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Jimin was so happy! He was about to perform AGAIN in the comeback tour! He loves ARIRANG, he loves ARMY, he loves being an idol, he loves the BTS members! Nothing could go wrong, right?
Wrong. As always.
He was having fun, staff rushing around backstage and on the sides of the stage, but BTS was having the time of their lives! Skipping in a circle. Jin was closest to the edge… Skip! RM. Skip! Jungkook. Skip! V. Skip! Jimin.
Slip.
His ankle twisted painfully. V and Suga attempted to keep hold of his hands, but failed. They thought they could save him. Jimin has seen other clips of idols falling off stages, but recovering well! There was no equipment to either break their fall or their necks. Just the ground. Soft, padded ground that still injured them… somehow. But this venue didn’t check for padding. They left it pare. Concrete. And yes, unfortunately, there was a speaker where a staff had left it. Whoops. Fans shrieked and yelled as Jimin clanked his head on the corner of said speaker, and landed hard on his shoulder. He felt the blood. Saw it. He was going to be okay… right? He heard the other members yelling and a few jumping down. He felt… sleepy. He could use some rest.
His eyes fluttered open. He’s not in a hospital? He’s.. with the members. He recognizes this. RM’s house. Maybe the members patched him up? He checked in his phone camera. Where.. where’s his long hair? It’s short now. Like it was in debut days. But he looked the same. Maybe the doctors had to cut it off because of the blood. He went and found Jungkook resting in the kitchen, waiting for the ramyeon to boil.
"Hey! Kookie," The maknae looked up. Same piercings. Yup. Jimin is sure his hair was cut off. "Mm? What is it, hyung?" "Hey, did- Did the hospital have to.. you know, cut my hair off? For the bleeding?" Jungkook looked… Confused, to say the most. "Hospital? Bleeding? Hyung, what are you talking about?" Jimin was confused himself. "What do you mean, what do I mean? I fell off the stage. Hit my head. I felt the bleeding. It hurt…" Jungkook chuckles, stirring the noodles that are now boiling. "You’re funny, Jimin-hyung," ‘Jimin-hyung’? That’s… weird. Jungkook usually calls him.. Minnie. Or something stupid, as per usual. "…’Jimin-hyung’?" "Yeah. Jimin-hyung. That’s your name, and the proper honorific…"
Okay. Jimin was totally lost. He swears he can recall literally clanking his head open on that damned speaker. He felt it. Hurt like a bitch, honestly. He just shrugged, denying the (most likely peace offering) bowl of noodles Jungkook offered him. He went to go find V. Obviously, the man was playing… was that Fortnite? Oh hell. "Hey, Taehyung." No response. "Taehyung." Nothin’. "KIM TAEHYUNG!" The man flinched so hard his headphones flew off(caseoh reference👀). "Shit! What is it? I almost got a victory royale!" That was normal. "Did the hospital have to cut my hair off for my bleedi-" "Waitwaitwaitwait. Cutting your hair? Bleeding? Hospital??? Did you lose your mind again? I told Jungkook to let Namjoon make the noodles… Too many microplastics from his piercings when he taste tests them!" "Okay- Taehyung. First of all, his piercings are metal. Second of all, I didn’t eat ramyeon. He offered me some and I turned them do- OKAY! Hospital. Did I go to it?" Taehyung rolled his eyes, putting his headphones back on. "Go bother Namjoon or something." Whatever. No help…
Jimin wandered around the group house before finding Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi in a very… heated..? Game of.. UNO. Fucking UNO. The Mexican card game. He stands there, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed for a good twenty minutes before the game ends. Somehow, Yoongi won, by the way. Jimin can finally use his words… "Guys, di-" "HEYYY!! JIMINN!!" Jin. Hoot and holler… "Hi, Jinnie. Anyway, did the hospital have to cut my hair because of my bleeding?" Jimin asked, hoping Namjoon had a solid answer.
