The bell rings indicating that it's Register period. Jimin doesn't move from his spot, instead he brings his face to my ear.

"Please stay with me," he whispers.

I really don't like to see him in this state. I've never had to deal with him when he's down but just being in his presence in this moment is usually alarming. It makes me so sad and I feel vulnerable to see him like this simply because I'm not his girlfriend. But then leaving him all alone to deal with all this pain- with whatever is going on would be very wrong. I want to help him in anyway I can. So out of my own feelings I stay with him, in his hiding spot hoping that no one catches us.

Jimin finally gets off me and wipes his eyes. "I'm really sleepy," he says in a raspy voice. He gets up stretching his hand forward for me to take.

I bite my lip looking at his palm, his soft looking palms. Our eyes meet and I blush looking away but accepting his hand. I've never ever held anyone's hands before besides Hoseok. So when I feel fire as his warmth overtakes my entire body with a firm grip, I remember why I never touch with anybody.

"Only you Yoona," he searches for my eyes. "It's only you who does this to me."

Furiously and rapidly I let go of his hand as Hoseok's voice echo's in my head. I close my eyes and hold my head, trying to calm my breathing and shake the voice away.

Jimin's hand rubs my back while Hoseok's voice is the only thing I hear. I tightly close my eyes. My mind races wildly and images begin to flash in my head:

Hoseok's hands and eyes, our bodies holding onto each other tightly, kisses up my neck and on my lips they immediately slap me out of reality. How could I ever forget that poisonous love keeps me safe?

Keep my safe and I'll keep you warm.

YOONA!! Hoseok's voice bursting in laughter, saying my name. "We'll meet again ~ We'll meet again~"

"Yoona!"

My eyes shoot open clinging to the voice. "Hoseok," I breathe out, taking deep breathes. My back burns by the touch of his hands. He coo's softly hands still burning my back. "Don't worry Yoona," he says in his- Wait that's not Hoseok, that's-

"Jimin!" I shove myself away from him feeling petrified. The fire that was burning me vanishes and I'm left with light tingles.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jimin asks his eyebrows down in confusion. His hands are still out and I creep away taking large breaths trying to be calm. What was that?

I get up on my own dusting my skirt. "Yoona are you okay?" Jimin looks at me, his eyes are searching for mine desperately. I nod my head.

"I'm fine, I just got shocked for a bit,"

He looks at his hand and back at me, "Like static electricity?" I nod my head as my hand rubs my forehead, I feel sweat trickling down but there's nothing.

"Are you sure? 'cause you yelled out Hoseok's name and suddenly held on to me, like you where having a nightmare,"

I ignore him and pick up my bag, "We should go back to class,"

"Wait. I don't feel like going..." He goes back to previous state.

"What do you mean?" I ask dropping my bag on the floor. "Jimin please tell me what's wrong?"

He sighs while taking my hand in his. "Please come with me,"

I look down nervously at our hands hoping that...what ever happened a few minutes ago won't happen again. Whatever that was.

"Where are we going?" He doesn't respond but takes my bag along with his bag.

He starts walking and I quickly follow him, careful not to make noise. This is still school grounds and the security might catch us. Lord knows what will happen if my dad finds out that I'm not in class.

Jimin walks far until we reach their secret car spot behind the big bricked wall where he and the rest of the gang have reserved especially for their cars.
I remember when Namjoon brought me here for the first time and also how I confused Jimin's Jaguar with Hoseok's Lamborghini.

I follow Jimin and he opens his boot putting both our bags in. He comes around opening the door for me, I smile at him nervously and get in. Seconds later he's in the car. The beeping noise for the seat belts comes on and we both brush the belt to it's hook.

My heart beats fast and I'm worried that I might have made a bad decision following him here.

Jimin's eyes are a bit puffy and have a light shade of red under them.

"Where are we going?" I ask. He doesn't say anything but drives out the spot to the main gates. The security guards by the gate don't even say anything, Jimin drives out the school gate and reality hits me.

"Are we bunking school?"

"Do you trust me?" He asks out of the blue.

