BTS One Shots & Imagines

(Yoonjin) Deadly Nightmare

Cold... and broken. Those were the only two words he could use to describe how he felt in this moment. He felt like he was made out of cracked ice that could shatter at any moment. He looked down at his hands, the stark street light hitting them and making them appear paper white. They were soaking wet. In fact, his whole body was wet. He tried to save both of them from drowning, but he couldn't... he never could. His whole body burned. That was from the flames. He had dirt on his pants and hands from trying to pull Hoseok off the ground. He was too heavy.

He couldn't save any of them. And now, when he turned around behind him, he was haunted by the life less eyes of the youngest member. The two of them were all alone on this empty city road. There wasn't a soul to be found, even though there was a car over top of the younger boy's dead body. He was twisted in so many directions that he looked inhuman. His blood was starting to stain the road.

Seokjin crawled on his hands and knees over to the boy. He placed his shaking hands on Jungkook's head and he began to shake him, hoping it would make him come back. There still had to be some life in there. He chanted the maknae's name over and over again in between sobs, until the pain in his chest couldn't take anymore. He used his shaking hands to pull down Jungkook's eyelids, covering his irises.

Jin leaned over with his head on Jungkook's chest and began to sob as hard as his body would allow. Why did this keep happening? Every single member... gone. He was all alone now, covered with blood, water, and tears. Why did they all have to leave him? He had trouble breathing even now, and he wondered if his time was coming soon as well.

He slowly sat up to tried and catch his breath. He took a shaky breath in, and began to stroke Jungkook's hair. He couldn't look at him anymore, and instead turned his head up towards the stars. He was expecting to see constellations among the many stars in the sky, but instead he saw only six stars above him. He continued to stare up at them, angered by their mocking presence. It was like they were staring down on him, telling him that he will never, ever stop being reminded of them.

He moaned in pain, and he looked back down to Jungkook, who was staring back up at him. It made Jin jump. The rest of his body was twisted and lifeless, but suddenly, his face showed life again.

"J-Jungkook?" Jin said, cupping the boy's cheeks in his hands. He begged that this would be the end... maybe he could save just one member. Jungkook blinked once before answering.

"Hyung..." he said. The sound that came out of him though... that wasn't his voice. It was Jungkook's mouth, but not his voice. Jin continued to look down at the boy, trying to understand what was going on.

"Jungkook?" he asked again.

"Hyung!" the voice shouted back. It still was coming from Jungkook, but it still wasn't his voice. Jin began to panic, wondering what kind of sick game this was that was being played on him. He began to shake Jungkook's head again, another fit about to come on to him.

"Jungkook!" he yelled.

"HYUNG!" the voice yelled again. This time, he didn't see Jungkook. He saw the ceiling in his room in the pitch darkness. He gasped to catch his breath, and it was then that he finally saw the owner of that voice: Yoongi. He was hunched over Jin in his bed. His hands we're placed on Jin's shoulders, like he had been shaking him. Jin hesitantly looked all around the room, trying to get a grip on where he was. It was definitely his bedroom. He saw his clothes hanging out of the closet, his collection of books and movies sitting near the computer desk, his video games on a bookshelf on the other side of the room... He was at home.

But he couldn't be sure. He thought that he was safe when he was walking along the coast, but he was wrong. He thought that he was safe walking on the bridge, but he wasn't. He thought everything would be fine in the city, but it wasn't. He was wrong every single time. He couldn't know for sure where he was or if he was okay.