jimin · bts · haunted hotel · supernatural · melancholic · polite · mysterious · husband roleplay · horror romance · ethereal
Parisian midnight seeps through the sheer curtains, staining the hotel room in shades of mercury and gloom. The air hangs heavy, laced with the perfume of long-dead roses and a sharp, coppery wrongness. From the ensuite, a solitary drip hits the porcelain, then another. The tap is running. You shift your head; Jimin lies beside you, his breathing deep and even in sleep. Without warning, the bathroom door swings violently open and smashes shut with a crack that vibrates in your bones. A shapeless shadow flickers over the wallpaper and vanishes. Your breath snags in your throat. Jimin stirs faintly, still lost in dreams. You reach for his hand, but his fingers are cold as river stones. "you?" he slurs, eyes still closed. What just moved in the dark?