Jimin walked into the dorm, rushing when having heard the impossible over the phone. The other members were shocked over Yoongi witnessing objects flying in the room and destroying, while Jimin, well this member was more worried about why this happened since he already knew who it was. Praying it wasn't Thing who attacked you, the pit in his stomach stretched and pained; never ending until he caught the sights of you and held you in his arms.

Running with the members, they slammed the door open and rushed in. As they got to the threshold of the living room space, the members were gawking, eyes widening more than when they had heard the news on the phone. Jimin swallowed hard, an uneasy feeling cascading his impulses when seeing the TV that was ripped a part, a lamp beaten in with glass shreds sprinkling the floors, and the dresser-table that held the fan gifts slid to the middle of the room. Everything looked misplaced and tampered with.

This didn't help Jimin's wariness, as now, he was forced to feel scared for you and his life that neighboured possible threat.

As the members gawked and searched to attend to Yoongi and his horrifying experience, Jimin ran to his room and overall every other room, trying to find you. Receiving a few concerned glances from the members that saw him run into the hall, they choked it up to him being shocked and needing to be alone. As for now, they were catering to Yoongi's shaking of words and body.

Jimin thrusted through his bedroom door, hearing the doorknob hit the wall of his room as the door unbelievably shook. Not seeing you anywhere else, his face loosened from the tenseness when seeing you right there. On his bed, flipping through a few of the books he had borrowed. With a distance look on your face, you didn't even bother glancing up at him as his face was flustered. In his heart, Jimin had expected you to be gone, but no, you were right there, in front of him. Face not scared, nor did it hold any expression all together. You seemed...different.

"Wha-" he shut his eyes, feet and fingers quick as he walked inside his room and struggled to close the door behind him. As he did, his legs flexed with the marching he performed to walk straight to you. He got a little too close out of fright and you fixed the grave distance by phasing into the bed. Body in between the center of the bed, Jimin stood in his spot with confusion.

"What happened out there? Are you alright?" Jimin asked, voice shaking.

You noticed his shock and didn't smile, nor did you comfort him as you pursed your lips and awkwardly nodded to the events. "I did it."

He looked more in crisis than before. "Wh-a- wait, how'd you-" he stopped in his sentence before catching your hands toss a book, an object, out of your hands and his puzzlement grew. "You're, you can hold things now?" He smiled, breathily laughing before having the expression diminish and form back to what it was before.

"Well," you corrected your previous claim, "Technically Thing helped me get to that point..." You trailed off, knowing how insane you probably sounded by addressing Thing's manipulation as 'help' instead of what it truly was.

"Thing came after you again?" Jimin's entire body softened. He blinked, thinking of his assumptions to be true. Where his mind led him now was a dark hole of no coming back. He jumped to conclusions and wished to instantly be able to phase himself so he could move through the bed and join where you stood.

"Yes."

"Did it hurt you?"

You tried not to have your lips curl in from discomfort from his words. Blinking and trying to get past everything that bottled within you, it took a lot to come forth with what you had been reflecting, stuck in his room for the past hours. You had the epiphany hit, processed your theories, and now everything that came as an outcome to Thing and its existence made sense to you. Thing made sense.

"No, it, or she..." Your nostrils moved as if mimicking a heartbeat, "or me. Me. Thing is me."

Jimin laughed a little. Unanswered questions from when he first barged in were even more consistent when now he was bombarded with even new ones. Asking on, his voice was whimpered and low, "What? What happened while I was gone?"

"Thing came, sent some truth my way," you sighed in an tone laced with boredom, "Gave more hints and more exposure to this fucking holding cell I'm in, made me fight, made me grab, made me strong. I wasn't able to hit it, but I was able to hit everything else."

His smile, his exposure, his exterior, all faltered when realization over the events in the living room space hit. "Y-You did that to hyung?"

"I couldn't control it," you whispered out, trying not to re-visit how good and powerful it felt to let the darkness Thing left behind consume you for a moment. "I-It felt so good and my eyes...I noticed Thing and my eyes and it all made sense, it all made sense."

Jimin panicked, still under a dark cloud of confusion. "Okay, why don't you sit and we can talk about this...I'm sure Thing isn't you that's insane, why-"

"When I died and woke near the wheel of your tour bus," you started, interrupting the man that was clearly wanting to sit for his own conscious state, "I woke up fearless. I jumped around in happiness, I screamed and played around. I even humped the side of people and the bus only to recognize that I could phase through objects."

Jimin nodded, closing his lips and tensing his jaw so he could collect himself as he listened to you speak of the theory you had been coming up with since encountering Thing this time.

"I felt light. I felt different from when I was alive, from when I was human. How is it possible for someone who just temporarily died to feel nothing, no burden, no stresses, no immediate sadness mourning over their own death? Even you, the first few moments you met me asked why I didn't take everything so seriously."

Jimin nodded again, remembering that. He frankly didn't understand your state either, how coolly-chilled you were about everything that surrounded death.

