𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐦𝐢𝐧

1-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

It's happening again—the deep sounds of whispers are echoing in Jimin's sleep, so much so that they have stirred him awake from his slumber and now he can't return to it. He should be accustomed to it, they've been going on ever since he was a child, even if these whispers stopped for a while they've returned now and it's sincerely irking Jimin. His eyes have grown red and tired as he shifts in his bed, the soft white sheets glowing dully in the cascading beam of the moon outside, the illuminance that is slipping from his closed glass window

It was cold out, and Jimin liked to believe that keeping his window shut might keep the whispering sounds of the trees at bay but it clearly didn't work at all. For a better grasp, Park Jimin is a nineteen-year-old boy, living with his grandparents in the countryside, their house is located near the forest but isn't too far away from the city as he takes a bus every morning to school and it only takes him 35 minutes to do so. It's a somber area, thriving in the glory of Mother Earth's nature while also living simultaneously comfortably with the aid of modern technology and the bustling world that is a few miles apart from them

Jimin is a happy kid, he loves his grandparents dearly who love and care for him all the well too. He does well at school and the death of his parents that happened when he was three doesn't really affect him any longer now that he has found solace in the fact. He has great friends whom he loves solemnly and they return the affection, a financial background that isn't hefty but prime enough. In conclusion, he has everything he could ever desire and life is the happiest for him, there is no trouble that could ever vex him

Except for one, sleeping. Ever since he was little, he'd always had trouble sleeping, his room's window opened right into the forest and because of that, the howling of animals and winds and rustling of trees and shrubs had always bothered him immensely. Though with these natural sounds also comes a rather peculiar one, something similar to a whisper, Jimin had always chalked it up to something from outside, a loose branch running against the rough surface of their bricked house or anything else but now that he lays wide awake in his bed

With the whispering the only sound he can hear Jimin wants nothing more than it to stop. When it had stopped around the age of fifteen, Jimin had been immensely happy, but now that it has started again since a few months sleeping has become more of a task than rest. His body is tired when he switches around in his bed, sighing deeply and shutting his eyes tight as though that would silence the whispering sounds. His room is a tapestry of the most comforting depictions of chiaroscuro, the edges of it are dark and bathed in shadows while the middle of it is illuminated by the glow of the moon.

Jimin sighed deeply for the umpteenth time that night and got up from his bed, looking over at the clock that was ticking incessantly, a light gleam coming from its screen when Jimin read the digits on it 3:15. The blond boy sighed, his hair a mess as he ran his fingers through it and took off the sheets from his body. Sliding down the bed he slips his feet into his fluffy slippers and walks toward the bathroom, opening the door as it creaks and brightens the rest of his room with the light that comes from inside of it

His walls are a tranquil shade of novel lilac and deep grey, hung above his bed are flower-shaped lights that are turned off. His furniture is white and deep grey matching the theme of the room, on his bedside is a flower vase with white tulips inside of it, a photo frame with his grandparents in it alongside a glass of water which is half full. On his other bedside are a clock and his belongings, a white closet that's in the corner of the room, and his sheer lilac curtains that cover basically nothing. There are a few other decorations such as a fluffy deep purple rug in front of his bed and a table and chair in another corner but the light doesn't reach that far and Jimin closes the door before the vision can meet the eye.

Once the blond boy is done with his business, he walks over to the wash basin and opens the faucet, letting the cold water drip down as he sighs deeply, feeling the puny effects of slumber disperse completely and now he's wide awake, washing his hands before he splashes the water on his face. Turning off the faucet he looks up in the mirror and finds himself looking completely disheveled, the lack of sleep hadn't only been messing with his head but his appearance too, and before a small but cute pout of annoyance could form on his lips he shook his head and grabbed the towel, drying his face and deciding he'll put an end to this at once so his beloved sleep can return to him.