Hana was feeling uneasy. Taehyung had left her flat not that long ago, and she was sat on her sofa, still wearing her jacket. She couldn't get Jimin's eyes out of her mind; they were so full of all different kinds of emotion, coupled with clear madness.

The images of the unicorns dancing around the carousel with the haunting music began to creep up on her again, and she felt herself stand up and walk to the front door before she remembered Jimin's face and the fear in his eyes.

She let out a sigh of frustration, pulling her jacket off and moving to hang it up. However, as her arm came out of the sleeve, something else flew out across the hallway. She slipped her jacket onto the hook before moving to investigate. It looked like a screwed up bit of paper; maybe a receipt by how thin it was.

"How did I get that in my sleeve?" She muttered, bending to pick it up. As she headed to the kitchen to make herself some coffee, she noticed that the paper had writing on it.

When she unscrewed the paper, there was a number scrawled across it in messy writing, with a name written in capital letters underneath.

"Jimin," She muttered, staring at the number. Maybe he wasn't as mad as he seemed. He had grabbed her wrist and somehow slipped his number into her sleeve without anybody realising. Perhaps he grabbed her for precisely that reason, knowing that she would probably think he was crazy no matter what he did. Maybe he did understand the overwhelming pull of the carousel to her and he was legitimately trying to help her.

"The carousel," She whispered the words as the images of the unicorns sprang to her mind again; especially the beautiful white one with the golden mane she had been riding, "Beau,"

She frowned, moving back to the hook by the front door and grabbing her jacket. She stood by the door, trying to clear her mind.

She wanted to see the unicorns on the carousel again. She wanted to stay home where it was warm. She needed to see those unicorns. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Jimin was crazy. Maybe he was crazy and right.

"God damn it!" She sighed, putting her jacket back on the hook and stomping to her living room. She picked up her phone from where she had left it on the sofa, and typed in Jimin's number. Yoongi and Taehyung had told her to stay away from him - that he was dangerous. Jimin had said the same about the carousel.

She needed answers. She needed to know what was going on, and the only person who seemed to have those, was Jimin.

"Hello?" He picked up on the first ring, and Hana jumped in surprise.

"Jimin?"

"Speaking,"

"It's Hana,"

There was a pause before he spoke again, "Are you ringing because of the carousel?"

Shocked that he knew, Hana nodded, before remembering she was on the phone. She wasn't used to being so scatterbrained, so when she replied, her voice was much louder than she intended, "Yes. It's in my head. It was so beautiful, I want to go and see it again. I need to see it. What's going on?"

Once again, there was a pause before Jimin spoke, "Where do you live? If you want answers, I can tell you what I know. After that, we will have to figure out the rest,"

She was hesitant about giving her address, especially after what Yoongi had told her about Jimin being locked up in Insanis Home for five years, but her curiosity beat her fear and she gave him directions to where she lived.

"I'm not too far, I'll be with you in about twenty minutes," Jimin told her, before hanging up.

Hana put her phone down and headed to her kitchen to finally make the cup of coffee she had intended to make before she found Jimin's phone number. She sat down on her sofa, sipping at the scalding liquid slowly while she waited for her doorbell to ring.

When Jimin arrived, he was still wearing the clothes he had on earlier in the day and the day before. He looked clean, if not a little scruffy, and he didn't look as insane as he did at the diner, so she let him in, closing the door behind him. He followed her to the living room and gracefully accepted her offer of a coffee.

Using the time it took to make the hot drink, Hana tried to calm her nerves. Jimin made her nervous; there was something just not right about him, which she was reminded of every time she looked in his eyes. However, she had called him here, so she needed to show him respect while being careful. She didn't want to get hurt.

"Thank you," Jimin said as she placed the mug on a coaster on the table in front of the sofa. He picked it up and sipped at it, before putting it back down, "So you want to know?" He said, "About the fair?"

Hana nodded and Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair, "That means we have to go back ten years," He said, "Because this didn't start on your date with Taehyung. In fact, I doubt it even started ten years ago, with my date. I think this has been going on for many, many years. Hundreds of years, in fact,"