You broke the lamp.
You broke the TV.
And you tossed the popcorn bowl out of Yoongi's hands.

How did this all happen, you ask?

I'll tell you how...

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It was a Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday's are so...unnecessary? You and Jimin both agreed on that fact as it was a new week, the same routine, the same events that happened during the day, and the same skin-ship the both of you committed to.

You'd constantly peck his cheek. He'd peck your forehead. Hands inseparable, you were surprised little small hand-babies didn't grow from how hard, sweet, and loving his grip would be on yours. It got to the point where his warmth, his care, and his hold would start to make you naturally sweat. This an addition to all the things Park Jimin was allowing you to re-experience...

Now, you sat near a couch, leaning against the side with a float while the members were discussing what the plans were for the rest of the week. Like always, they were headed off to practice and you grumbled under your breath over how unmotivated you were to even walk. Listening in on their conversations, the vocal line and Hoseok went off to finish their recordings for the evening, while Yoongi and Namjoon stayed back to rest.

Seeing Jimin bend down to take your hand before he left, you shook your head. He was confused to your refusing and subtly pretended to tie at his shoes so he could whisper over at you. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," you sighed out before bringing your knees to your chest, "I was just planning on letting you go without me...go and work stress-free today."

"Would you quit thinking of yourself as a burden?" he mumbled, looking over at Jungkook and Jin who hurried him up. Jimin smiled nervously in their direction before pointing out a finger and bringing his finger out, 'one sec' he quickly interjected before popping out his other foot to tie.

Jungkook's brows furrowed at Jimin untying, then retying his laces. Curious, Jungkook could've sworn Jimin's mouth moved, but did he want to question and make sure of it? No. So the maknae just watched and remained sneaky.

"I don't feel that way," you lied, smiling in his direction, "It's just its been quiet for quite some time at this point. Thing hasn't come back...I've gotten stronger...maybe I..." you trailed off.

Jimin's smile was small as he finished for you, "Maybe you don't need me anymore?"

"I know I do, you're the anchor," you said, chuckling nervously when seeing his eyes narrow in amusement. "I'll always need you during this process."

"But you want space."

"Yes?" you asked, feeling sick as you said it with a tight smile. You were just so scared over how dependent you were on him. From the way he held you and soothed you on a regular, the more you let this happen, the more you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else but him – and knowing your situation, that could be bad. Feeling what you felt for Jimin could be very bad.

"I understand," he said, chuckling as he ties the loops at his sneakers slow. "But if this is about not wanting me to worry constantly, just know that I'll probably be worrying even more when not around you."

How could someone not have their heart flutter at that? You groaned internally but kept the tight smile on your face as a reply to him. Jimin smiled before side-glancing over at everyone who waited for him. Seeing as they weren't looking, he mumbled a sweet 'bye' before kissing your temple and standing to his feet.

You stared at his back as he left, a small smile falling from your face before hearing the room go quiet. Staring over at Namjoon and Yoongi for a while, your eyes directed towards Yoongi hard. He was your bias, he was in the same room as you, but for some reason your mind and heart kept thinking of Jimin who was long gone.

"I'm going to sleep hyung," Namjoon sighed out, blinking as he moved past your toes and towards the hallway. He didn't even wait for Yoongi to say a word as he went off to his own world. Watching his legs, you glanced away from his thin body and over to Yoongi again.

You were left staring in awe for a while as he moved around the house. Making himself something to eat, you did nothing, in silence, just watching the idol eat in the kitchen standing and scrolling through his phone. You leaned your head onto the couch's arm, knowing you didn't need it. Sighing, you blinked a few good times before closing your eyes to further dwell in the nice quiet around you.

"You know you can't sleep, right?"

You jumped. Eyes meeting familiar ones, your chest heaved when looking at Jimin right in the face. Taking a moment to understand that it wasn't Jimin but Thing disguised as him, your anger boiled. "Couldn't you have waited a few minutes before coming after me? I was so relaxed."

"I'm sorry," Thing piped, grinning, "But does it look like I give a shit about your relaxation? My goal is to get you ramped up with adrenaline rather than soothed."

"Makes sense." You mumbled in irritation, hating that Thing took in the face of Jimin when confronting you now.

"You figure out what to do yet?" Thing asked, blinking in boredom when you grunted and stood on our feet in frustration. "I'm getting a little impatient waiting for you here. Clock is ticking."

"Then why not just tell me?! I'm clearly struggling and I know you see it every day because you're just around the corner watching and spying, waiting for the perfect moment to come in and piss me off. Just tell me and get it over with!"

Thing moved its finger that matched Jimin's tiny ones into it's ear. "Yikes, quit the yelling. I'm right here. Indoor voices, indoor voices." It grinned cunningly and it was odd to see on such a sweet face. "I would love to tell you, I really would," Thing sighed out, dramatic, "But I can't. That's just how to rules work."

