~ The Forest ~ | Min Yoongi × Park Jimin

What if there was a place...
A place where time stopped completely, and every day was perfect, where nothing could go wrong? A place... that had its good side... and its bad side as well.

Park Jimin is a college student, studying biology and science. One hot and sticky day in June, he and his class trek out to the forest on the edge of civilization. Bored out of his mind, he has no choice but to find something to do. As he walks deeper and deeper into the trees, he comes upon a house. Here, in the middle of an open meadow, the light shines pure, and time does not exist. There, he meets Min Yoongi, who is trapped inside his own wonderland, never able to escape.


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     I hear his heart speed up, and can sense the fear in his eyes.

    "How do you know my name?" Jimin asks with a shaky voice, backing towards the front door.

    "It's on the tag on your backpack, genius." I say sarcastically. He peeks behind him, as if making sure that there was actually a tag there. Sure enough, there was. "Name's Yoongi by the way. If you want to leave in the morning, you can. Just don't go out at night, or the bears'll get you. Loosen up kid, you're too uptight."

    Jimin's shoulders slump in relief, and he sets down his bag. I walk over to the refrigerator, pulling out a water bottle. I gesture towards him, but he just shakes his head. 

    "So.. Yoongi..." he clears his throat, and leans across the marble countertop, fiddling with a silver ring on his left hand. "What made you want to live all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?"

    I stop for a second, looking down at the hardwood floor. I push the water bottle aside, brushing the hair out of my eyes. That ring of his is giving off such a strong aura.. and I feel like I've sensed it before.

    "It's not that I really wanted to live here. The truth is, I've always liked it where it's quiet and serene." I shrug my shoulders, putting my hands in my jean pockets. "To be honest, I've been here for as long as I can remember. Longer than I should be."

     He chuckles quietly, and stops to catch his breath. "You've got to be kidding me, you can't possibly like it all the way out here with no one around, can you?"

     "I find it very hard to leave this place."

    "You're making yourself sound like an old grandpa. Don't act like that, you're so young." Jimin is starting to sound like an arrogant child... so petulant.

    "Not like it matters much anyways.." I end it at that, and continue on. 

     I raise an eyebrow, and change the subject. I point up the stairs, to the first door off the landing.

    "Guest room is up there, make yourself comfortable." I mumble, and he slowly saunters up the steps, adjusting his bag. I take this opportunity to step outside, lighting a cigarette, and watching the white smoke curl and dissipate in the air.

    "I've been in this hellhole for too long," I say, kicking at the ground. I walk off the porch, into the grass, and near the edge of the trees where the forest thickens. I place my hand up, and push it forward, only to be stopped by an invisible wall. It glows around the touch of my fingertips, sending shocks up them.

     When I am able to push my hand all the way through, the skin around it shrivels, becoming old and withered. The veins in my hand are more visible, and my joints ache with age. As soon as I go anywhere outside of here... time catches up with me.

    "You weren't kidding, were you?" says a voice from behind. There stands Jimin, in a black hoodie now, his beanie flattening out his fringe. I exhale, stubbing out the cigarette on the ground. I laugh at his cockiness, at how he just speaks without thinking.

    "I don't make up things too much," I say back. "Why do you think I stay here? If I leave, I die." I walk back up to Jimin, and look in his eyes. He's so innocent, and I don't want him to go. Something just feels... different about him; about the way he acts. That, and I need to know why his ring is so powerful.

    "You should get back inside, if you want to leave early enough." When I make my way back to the front door, he trails behind, trying to catch up. I smirk at him, and his small figure. He looks distant now, and doesn't keep too close compared to how he was when he arrived. 

    Maybe I'm worrying myself too much about having someone find out about me, maybe not. All I have left to do now is wait.


     The items in the guest bedroom are huge, just like everything else in this house. From the size of the mirrors in the bathrooms, to the brand of furniture in the living room, everything here seems so expensive. I find that weird, since Yoongi is apparently "the only person around here for miles," as he says. Why live so extravagantly?

    But what I find even weirder, is what I saw just minutes earlier. The way his hand deteriorated when it went outside the "wall", and the way it glowed around his touch. Can he really never leave? How long has he been alone like this? It scares the shit out of me.

     Somehow, I feel attached to him. Like I was meant to find this place, and meant to come here. It's not like I have anything else to look forward to, other than leading a boring life as an adult, and trying to make everyone else in the world happy with what I can and can't do.

     I don't think I can stay, though... What would my dad say? What would everyone else in my life say? What would I do? I can't sleep here, it feels too awkward. I turn on the lamp on the dresser, and get up, sighing. My throat is dry from not drinking anything in awhile, and I suddenly feel small.

    When I walk down the hallway to reach the steps, I stop at Yoongi's door. It's wide open, showing his figure in the moonlight coming through the curtains. He's curled up in a blanket, his hands between his thighs and his bare back facing me. Against his pure white skin, is a tattoo, twisting around the side of his chest, around his bicep, and up to the nape of his neck. How had I not seen it before?

    He moves in his sleep, switching from one side to the other, so that I can now see his face. I want to know why I suddenly feel like this, and why my heart beats faster when I look up at him. When I look closer at the tattoo, it seems to move, like it has a mind of its own. My left hand suddenly goes numb, and when I look down at it, my once silver ring has now turned a deep, molten purple. 

    I struggle to pull it off, a small tink sounding through the room when I drop it. I curse under my breath, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. I turn around, and tiptoe back to my room.

    Oh, shit...  I say to myself. What the hell was that thing? When I look at the ring again, it's back to normal, like it had been before. Am I dreaming?

    6:57 PM... the time is still the same. My phone is almost dead, and nothing works on it. The screen stays frozen, with some static here and there. I toss it into my bag, pulling the blankets on the bed up to my chin.

    It can't hurt to stay a little longer... and honestly, I don't really want to leave either. What had the world done for me so far? Nothing. 

    I can't help but like the way Yoongi looks at me in curiosity, how he examines my every move. I also can't help but relish his all-over charisma. 

    That, and I think that I just found out that love-at-first-sight does exist. After all, I think he needs someone after being in the darkness so long.

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