Symphony Of Lies (Inked Hearts 2)

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AN:

This chapter is dedicated to @redhairTAEisdope for making me smile after a long hard day 💜

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Jimin first person pov:

Turbulence wakes me from my uneasy and dream-filled sleep. Squinting my eyes tightly as I try to adjust to the bright lights of the plane, I shift my head in the crook of my arm and nuzzle my nose deeper into the folds of my thick hoodie to escape the plane air that dries my throat and makes my head swirl sickly.

Sucking in a hard breath, I pull my stiff legs up closer to my chest and curl them under my blanket before prying my fingers open from their clutched form and let my eyes settle on the small window as I try to clear my head and organize my thoughts.

I'd been in the room again, not as I always do before falling to sleep, but I remember walking in a deep and dark thorn-filled forest and finding a door, the next thing I knew I was in the room but something was different.

Up until now, I've never actually entered the room, only been. I'd close my eyes and be there or suddenly be sitting in the sliver of light. But this time, I'd been aware of it and had seen the door, the handle, and had consciously walked into the room from the outside.

What that means, I have no idea. Probably nothing. When I'd entered, nothing within the room had changed. Only the darkness that stand as walls and the cold window with the single ray of my soulmate's light. But I can't help the little shred of dangerous hope within me, that it means I'll finally meet her soon.

Still, I doubt after all these years it would be so clear. Besides, though I know every soulmate bond is different and I've accepted that mine means that it has some sort of connection to dreaming, that doesn't mean that they predict the future or prophesize.

However, my eyes don't obey this logic and turn away from the plane window to glance over the seat in front of me as if she'd be magically sitting there. But all that meets them is the sight of Suga Hyung's hair poking out from where he sleeps perched on his arm-rest like a cat.

Silently sighing at myself, I turn back to the small window beside me and actually look through for the first time since waking and scan over the view below.

We fly above the clouds, but as there aren't many to make up a blanket I can peer through them to gaze down at the ocean far below. Grey, blue, green, whatever its color really is, only vast black and distant white shine up at me as the sun reflects off the waves too far down to see.

"Hey, you're up." I turn and see Namjoon Hyung standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand and some napkins in the other. "Here," he says, handing me the drink to take a sip as he settles into the seat next to me.

I can feel my fingers cracking as I reach to take the cup, but the second the hot liquid slips past my cracked lips, my eyes close and I feel the delicious heat pour down my throat where it pools deep in my stomach.

"Thanks, Hyung." I groggily push the words past my lips sounding deep and scratchy, but I clear my throat and it seems to help slightly.

"Did you get some good sleep?" He asks trying to buckle his seat belt but fumbling with the large clasp.

"Uhh, some," I say not quite sure how to answer. Did I sleep? Yes. Was it deep and peaceful? No. Do I feel any less tired than when I fell asleep? No. But does any of that account for "good" sleep? "How long was I out?" I choose to ask instead.

"About seven hours." He answers, still fiddling with the buckle. "We still have a long way to go so you can go back to sleep if you want." Deciding to put him out of his struggle, I place the cup down in its holder and reach over to buckle it for him.