"Who makes these rules?" you said through your teeth, your fists harsh and tight. You could feel the energy within you starting to pulse with strength that you had been storing for the past two weeks.

"If I win, If I kill you, we'll both figure it out because I don't know either."

Your brows furrowed at that but before you could say anything, Thing mumbled out. Its presence was cocky, cunning, and overall bored with its intentions. It made Jimin look like an asshole expecting a fist-fight with every word that slipped from it's mouth.

"Again, with the bush beating and secrets."

"You wished you were getting your bush beat but that's not the case, now is it dead girl?"

Your eyes widened at that. About to scream over at Thing again, you didn't. You held it in, shaking and seeing how it was smirking over the anger that was obvious. Thing was purposely trying to get you angry and you didn't know why. All you could understand was that it was probably because of what Thing was sent to do. Thing made you mad, scared, and any other type of negative feeling just so it could get closer to winning.

"I know what you're trying to do," you said appalled, "You're trying to make me feel terrible...trying to have me think negatively to sway me into your 'Plan B'. But guess what, I may not know a lot about what the anchor must do to save me, but it's obvious over what your plan is."

Thing crossed its arms over it's chest. Smiling large, its eyes narrowed. All you saw was Jimin and it was weird to you how silenced your heart was. Your body knew it wasn't Jimin and that is the only part that kept you going.

"Oh really?"

"You're the negative end of the spectrum and the anchor is the positive. I'm hopeful around him and terrified around you. That's what that is isn't it. The more hopeful I get, the stronger I become and more likely to defeat you and protect myself. The more hopeful I am, the stronger Jimin is into winning, and you weaken. You won't win as long as I stay hopeful..."

The grin was still there. "Bravo," it said, laughing before pacing slow around the coffee table as it talked.

Yoongi was whistling to himself as he popped popcorn in the kitchen.

"I'm on to you."

"You know a bit, don't get too cocky." Thing laughed.

"I know enough."

Smirk, still strong. "Do you though?"

Your nails were digging into your palm.

"Now you see," Thing waved Jimin's cute hands in the air, "I am the negative part of this journey. And yes, it's true that I need you to be at your lowest so I can come and scoop you up for the win. You've figured that much out and I applaud you. But you still know nothing about my plan – that may I add, seems to be working – and who I am, or how we know each other."

Know each other? Your brain targeted, sudden anger growing terrified as Thing continued to taunt.

"What you're supposed to have known by now isn't my intentions or my place in the holding cell," it said, voice echoed, "You're supposed to have figured out who I am, why I exist, and why Jimin is so important."

"Who are you?" Your voice wavered and cracked. The strength that you practiced for diminishing for a second as you allowed the fear from when you first saw Thing come out.

"Choose you choose me," Thing sang. It was in Jimin's voice so it sounded perfect; your heart didn't flutter.

"What does that mean?"

"Choose you choose me."

You glared hard, anger, irritation, and built up frustration over not understanding a thing in this cell was starting to come forth again. Suddenly, the hopeful attitude you had started to sink into helplessness and confusion. You doubted whether or not you would actually make it out of this alive...

Thing side-grinned, feeling your mind and aurora start to shift. Thing knew everything about you, your thoughts, your mind, and how you were feeling. It felt the helplessness and continued with its job at the messenger. "I've given enough evidence for you to be putting the dots together," Thing explained, "...but you choose to ignore everything I give you as you hide behind your anchor – who by the way, if I must add – is never going to feel the same way."

Your head shot up at that. "What're you talking about?"

Thing chuckled and it made your skin crawl. "Don't play innocent, I know how you feel about him. It was an obvious catch. I get it, he's attractive, sweet, determined to get you back as he shows you that he cares...but we both know that the clear love and appreciation you feel for him will never be reciprocated back."

"You don't know him."

Thing smiled, "But I do. If you could figure out who I am, everything I say would justify and become true to you. Believe me when I say this, you're nothing but a burden he's dealing with to erase from his life."

"Stop."

"You feel it too, no?"

You hated how Thing was smiling as he spoke. The fact that those words were coming from an illusion that looked just like the boy you cared about wasn't helping the helplessness, the worthlessness, and the emptiness you felt at your body, chest, senses...everything that Jimin built and had you re-experience gone.

"He sees you bleeding, he gets scared of you. Deep down, you're just another stress and mission in his life that he gets a thrill on completing. He doesn't care about you," Thing popped out.

You ignored Yoongi who continued to whistle to himself. Popcorn in a bowl, he crashed on to the couch as he started to flip through the TV before him and lazily eat. He couldn't see any of what was happening before him, let alone hear how devastated you were getting every time Thing spoke.

"He does. Jimin is a caring person."

"He is, don't get me wrong." Thing shot it's hands up, Jimin's small eyes moved to open wide as Thing sat on to the coffee table with a sigh, "He's caring to the living, he's caring to those he loves and cherishes, he's caring to those he appreciates. You. You're not a part of that scheme and you know it. You feel it every time he treats you like a baby, every time he touches you or stares too long at your face. He doesn't consider you a human with insecurities and vulnerabilities. You're just a scary Halloween miracle that got dropped into his lap, one he's excited to play around with."

