dream ticket | jhs

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a/n: clues are in the story everywhere, pay attention :)

lights off!

officer min: good night mr jung! how was your day?

mr jung: you said you would tell me where you came from, right? how you became a dream officer, right?

officer min: mr jung, unfortunately i am forbidden to tell you about my past...

mr jung: sighs i should respect your wishes too, i guess...

officer min: moving on! what dream shall you have today?

picks ticket

officer min: oh dear... a black card... mr jung... im afraid today's dream will be rather unpleasant...

mr jung: it's a nightmare, right?

officer min: yes, a really bad one, the worse out of all, sighs, off you go then.

officer min: when would he find out? should i tell him?

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mr jung pov

mr jung: YOONGI, STAY RIGHT THERE!

i chased after my drunk best friend, leaving the pub behind. his footsteps were getting softer, white spots started dancing around me...

i knew what day i was dreaming. feburary 18, 2035, 8pm.

yoongi was going to die, 5 minutes later he would crash into a truck and that's the end of him.

i can't faint, not now, i fought the urge to drop onto the ground, my head spinning as the world tilted itself. losing my balence, i winced as i tumbled onto the ground, rolling downhill. the pub was on a steep hill and i was tumbling down really fast. dangerously fast.

hoseok, get a grip on yourself. stop. now. STOP YOURSELF!

i stumbled on my feet, swerving through the traffic jam until i saw yoongi.

in front of that truck. that blue garbage truck.

no. yoongi can't die, he can't die.

HOSEOK, DO SOMETHING!

WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE??? DO SOMETHING!!

i pushed yoongi away from the road.

**CRASH**

"HOSEOK-"

i was free-falling into a bottomless pit.

i tried to scream, but my head was underwater.

a current pulled me deeper and deeper into the hole, causing me to choke on water. letting out a muffled scream, i was yanked back into the suburbs of darkness, all i could see was black.

the blackest black. i was still alive, i could hear my heartbeat, but i felt blind.

and weightless.

i couldn't feel myself, i tried touching myself but my hands went right through.

what was happening to me? my heart rate increased, a wave of goosebumps crashed over me.

was i alive?

curling up into a small ball, i whimpered softly, hoping that this wasn't my end. it's just a dream, right? why does it feel so real?

a faint "hoseok!" echoed around the walls

was i hearing things?

"hoseok! hobi-ah!"

"hyung!" that was definitely taehyung.

"hyung, hyung, hyung, wake up, hyung!" that was jimin

"hyu-" jungkook sniffled before he could complete his sentence.

i was too scared, too cold, too worried to comprehend what was going on.

i thought i had stopped sinking, but i was getting deeper, and deeper

and deeper...

"hyung no! fight! fight!" that was namjoon.

i can't

im too weak, i will always be weak, i will always leave unnoticed. everyone likes jungkook. he deserves more. not me. i dont belong here.

maybe if i closed my eyes... i would disappear...

shutting my eyelids slowly, i felt the rest of my body leave me, my neck felt cold, my hair was fading away, i could feel it.

"hobi, im sorry! come back! please!" yoongi pleaded.

im sorry yoongi.

i really am.

"jung hoseok, time of death, 18 Feburary 2035, 8.15pm, pronounced dead."

lights flickering...