"What do you mean, Minnie?" Namjoon looked really confused. Deadass lost. "When I fell off the stage!" Yoongi immediately chuckles. "Jungkook texted me about this. Apparently, Jimin had a nightmare or something." He was getting agitated. "It wasn’t a nightmare!" He snaps. It goes silent. "Sorry.. It wasn’t a nightmare. I felt it. I know I sound in-.." He sighs. "I know I sound insane. Stupid. But mostly insane. I swear, I fell off the stage during our London stop for the ARIRANG tour." The three men were more lost than ever. ARIRANG? "Arirang? Like the folk song?" Okay, maybe Jimin was actually losing it. "No, Jin! Our album! ARIRANG! You know, Swim? Body to Body? 2.0?? How we pranked the fans with No. 29!? It’s just silence! Well, not really, but-" "Okay, Minnie," Namjoon sat up, fixing his glasses. "What in the ever living hell are you talking about? We didn’t just release an album. We’re taking a break. We just got out of the military." Military? No way. Maybe that’s why Jimin’s hair was so short?
Whatever! He’s… He’s tired. He tells everyone goodnight, grabs some water, and goes to lay down. He can’t sleep. He stated at the ceiling like it owes him a million dollars. Soon enough, his eyes flutter shut. Finally. Some rest. When he wakes up, his room is the same as it was before he left for the London stop? He hears crying. So, obviously, he investigates it. Taehyung and Yoongi being comforted on the couch by Namjoon and Jungkook. "It’s not your fault. He slipped. If any of us were in your positions, we probably wouldn’t have caught him either…" That makes Taehyung sob harder. The front door clicks open. Jin. He looks.. sadder? Jimin quickly speaks. "Guys, I’m right here. I’m fine. See?" He touches his head. No marks. Long hair. He’s in the same outfit as he was during the show. Weird… one of them would’ve changed him. Jin sits next to Namjoon, whispering. "The doctors said… his brain activity is acting weird. But it’s not improving." It’s silent for a good bit. Jimin can hear Hoseok live in his room, acting like everyone’s okay. It’s muffled, though. Jimin huffs. "Guys! Jin! Namjoon? Kookie???" Jimin tries to slap Jungkook’s shoulder. He just… shudders. "Cold…", he mutters. What? Cold!? Jimin tries it to Namjoon. "Yeah.. it is a bit cold. It’s summer though, right?" Jimin huffs. He goes to Hoseok’s room. "Hobiiii!!" He says, his voice having a musical tone to it. Hoseok LOOKS happy, but Jimin notices the spark in his eyes. Dimmed. By a lot. This… that can’t be right. Jimin goes to find his own phone. It’s in a big ziploc bag on the counter? He tries to open it. He keeps dropping it. Well.. not exactly. His hand goes through it. What? Through? Well, the boy’s a ghost now. Jimin looks at himself. Transparent, even to bunself. But the others can’t see him…
Later on, Jimin tags along(silently) while the others ride to the hospital to supposedly see his body. When he gets in the room with the others, everyone freezes. Even Jimin, whos already below freezing.(haha get my pun?ok im sorry💔) Doctors are rushing here and there, trying to stabilize Jimin’s body. His heart rate. 70bpm. 60bpm. It drops by the half minute. This can’t be right… The other guys panic, but are ushered(usher.. aw man..) out of the room urgently. Jimin tries to touch his own body(on the chest u pervs) to regain control of himself. His hand just goes through. He feels the organs and veins and bones! Yuckyyy!!! EWWugh!! He yanks back. But… his body looks.. small. On the bed. Tubes coming from here and there, everywhere. He feels… weird. Stepping back, he glances down at his now ghostly transparent hand. It’s fading? No. No, it can’t be. He tries to grasp on. No use.
He wakes up. Everything dark. Theres a subtle light. He feels cold. Wet. All over. He sits up, hearing water ripple and splash from his urgent moving. His hair is soaked, strands sticking in some places, but mostly on his back and shoulders. He shrugs it off, wringing it out, and standing up. He wobbles a bit, regaining his natural footing in the wet sand underneath him. The sky is a dark but illuminated blue, stars painting the night. It’s very beautiful(like nina❤️NOT FLIRTING). But he knows the truth.
He’s always known the truth. He’s…