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Should he go in? Or go back downstairs?
Jimin pondered on these questions. He already got his token pouch back. There is no need for him to stay here anyway.
But his heart wasn’t ready to go back. It’s like, there is something that is summoning him inside, as if waiting for his presence.
So, without thinking much Jimin stepped in to the large room, which appeared to be a dance room.
It was so beautiful with one wall full of mirror and other’s with a lot of windows. The moonlight peeked through the glass windows, reflected on the mirror, lighting up the room without any other lights.
Jimin watched around the room. It was clearly a dance room. He wondered, if historical people also had dance rooms and all.
As he stood there, Jimin couldn’t contain his excitement. He wanted to dance here. At least one time in his life. He know there won’t be other chance. And he probably will never come back to this place, again.
So closing the door slightly, Jimin played one of his songs in his phone. Even though there wasn’t any speaker, he can manage with it. And he was sure, no one from downstairs will hear, even if he put it on full volume.
Standing in the middle of the room, Jimin found himself dancing with so much passion. He was glowing in the moonlight as if the spotlight was on him. He turned, spinned, and moved in the centre of the room, like he is a feather floating in the air. His body was like bone less as he moved it fluidly.
When the song ended, Jimin plopped down on the wooden floor with a satisfying smile.
He never felt this kind of satisfaction in his whole life. It’s like as if he is in heaven, an angel dancing for his lover or lovers.
Jimin stood up, wiping off the sweat and grabbed his phone from the floor, where it was placed.
Looking in to the mirror, he smiled widely to click a picture, he have to save this wonderful memory.
But, as Jimin stared in to the mirror, his eyes widened at the sight. He saw six silhouettes behind him in the reflection. He can’t see them clearly, but all of them were wearing silk traditional clothes.
Jimin looked back abruptly. Who would have come up, if no one is allowed here?
But to his shock there was no one behind him in the room.
Jimin looked back at the mirror, again. The six men were there staring at him with so much emotions in their eyes, which Jimin couldn’t understand.
He felt his heartbeat quickening. He didn’t know what to do, so without much thought, he ran out of the room as fast as he could, stumbling on the stairs few times.
Jimin only stopped, when he was bottom of the stairs away from that room and close to where people are.
“Are you okay, Sir?” Jimin’s cameraman, who didn’t seem to left the stair’s side, approached him quickly.
“Yeah, I got it.” Jimin show him the pouch and continued walking. He tried to calm his fastly beating heart. He can’t tell any of them about what he saw there. It will definitely cause troubles for him.
“You have to go and inform them how much token you have.” The cameraman informed him. “And today’s shoot will end with that.”
Jimin nodded, and did as the man said so.
“Are you okay? You look pale?” Is what Bora asked as soon as she saw Jimin after the shooting.
“I am too tired, and I am skipping lunch today.” Without even waiting for her reply, Jimin walked towards his room.
Jimin was really tired. But the main reason is, he was scared of what he saw in that room. Was it ghost? Do they really exist? If it’s not, what are they? These thoughts spiraled in his brain, making his head ache more.
Jimin felt himself getting hot and cold at the same time. Maybe a fever is on the way. He wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up on the bed, closing eyes trying to sleep.
When Jimin woke up, it was already dinner time. But he wasn’t really not in the state to have dinner. His skin burned and he felt really cold.
Sending a message to Bora, to bring medicine for fever, Jimin snuggled in to his blanket.
It was second day in this palace and Jimin had slept really well again. Even though he had fever he didn’t had any disturbing dreams. The only dream he had was the giggles of some men, who were really happy and were dancing around the room.
As Jimin sat there, lost in his thought until a knock came from the door, along with his manager’s voice calling for him.
With a little struggle, Jimin walked towards the door and opened it.
“Are you okay, Jiminie?” Bora’s concerned eyes looked at him, as she walked in with a tray.
“Just a little fever.” Jimin said rubbing on his forehead.
“It’s not little.” Bora frowned as she checked his temperature. “How come you got fever out of nowhere?”
“Fever wouldn’t come after announcement.” Jimin smiled trying to ease up the mood.
“Shut up.” Bora scolded him like he is a child. “Now, eat this porridge, then you can have the medicine.”
Jimin wasn’t hungry. But he know, in front of Bora nothing will work. So without saying anything Jimin started eating. After eating Bora gave him the medicines.
