It was late, you had finished your dinner, one more episode wouldn't hurt, right?

3:00. Yes, time to sleep, finally. Your body probably hated you for staying up this late.

As you snuggled up in your bed, your room the perfect temperature, you heard a crash.

—×—

It was coming from the guest bedroom, as you ran inside, the room was ruined. There lay a man, unconscious, dressed in the whitest pajamas ever. Glowing? As you walked closer, you saw a tattoo on his wrist, it was your name.

Scared, you shook the man, his silver hair shining in the moonlight. His eyes opened, he sat up in a rush, looking at you, his eyes softened.

"Home." He spoke, his soft voice eerily smooth.

You felt a pain on your wrist, his name written on your wrist, just like his. Jimin. His name was Jimin

"I love you, my home."