It was the second night Jimin was staying at his new apartment. He was placing his new plate set-- present from his mother-- on the kitchen cabinets, humming diligently to himself and breaking off into a random dance every now and then. His new apartment was pretty cool, Jimin thought. It had everything he needed, a spacey bedroom, nice creamy walls, and more importantly: a bathroom to himself. Previously he had been living with two other people, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling of having his own apartment. It was nice, everything was calm and he didn't have people walking in and out all day. He felt especially happy because he wouldn't have to clean up after other's anymore; but then again he felt like he'd miss it. Jimin doesn't admit it but he won't last long like this, soon enough he'll be asking his friends to come over and keep him company because he really, really can't live alone. He doesn't admit this though, so he's still silently humming and admiring his hard work.
An hour later and there's glass on the floor, Jimin standing frozen in the hall because something definitely fell over in the kitchen. After moments of imagining horrible scenarios in his head, he decided to go and check what happened because that was a new plate set. Walking slowly to the kitchen, the first thing he noticed was one of the white plates broken, scattered in pieces around the floor. He looked around, trying to find the source of what might have caused it. But there was nothing he could find out of place, everything was neatly stacked and put away in a safe place where one single plate couldn't just fall off. Jimin felt chills down his spine when the room suddenly felt too cold. He remembered the previous night and how he swore he herd a door shut at three o'clock in the morning, not to mention the overall strange vibe he felt whenever it was this late.
He decided it was probably nothing, and just his mind playing tricks with him since he hadn't been able to rest properly from all the moving around. So he picked up the glass, being careful not to cut his fingers on the sharp edges. It was sad, that was a really nice plate. After he finished, he threw the glass shards into his trash can and went about his night. He had only made it to his bedroom when he herd a cabinet door loudly slamming shut. This time he was sure he heard it right, even if he was sleepy the sound was so clear that it basically echoed throughout the empty apartment. That was when Jimin decided it was time to get the fuck out of there.
Twelve minutes later and Jimin was standing out in the hall, pacing back and forth because he left his wallet inside, and its not like he'd be able to a afford a hotel anyways because he'd been broke after getting the apartment. He probably couldn't even buy himself a meal. There were many things going through his head, maybe he could go to a friend's house, but he also left his phone inside and he'd have to walk half way across the city. Or, he could just sleep out in the hall and go inside to shower when the sun is out so no monsters of the darkness can creep up on him.
It was really, really cold though. Jimin was sitting against the wall with his knees to his chest, trying to keep himself warm. Wearing tank tops to sleep was a bad idea. He was basically shivering like some homeless puppy, afraid and hungry. Sighing, he looked around the hall. It also felt creepy out there, it was too silent and he'd lost track of time at this point. "Hungry...." Jimin groaned silently, hearing his stomach making strange noises. Wait, doesn't Jimin have neighbors now? Jimin recalled that encounter with the guy in the elevator, how they both got out on the same floor and how he didn't help Jimin when he saw him struggling with his luggage, so Jimin decided he'd never want to talk to him, not even after he saw him walk inside the apartment next to his.
Jimin was on his feet though, because those thoughts were long gone and now he was triple knocking on his neighbors door.