You didn't say anything, the anger back along with the strength that started to pulse and throb at your skull. You wanted to punch something. You wanted to punch, kick, and fling Thing around but you didn't do anything just yet. Not yet.

"You know you'll be nothing more than the dead fan he feels bad for killing," Thing pouted, exaggerated and not meaning it.

"Shut up," you snarled, staring at Jimin's face that seemed to be the one saying all these things.

"Humans are shallow, trust me, I know since I've been one. I know your history with others and can say wholeheartedly that you're shallow yourself. None may want to admit it but there's a deep-down thirst for certain qualities that we don't got. I'm that. I'm that thirst, that darkness inside you. I know how you feel and accept it. Join me."

You screamed, growling as you ran to go attack Thing. The illusion of Jimin simply ticked its tongue in disapproval, saddened that you'd attack so soon as it stood by the small dresser that held fans gifts and a lamp that highlighted the room. Chest heaving, hands piercing and eyes darting, you turned to look at Thing wiggling its finger in a 'no' formation.

"He doesn't care about you!" Thing laughed as you started to fun over towards it again. "Jimin doesn't love you, he doesn't! He's just as shallow as you once were! One look! One look!" Thing screeched in joy as you rushed and flung your hand out. Bumping into the dresser, your angered eyes were confused as the lamp flickered and fell. You caught it. You could hold an object that wasn't Jimin in that moment.

In the anger, you held the lamp that shut off and blinked. Growling and facing Thing who was smiling and proud by the TV. You ran, you ran fast and threw the lamp towards Thing who vanished again causing the lamp to smash straight into the television that was glowing with images.

Thing said one last thing, a growl escaping it as well before it left for good. "Figure out who I am. Figure out a way to fight and get stronger. Your anchor doesn't love you in the way you love him, don't fall for his playful games. Understood?"

You whined, hating that the lamp didn't hit Thing. Using your new restored power in anger, you pushed the table that lamp was previously on far. It slid and hit the side of the coffee table. The same coffee table Yoongi was resting his feet on.

Yoongi's mouth was wide open. A popcorn rested at his bottom lip in horror as he forgot how to chew and swallow. Here he was, sat and focused on watching what was on, only to see the table wiggle and a few presents fall to the ground. Then the lamp flickered and whipped in mid-air. Eyes widening and unable to find strength in his scream, Yoongi watched as a gust of wind suddenly had the lamp fly over to the TV he was watching. Jumping cutely in his spot, Yoongi found that to be a threat to him. The minute the table screeched along the panels of the floor and hit the side of the coffee table hard, Yoongi's throat whined, "Ah." It was a pathetic, weak, and unaidable noise.

Your anger-self looked over at Yoongi who was on the couch. Frustration getting the best of you, your mouth moved into fucked-up smile as you hoped on to the coffee table and had it shake below your feet. Looking at Yoongi terrified, it didn't occur to you how terribly you were behaving as the sudden strength you felt inside you refreshed you. Angry, tired, and on your own, you allowed your fingers to tap the side of his bowl before whipping it across the room and away from his fingers.

Yoongi snapped his head towards the bowl that went flying, crashed into the wall, and cracked into pieces as it fell to the floor. He swallowed so hard, staring at the popcorn for the longest time as he froze in surprise. He couldn't believe his eyes.

He stayed frozen for a long while before he did it. He screamed so loud.

"What to do? What to do?!" Yoongi screeched as he fled the unbelievable scene.

Yoongi's eyes were wide. Tripping over his feet and trying to get past the cushions of the couch, the peace he sat in was destroyed. Spitting onto his chin as he opened his mouth to scream, his ankles felt pain when he slapped the wooden floors with his presence as ran, he ran, he ran so fast.

"NAMJOON-AHHHHHH!" he screeched, terrified over what he had just seen with both of his sane eyes.

Your grin was cunning as your back hunched over like an animal on the coffee table. Watching him run, your beck cracked to the side as you proudly jumped off the table and stood to your feet. Smile falling as your sudden eyes flickered in blindness, you panicked before looking at the TV screen that was blackened and cracked completely from you throwing the lamp over.

What you saw made your smile fall, your eyes soften. You realized what you just did to Yoongi and the pit at your stomach made you want to throw up. What you saw in the busted reflection for a second was how dark your eyes looked. The whites of your eyes were greying and the red rings by the pupils were tame but strong. They flickered, flickered and you blinked. Suddenly, your eyes were back and you were no longer smiling like a wild animal.

Your chest heaved for air as you looked at the disaster that was the room.

Terrified, saddened, and suddenly knowing more answers, your voice was soft as you didn't stop staring at your reflection that was back to normal through the TV screen.

"I know who Thing is," you said lowly, epiphany hitting.

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