant for your child. “ My daughter, I need to check on her.”

“What you need is to get out of here. Now.” The man expressed desperately and you jumped as you heard that damn screeching of metal behind you a few feet away.

The elevator.

“They are looking for you, he’s looking for you.” Hoseok said in a hushed whisper as he took your arm again and pulled you towards him, leading you through a corner where a door greeted you to your left.

“Run! Get your daughter and get out of here!” You didn’t even have time to protest, he hurled your body out of the door and shut it loudly behind you. 

Your hands caught the wall in front of you and prevented your fall. You gulped as you stared down the wide dimly lit hallway, the wine colored carpet in front of you now didn’t seem as appealing anymore. The walls no longer beautiful but terriyfing as they seemed to close in on you the more time passed.

You lifted yourself off the wall and ran down the hallway, desperately trying to figure out which way your bedchambers had been. Your breath hitched as you turned down the first corner you came across, pausing in hesitation before your body flew down a  set of stairs. Down,  you needed to get downstairs. Your heart raced rapidly against your rib cage as your hands held onto the wallpaper of the building to balance yourself with every sharp turn you took that had you nearly tripping over your own feet. 

You stared at the portraits as you sprinted through another narrow hallway and you nearly fell back in horror as you noticed a pair of eyes moving on the picture frame. You let out a yelp, your body staring back at the frame as you breathed heavily.

Did you see that correctly? 

If that wasn’t enough confirmation, a sinister voice behind you taunted.

“Oh! Run faster dear!” 

You let out a shriek, whipping your head around you trying to figure where the voice had come from but there was nothing. 

“You won’t make it out! Tick Tock!” It deeply chuckled.

You let out a groan as you tugged on your hair. The thunder boomed outside, sending another wave of panic through your body. You were in a complete nightmare. 

You run faster when you noticed a familiar looking staircase in front of you, your legs already starting to ache from the energy it was taking you to not stop and take a breath. It was the entrance hall. Your gripped the railing as you climbed down the steps, but a loud cry left your lips when you felt your body collide with a strong force in front of you as soon as you had reached the bottom of the steps.

You fell backwards, your back sliding across the wooden floor and you closed your eyes as you let out a curse at the painful hit.

“ Miss Y/n, is everything alright?” You opened your eyes, the butler stood above you. His face as emotionless as ever and you tried to catch your breath, chest falling and rising uncontrollably. 

“N-Namjoon, where is my daughter?” You demanded in a breathless tone ad you lifted yourself off the ground. “I need you to help me find my daughter.”

The butler stared at your frantic state in the most unphased manner, not a single flash of concern crossed his face. 

“Nari is asleep in her bedchamber, miss. You don’t need to worry.” 

His words only brought more terror in you. He was too calm, far too calm upon seeing your panicked state. Something was wrong, so terribly wrong.

“Namjoon,” You came up to grip the front of his suit but he didn’t even look at your hands, staring straight at you. “I need your help, please. I need to get out of here.”

The butler took in your words and you waited, hoped for something to flash through his empty eyes but nothing came. His gloved hands came to grip yours, pulling them off of him as he gave you a hard stare.

That’s when it hit you.

The butler’s loyalities were not with you.

“Darling?” The voice had been dreading to hear called out behind you and you shut your eyes, feeling your body run cold. ”Is everything alright?”

You turned slowly, seeing his familiar figure stand a few feet away from you. He studied you, concern all over his features as he knitted his eyebrows at your state. His beautiful face was so welcoming, enticing. You wanted to believe his concern, you wanted to believe his emotions were true and that nothing the man in the attic had told you was real but your instincits told you otherwise.

“I need to find Nari,” You swallowed shakily, eyeing the grand clock that hung against the center of the staircase. It mocked you with every second.

11:56

“I’m sure Nari’s sound asleep in her bed.” He assured you with a comforting smile, raising a finger to signal upstairs. 

“No,” You shook your head, taking a step back. “No, I need to see her.”

Jimin stared at you, his lips twitching slightly at your words, suspiscion was clear in his gaze as his eyes further observed your anxious state.

“Very well, I think it’s time you head up to bed now too.” He nodded, motioning towards the stairs. “Why don’t you let me walk you back to your room?”

The clock ticked again.

11:57

“No!” You cried out, turning away and you saw Jimin’s taken back expression, eyebrows knitting at your words. “You need to bring her to me right now.”

You didn’t have much time, your eyes quickly took a glance at the entrance doors. 

“Miss Y/n, what’s the matter?” He questioned, tilting his head in confusion. “You seem tense.”

11:58

You wanted to let out a sob.

“I just need you to bring me my daughter!” You demanded in a hiss, no longer having the patience to be kind with your words. Your whole body filled with complete panic and fear. “We need to leave!”

Wrong move.

You watched Jimin’s face drop in that moment, no longer holding the warm and welcoming expression. His features hardened, an icy glare staring back at you as you saw his jaw clench. 

“Go where? There’s a great storm outside, darling.” He stated coldly, eyes unmoving and another roar of thunder was heard. 

“Please, Jimin, please!” You beg, everything in you was telling to run upstairs and look for your daughter but you knew had run out of time. There was no way you could get her and get out in time. You glanced up the staircase, seeing the two familiar young servants from earlier at the top of the steps, a look of pure pity on their faces as they stared down at you.

You took another look towards the doors, seeing the butler now stand right behind you. Completely blocking your exit.

You were surrounded.

11:59

“I’m not her.” You tell him in a low whisper and you see a familiar emotion flash his eyes. “I will never be her.”

He took slow, calculated steps your way and you held your breath with each one until he stood right in front of you. He stared down at you, eyes picking you apart.

“You will be.” He told you, no doubt or hesistation in his words. It was a statement. A warning. “You will be everything I want you to be, Y/n.”

His eyes filled with angry tears as his fingers grasped your chin, digging painfully into your skin.

“You will remember everything, my darling.” He expressed, enunciating every word spitefully. “You will remember my love for you, your life here, what you did to me.”

Your whole body shook at his every word.

“After all,” He licked his lips, a malicious smirk forming on them. “You have eternity to remember.” 

12:00

The loud bell rang throughout the space, sealing your fate. 

Silent tears ran down your face as another fearful realization ran through you.

“Where is my husband?” You were afraid for the answer, your stomach dropped as your next words left your mouth.” What did you do to him?”

Jimin’s face twisted in complete rage at the mention of your husband, gripping your face tighter with his fingers as he pulled your face closer to him. You were eye to eye, nose tips barely touching each other.

“Never speak of another man in my house!” He threatened, the tears threatning to fall from his glaring eyes at any given moment, he looked completely deranged. His whole body shook with anger as he shouted. “He’s gone, you understand me? You will never see him again! You’re mine!”

You sobbed harder at the volume of his voice, he was shaking your body completely and you turned your face away from him in complete horror. 

He was monster.

A completely broken monster.

“Save your tears.” He snarled, forcing you to face him again despite your efforts to pull away from his steel-like grip. You stared at his deep gaze, watching as his own tears stained his flawless skin. It was so hard to believe a man this ethereal and delicate looking harbored such evil inside him. He caressed that same spot of your cheek where he had grabbed you so roughly, a red ugly bruise had formed already.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, my darling.”

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