I look at him, his hand by the gear and his eyes on the road. I feel like this question is him trying to open up to me.

I nod my head, "Of course Jimin. I do, but where are we going?"

"My house,"

I don't say anything after and allow the classic pop music to take over. The road is wide and narrow. Something about being in the car makes me feel very heavy. I had a full eight hour of sleep last night so why do I suddenly feel sleepy. "Can I shut my eyes for a while?"

"Sure," he says in a calmed voice. "Do you want me to adjust the seat?"

"No it's okay, thanks." I close my eyes immediately falling into a fast and deep slumber.
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[Dream]

In the middle of two scenery's again I lay on the floor, but there's something different this time.
Usually when I'm here, I am in the middle of the room choosing where to go. The dark or light side.

This time I'm already here...on the light side.

Out of confusion I get up and look around. It's so bright, the rectangular white table and the beautiful window displaying a bright field.

I feel a shiver run up my spin, as the invisible hand makes its way to my shoulders. For a moment I feel like it's Hoseok, but the way this hand is touching me I'm not too sure anymore.

Then it hits me, meaning there's someone else in the room.

My eyes travel to the dark side and I make out a pair of wings.. I ignore the figure and sit peacefully on the chair enjoying the peace I have in my heart.
For the first time in all the dreams I've dreamt

I feel peace.

[End of dream]
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"Yoona, Yoona," I open my eyes and I see Jimin's smiley face. "Uh," he coughs and his cheeks tint a pink colour...it's either he was watching me sleep or something else. "We're here,"

"Oh," I get up from the car fixing my skirt. "I slept the whole ride? I feel so awful,"

"No its okay. You looked peaceful and I can tell you really needed it. You don't look so frightened anymore,"

I just nod my head in response following him. "Wait, what about our bags?" I ask. He just shakes his head and motions for me to follow. I follow him silently taking in the environment of his house.

Just from the outside, the house looks like it belongs to a king with thousands of children. It is big making me close my mouth, I'm already used to seeing big houses and as a wealthy mentality I compare my house to others. The grass is so green that it brings out the pure white colour of the house. It looks like a freaking castle with all the white and gold and large windows. We get to the front door which is black and Jimin presses some code on the pad and it opens. That's new and interesting.

"After you," he smiles back at me. I enter cautiously while taking in the inside of the house.

"You have a lovely house," I say looking around. There are art pieces on the wall from ornaments to drawings. The drawings are one lined and they are perfectly drawn and framed.

Jimin closes the door and walks forward. "Thank you, it's my fathers house but one day I'll probably own something like this. Maybe even better," he says cockily.

"There we go again," I playfully roll my eyes.

He smirks, "So do you want to drink something or do you just want to relax?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Well I'm just here keeping you company, you can do whatever you want and I'll be here,"

His eyes tint a little upwards and he nods. We walk across the living room up a flight of stairs.

This house is incredibly white and desirably huge. Maybe a little bigger than our own house.
I wonder how they clean when there's a stain. Hmm maybe all the food is white, that's why it's hard to tell when there's a spot. Jimin walks further deep and opens a door.

"We can rest in my study,"

"Study? true businessman," I joke.

He doesn't say anything, I turn to him and his head is down. Before I can say anything a picture on the wall captures my attention. It's made with pastel and charcoal. The whole picture is black and grey but the roses in the picture are a shinning red with dark green vines that whispered my name.

A rose bush. But it wasn't just any rose bush.

My heart stops and I walk to the picture. I stand before the picture. It's the same rose bush I've been dreaming about and it's also the same bush outside my window by the garden. Maybe I'm seeing things because there's no way that this is similar to my house or dream. It's just a coincidence. It has to be.

"It's beautiful isn't?" Jimin says closing the door and taking his place behind me.

I can't even answer because I'm shaken and confused.

"I'd like to see that one day, wherever it is," he continues.

I turn to him. "What do you mean?"

"An artist gave it to us for free, he said that the picture chose us," Jimin chuckles. "Absurd but we'll visit it someday,"

My heart races, I breathe slowly trying to ignore this heavy coincidence. My eyes land on the next object and I swear my heart internally shuts down.