“Just sleep. And call me if you need anything. Okay?” The woman asked as she helped Jimin to lay down. “I will inform the director about your condition. So don’t worry about it.”
Jimin nodded, feeling grateful towards his manager. Even though she is doing her job, there was a connection between Jimin and her made him see of her as his older sister. He know he can count on Bora for everything.
Affter she left, Jimin again closed his eyes. Sleep feels like heaven when you are sick.
With two days rest, Jimin got better. These two days the shoot had to be stopped. But to his surprise no one complained. Mr. Lee and Yejun were concerned too. The only person who whined was Lina and Jimin didn’t care about her anyway.
Today’s shoot also went without any troubles. He didn’t met Lina between the challenges. So something like the previous shoot didn’t happened, again.
But even though it was all good, Jimin’s mind was still at the mirror room. He had been thinking about what happened that night.
It was everything he had seen in his dreams. The same spacious room with a large mirror, the same wooden floor and mainly, the same six silhouettes.
He is not stupid, he can see his dreams and the palace is related in some way. But what? Had he killed these six people in his previous life? Are they going to take revenge on him? Or what if he killed them in this life, and turn amnesiac? But it’s not possible, he remember everything happened in these life. And it’s not a movie or a Wattpad story.
He have to find out, what is going on.
So that’s what Jimin did. Whole day he acted like his usual self. Not even Bora was suspicious of him, while he planned his nightly escape.
So here he is, at past one at night, standing right beside the stairs, looking around to check no one is watching.
Jimin sighed in relief. As he expected, everyone went to sleep. He was glad there wasn’t no camera beside the staircase.
Turning on the flashlight, Jimin slowly climbed the stairs.
He was scared, obviously. The things he saw that night is really scary, he even got fever because of it.
But Jimin was more curious about to know what’s going on. Also you can’t achieve anything without taking risk. And he is ready to take this risk, even though he know it may cost his life.
His heart pound in his own ears, in the eerie silence. It was frightening.
But still he continued to walk until he reached the same brown beautifully carved door.
With trembling hands, Jimin opened it and peaked inside. It was, same as before, beautiful and quite. Just like the last day, the moon shone brightly.
Swallowing the fear he felt, Jimin stepped in to the room.
When he looked at the mirror there wasn’t anyone.
How would he call them out? Are there any spell to call them out? Or should he dance just like he did some days before? They had come out only after he danced, right? Trying it won’t hurt.
With that, Jimin played a song in his phone, and posed in front of the mirror. As soon as the song started, Jimin moved on the wooden floor gliding and waving his body along the beat.
He was wearing a black solid pyjama, the shirt reached his mid thigh and flowed along the wind. Even though he was in full black outfit, he still looked like an angel with his platinum blonde hair glowing under the moonlight.
As soon as the song ended, Jimin plopped down in exhaustion.
He wiped his sweat. Even though it was just second time he is dancing here, he felt a sense of familiarity. It felt good to dance here.
A subconscious smiled made it’s way in to Jimin’s lips, only for it vanish quickly when he thought about his purpose of coming here again.
With a quick motion Jimin snapped his head towards the mirror. But to his disappointment, it was empty, just with the lonely figure of himself sitting between the large room.
Jimin stood up. He wondered, if he need to take selfie too, for them to come out. But, it felt stupid in his own ears too.
But before he could think more, the six silhouette appeared behind him one by one.
Jimin stared at it with wide eyes as the men in silk clothes stood behind him in the reflection.
Even though he know, there won’t be no one in the room, he glanced behind him, just to make sure. The room was clearly empty. The six people were only in the mirror.
Jimin would have doubted, it is a glass between the room and they are standing other side of the glass, if it’s not for the way he can see himself and the same room other side.
Naturally he took some steps back, trying to make some distance between himself and the mirror.
While staring in to the scene, Jimin remembered the saying, ‘Never look in the mirror at night, what you see in the reflection is not you’.
He never thought it’s real. He never believed in that kind of things.
But seeing the six handsome faces in the reflection of the floor to ceiling mirror in an empty room, he kinds of believes it.
“W-who are you?” Jimin asked hesitantly.
The six pair of curious eyes stared back at him.
“It’s him.” Jimin heard one of them mumbling.
At last he met them βΊοΈπ€ What do you think of this chapter?
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