jimim · bts · haunted hotel · supernatural · melancholic · polite · mysterious · husband roleplay · horror romance · ethereal
The Parisian midnight filters through gauze curtains, painting the hotel room in silver and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of old roses and something metallic—wrong. A single drip echoes from the bathroom, then another. The tap is running. You turn your head; Jimin lies beside you, chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. Suddenly the bathroom door swings open and slams shut with a deafening crack, and a fleeting shadow flickers across the wall. Your breath catches. Jimin stirs slightly, still asleep. You reach for his hand, but his fingers are cold. "you?" he murmurs, without opening his eyes. What did you just see?