Jungkook was writing his exam. He managed to study for it and the reason that he loved art, made it all easier. Jimin was in the house, arranging the table as a big gesture so that he could finally ask Jungkook's forgiveness and contain all the differences, love each other tonight.

Once he set the table with fancy napkins, scented candles, fresh flowers, Jimin smiled proudly and could feel his heart drumming inside. Even though the boy hadn't been like he was before, Jimin did manage to make him trust him again. "Almost forgot."

Running inside the room to his closet, he took out a new ring he had bought for Jungkook. He stood over the stool to take it out from above the shelf but his hand touched something else. Catching the object, he dragged it and found an envelope. If he didn't put it there, it was obvious who did.

Quickly opening it, his blood dried when his eyes found the day he dreaded. The day it all started. On top of it, he recognized Taehyung's handwriting in a heartbeat. Knowing how Jungkook got to know about him, he scoffed with teary eyes. The box of ring in his hand was tautened as he nodded.

Suddenly, he felt a panic attack. He ran to the bathroom to get his medicines, but he couldn't take them. Not when Jungkook has been in touch with Taehyung and he was paranoid as anything.

Taehyung was the only one who knew what happened to him after the accident and he never liked to talk about it. Jungkook knew too. What else did Jungkook know aside from his OCD? He had to know.

With shaky hands, he read the letter and thick tears fell from his eyes. He was grateful that he was alone in the house. Otherwise, he would have fatally harmed anyone in his sight with the number of intrusive thoughts and anger that built inside him.

Rushing out to the dining room, he pulled the clothing off the table, causing everything to collide and fall on the floor with faint thuds and a few shatters. He wanted to end it all. End his life. He ran back maniacally to the bathroom and emptied down all his medicines in the toilet.

Throwing the bottles here and there, he knew he couldn't stay at home. If he wanted Jungkook's safety, he had to go away. He packed a pair of clothes, all while his panic attack, and left the house just in time.

Jungkook arrived at a sight that made his heart jump to his ears. He couldn't understand. The living room looked different. There was another aquarium in the living room, a smaller one by a single coucher. The broken dishes were on the floor. Did someone enter the house and did it? Did someone hurt Jimin? He felt terrified.

Quickly, he took out his phone and called Jimin. The phone rang but the man didn't answer. He called Jimin's driver next. Albeit the driver was with him the entire day, Jungkook assumed that Jimin might have told him something.

**

Worried, Jungkook spent the night staying up alone in the house, and just as the morning arrived, he called Mr. Park.

"Jungkook, how are you?"

"I am good, father. But I haven't heard from Jimin since yesterday. Did he call you or mother?" Jungkook asked, softly sobbing and hiding it.

"We haven't talked in two days, son. Don't worry. I will do something. I will try to contact him."

Jungkook felt hopeless. He cleaned up the house while he waited. The time was running extremely slow and also extremely fast.

It was afternoon and Jimin still didn't return any of his texts or calls. Jungkook didn't know what else to do except sit on the couch, cover his face behind his palms, and cry. "Where did you go?" He croaked.

As the time flew and evening arrived, Jungkook now thought of filing a missing person complaint with the police. Jimin's driver was also constantly trying since last night, but Jimin as if didn't want to be found, he hid well.

As the darkness surrounded the city, Jungkook felt more anxious than before. Did something really wrong happen to him? He knew he now had to go to the police. He couldn't wait anymore.

Immediately, he began to pack a small bag with essentials with an idea to leave and stay with Jimin's parents until he heard back from his husband as he couldn't dare to spend another night alone in the house that turned spooky to him. The same house where he had so many special memories.

He had called the driver and the man was waiting outside when he heard footsteps. "Jimin?" He called but no one responded. Jungkook ran out to find Jimin sitting emotionlessly on a couch.

The entire room was dark except a certain area that was illuminated by a night lamp. It shone Jimin's skin and Jungkook stepped closer hesitantly.

Jimin looked as though he was wasted. His breath was shallow as if he was having a hard time, but on the surface, the man had worn calm and composed expressions. His eyes were hollow and pained.

"Where did you go, Jimin?" Jungkook stepped closer.

"Sit," Jimin spoke in a very small voice but the house was so silent that Jungkook could hear it well. He looked at Jimin's pointed finger and grabbed the couch across the table.

"Do you want to know what's wrong with me?" Jimin asked, now looking directly at Jungkook.

The teen whimpered in fear and gulped. "Before that, I want you to introduce you to someone."

Jungkook's heart raced. Jimin's behavior was bizarre. Almost as eerie as it was when they started talking over the phone. Sometimes Jimin's texts sounded spooky to Jungkook. But this was whole another level.

"Meet Mia," Jimin pointed at an empty couch.

"T-there's no one there." Jungkook could hardly breathe anymore.

"You can't see her. Do you? She says she is proud of her baby brother."

Jungkook stood up, backing away a little. "Stop it, Jimin."

"You think I am lying. I am seeing her sitting right there and she is looking at you," Jimin turned his head at an empty couch. "Should I?" He asked nobody and Jungkook's eyes widened in horror and the older kept talking to the thin air.

"Mia says she is sorry. If she didn't die at a young age of two, your parents wouldn't have been so obsessed to protect you with everything they had." Jimin continued, trying to breathe through it all

Jungkook screamed, covering his ears, and saw Jimin just sitting there, unaffected, looking at an empty couch.

Jungkook felt that darkness was closing in on him from all sides. He couldn't breathe and his skin tingled, hyper-aware of every breath of wind against it.

"STOP!" He yelled.

Jimin stood up now. "You think I am kidding? Hm?" Slowly, he began to walk towards Jungkook. "There, your grandma just arrived." Jimin chuckled and pointed at the kitchen. Jungkook looked around like a person scared to death. "This is what Taehyung wanted you to figure out, hm?"

"Jimin, I beg you. Please stop, I am scared."

"Shh, shh, shh... They won't harm you," Jimin assured as he kept walking forward and Jungkook kept his feet moving backward. "The goldfish... You know, in many mythologies, fish bring good luck in the house."

Jungkook's shaky body looked around. He could see no one and Jimin talked to non-existent people as if they were right there.

"Without them, I can't control who comes and goes. They filter out good spirits and prohibit the evil ones to come inside the house."

Jimin spoke so sincerely that he meant and believed in every word he said. "And you threw them away."

Jungkook shivered as he shook his head side to side.

The distance between them was getting killed and Jimin as if turned blind to Jungkook's condition. The teen shook so hard with goosebumps all over his body. He didn't know if Jimin was going to punish him again for throwing the fish or for hiding the letter from Taehyung.

He pushed the man and took an opportunity to run into the room and closed it. His phone chimed, and with shaky hands, he looked at the notification of Jimin's texts.

I can't come inside, but they can.

Come on out, sweetie. You wanted to know me, right? You were angry that I hid from you. I was trying to protect you.

What do you think of me now, huh? Am I still your hot and sexy husband?

What happened now? Hate me?

Don't like what you hear?

Talk to them for me, baby. They are in the room. They won't go unless you talk to them.

Make sure you talk.