The table in the room is similar to the one in my dream. Not only is is similar but it is the table.

The long table.

The long white table.

I can feel Jimin's eyes on me like he is observing me my reaction. If I could run away from this place I would but as much as the sight in this room is creepy and weird.. I have to be more calm and not freak out.

I slowly take a seat and Jimin sits next to me. We are both silent and I don't intend on forcing him to speak, I'm a bit startled to speak feeling so unfamiliar in this room but also feeling like..I've been here multiple of times before.
Being in his house is kind of creepy because it's like my dream yet at the same time it's comforting.

Why didn't he bring Seolhyun or Jungkook or Taehyung or anyone else? Why me? Is it because I was the first one at school? If so then he would've pushed me away but instead he asked me to come with him.. to stay with him.

He asked me if I trusted him, for someone I met a month ago, I do trust him. He's really, I don't know the words to use but if I could think of the word it would mean- someone who's always mysteriously there for you but will not show there true self...is there a word? Not stalker more like..an angel or god.

I look at him and notice he's looking at the picture, my eyes follow. From here the roses look sharp and bright in colour. Some artist sold it to them? It chose them? There's something not right about that.

"I didn't feel like going to school today," Jimin suddenly speaks. His voice is low but since he's next to me I hear it clearly. "I thought... I could just force myself to... go through the full day at school. But I couldn't."

"I also don't feel like going to school, but I have to, good education you know," I say bumping his shoulders with mine. He chuckles a little and stops, his eyes drop to his hands.

"I know... It's just some days I feel so refined and happy that I can do anything and while on some other days I can't even stand or look myself in the mirror," he admits. "It's like I feel this load on me when I wake up. A load that has everything I want to hide and keep deep deep down in me..it's ugly and unbearable. I can hardly even think of anything else but the pain,"

Depression..

He speaks on. "I couldn't today. My dad was in one of his happy moods and I couldn't even bring myself to be happy with him. I felt so, so down..lost..afraid and I don't even know why. There's so much pressure in my life. From my dad, my mum, school and everyone I know. I always have to be the best, always. I can't loose. I can't fail. I can't be anything then perfect. I always have to be focused. Everyone is counting on me. I'm not... not free. My future is set by everyone else but me."

I watch him as his fist lightly bangs the table.

"If I screw up once, just once, they all come after me. I feel like I'm wearing a mask everyday of my life and one day when I want to remove the mask, I'm afraid my face will come off as well. I don't know... I don't know who I am and I hate being reminded of it when I feel like this. Like a piece of shit,"

He takes a big breath and lays his head on the table. My mind races, I take out my phone from my pocket and go to my playlist.

Jimin looks up to me when I stand. "We should do something about this depressing feeling,"

He searches both my eyes, "What?" He asks a bit of hope evident in his eyes. I smile and press play on the song.

Lights (Piano Version)
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The few piano keys are played, creating a sweet harmony in the white room.

"You should dance," I say with a smile.

I know he likes to dance so maybe dancing can cure this depressing feeling. By my guess I think he likes the idea because his face gains some colour and he stands. He removes his blazer and I do the same remaining in my school jersey. I sit on the table as he walks to a space provided. He closes his eyes and breathes in.

"I like the lyrics of this song," I say and let the keys play out until the chorus. "It goes like this When I close my eyes in darkness, there's a light that shines so brightly, it's your light. Woah. When you shine brightly I smile. Together we move forward you and I woah. You're my light, you're my light. In the darkness, I'll stand by your side no matter what," he smiles when I sing. "I may have added the last part in but that's what I want you to know,"

He closes his eyes yet again and begins to dance. His dancing soothes the pain and stress that I didn't know I was feeling till now. The dance is nothing hardcore hip hop, but it is a smooth ballad ballet.
How is it that he doesn't know the song but his body moves in tempo with the music and on point.

Is this what Seolhyun feels when being with him..or am I just feeling something else?

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My note:
For a second I thought that Yoona was gonna dance with him. But no she's a singer

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