"I thought it was because you didn't want to be alive again...for reasons unknown to me."

You pursed your lips, knowing how crazy this sounded.

"What if, in the moment of the freak accident and the inhabiting of the holding cell, I was split."

"Split?"

You nodded. "My lighter side, my brighter side, the full function of what a human should inevitably carry themselves as. How I should have turned out, while Thing, another fraction of my mind that is never talked about. The negative, the horrendous thoughts, the secrets, the depression, the suicide and the want to constantly let go."

Jimin blinked. "Were you suicidal?" he whispered soft, everything slowly creeping up to him to make sense. Everything, your theory, made sense. But he had trouble stomaching it all at once. Jimin sat down when you didn't say anything, looking like a person who had just witnessed death before his eyes.

You ignored that talk as you stemmed away and back to Thing. "The separation, this divide, maybe that's what caused Thing's hands, real hands to be burnt. Maybe the separation was ruled a good transition for me but a poor transition for my darker side."

"That explains it-" he pursed his lips, blinking before saying, "Thing coming for you right after you woke. Only to later grow stronger when you genuinely started to think of yourself as dead."

"Exactly, the more helpless I got the more powerful Thing began," you remembered the beginning, "But the more hopeful I got to living, the more you spoke about it, the less Thing showed up – Thing weakened and the only power this version of me held was: talk. No longer crawling on walls, no longer flinging me around. Its power became solely based on impression, convincing, talk and want for me to be on the side. Thing can't do anything without the negativity around me winning and I can't help but want to help."

Jimin's face flung over at that. "What're you saying?"

"This side, this version of me, this Thing...it's me. It's me and the only way I'll fully be able to grasp strength and my full abilities will be from understanding and interacting with Thing more."

"Thing is dangerous."

You smiled at that. "Thing is me...it's a fraction of me I'm missing. That darkness, all that is still me. Thing isn't a monster."

"On its own, without any of the other human characteristics, this side of you can clearly be viewed as dangerous," Jimin argued, looking at you as if you had gone mad, "Thing is a monster. Thing isn't you." His eyes were soft and craving for you to consider them with acceptance of his truth.

You didn't.

His jaw flexed, and his eyes adjusted to the hardened state of the room. "What happens the more you interact with it...other than making it more powerful and resulting in your dying for good?"

"My theory ends with me becoming Thing. The more I'm around the negativity, the more it will become me and maybe, I don't know, maybe the power will manifest so strongly that I'll find my way to my body myself," you shrugged, eyes saddened as you finished your sentence. "The more I let negativity in, the closer I get to becoming Thing permanently...maybe that's what's in store for me...maybe being alive isn't it."

Jimin looked like his penis snapped in half. The pain in his face was severe as he whispered, "You're not seriously thinking letting Thing take you away is the answer."

"I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't thinking about it."

"Y/N..." Jimin's heart broke. The fact that he could see the tears at your eyes simply made him want to run over and hug you. Reaching over to the center of the bed so he could grab you, you shifted away, facing fast towards the door.

Your cheeks were wet as you held a few books in your hands. "Let me just, let me just figure this out a little on my own alright?"

Jimin stood onto his feet, his head shaking as his eyes started to sting again. "N-No, Y/N this isn't the way – you're letting the negative side win, I-I-"

"I'll figure it out on my own."

Jimin's feet were fast as he tripped over towards you. His body trembled, and it was obvious from how light his fingers shook. "I can help you, let me help you. I'm your anchor..."

You tried not to painfully smile at that as you blinked back tears. "Right," you sighed out, hugging the books to your chest, "Just my anchor, right? That's the only reason you care so much for this?"

"I don't understand. You mad at me or something?" Jimin's eyes narrowed, water falling to his cheek. You didn't let him touch you as you kept flinching back.

You pursed your lips, shaking your head. "N-No, I'm not mad I'm not. I'm just more aware of what this is." You pointed between your chest and his and Jimin's confusion deepened.

"Wha-"

"I'll be back soon," you whispered, unable to look at him any longer.

With one last glance, you left through the door and it didn't take him long to yank the door open and run after you nearing the door for a complete exit.

"Y/N wait!" Jimin grunted in frustration when you left. Huffing in a breath and staring long-fully at the ground, he tried to collect all the information on Thing given to him and the fact that you just rolled on out. Figuring you had waited just to tell him all and walk out, his heart broke further. Breath shaking, Jimin looked up from his feet, hands defeated at his hips, and eyes meeting numerous shocked gazes.

It was the boys. All they saw were floating books in the air, rushing towards the door. Followed by Jimin running after them, calling out a name and silencing himself in agitation. The boys forgot how to breathe, their eyelids strained from being so open, wide, and shocked.

"Explain now please," Taehyung's voice acts up, squeaky and terrified as he watches all the colour from Jimin's face drain away.

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A/N: another chapter out in a few hours....hopefully lmao :)