The first thing that Jimin thought when he woke up the next morning was that he must have had a restless night's sleep because he was now face first on the floor.

'Well try to get up,' thought Jimin even though he didn't have the energy to even try. 'You have practice to get to. There's a concert today.'

Trying to get up from his position on the ground, Jimin froze when he realized he couldn't. Figuring that maybe his limbs were just stiff from having slept on them, Jimin tried moving again only to have the same frustrating result.

'Did I seriously become paralyzed during the night?' Jimin thought as he suddenly felt footsteps slightly vibrate the ground he was lying on.

'Wait...is that Tae or something?' Jimin thought. 'Maybe I can get him to help me...'

"HEY! HEY DOWN HERE!"

Jimin tried to yell, but even he couldn't hear his own yelling since it was muffled by the carpet he was lying face first on. Getting beyond irritated and slightly panicked by his current situation, Jimin tried to move again with all the strength that he was able to muster. All his efforts merely resulted in him basically twitching a fraction of an inch on the floor.

As he laid there, Jimin thought he heard the muffled sounds of an argument. He figured that maybe it was the rest of the guys come to fetch him for practice and debating who was going to wake him up.

"Someone get up here now and help me!"

Just when he thought that no one had heard him, Jimin was filled with a spark of hope when he heard footsteps again followed by the sound of a door opening.

'Finally!'  Jimin thought as he tried to muster strength to move again, only to once more twitch barely a fraction of an inch where he was.

It felt like an eternity passed before he felt hands grip him and set him upright. When he was upright once more, he was filled with shock at the face that stared back at him.

"Who are you?" Jimin asked.

Letting out a small yelp, the woman in front of him stumbled backwards until she landed on her bum on the bed. Jimin could see that she was currently dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, her brown hair currently a wild and unruly mess on the top of her head. Her wide eyes continued to stare at him as Jimin slowly came to realize that he wasn't in his apartment. He was in some unfamiliar bedroom that he hadn't ever seen before.

"Who are you?" Jimin repeated since his first question remained unanswered. "And where am I?"

"Are you...are you talking?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I talk? Now answer my questions. Did you kidnap me or something? Did you drug me and that's why I can't move my arms?"

Jimin watched the surprised woman in front of him get up from the bed and grab a hand mirror off her desk before coming to stand in front of him.

"I don't think you realize what is going on," she said as she held the mirror up so he could look at his face.

Jimin focused on his face in the mirror. At first, he didn't notice anything off. However, not even ten seconds had passed when he realized how two-dimensional his face was and how...flat.

Shocked by his new reality, Jimin did the only thing one would do in that situation.

He screamed.