Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #11 Rude Awakening

I couldn't stop thinking. It was such a simple gesture yet it made me feel so incredibly guilty. Taehyung was still the same Taehyung. Wasn't he? Maybe he just wanted a way out of the dinner. Surely that must be it. He wouldn't help me on his free will. Surely not.

I wasn't sure what time it was. How much time has passed. I haven't opened my eyes since I closed them. I was hoping that I'd overthink it to the point where I'd run out of things to worry about.

 Somehow I kept finding new things to haunt my exhausted mind. At least it was silent. At least no one knew what was keeping me up at night.

Maybe I'll try counting sheep. A method I found to be incredibly stupid. Maybe that makes me a hypocrite because I found myself imagining the fluffy creatures. 

One after another jumping a short white fence. Each perfectly decorated with meticulous swirls of white wool. Black short fur smothering their faces like dark storm clouds surrounded by pure white.

Their hooves would hit the ground in perfect patterns. Each movement was completely muted. The entire herd would appear from over a green hill of wispy cattails. 

Each plant swayed perfectly in a gust of wind that never stopped. I wasn't thinking anymore. Three hundred sheep later and that's all I could think about. The prepossessing sheep.

The pattern was perfect. Another would leap. The next leaping in the exact same way. Then anoth-

The sheep hit the fence. Tumbling into the ground with a thud. A puff of white wisps of wool and just like that the black carcass laid quietly among the cattails. All the sheep after that disappeared. 

The black carcass was the only thing I could think about. The beaten and naked body of the sheep. The worthless animal. So much pressure to be perfect yet there it laid. Dead. So much pressure, the pressure, that's it. It was the pressure.

Pressure. I feel pressure. Suffocating pressure. I can't breathe.

My eyes shot open to see muffled darkness. I gasped, sucking in nothing but warm, wet fabric, stained with snot and saliva. I began to squirm, the need for a breath increasing. My arms began to flail, searching for the cause of my suffocation. A pillow.

 The wool of the pillow, pressed firmly to my face. My legs began to kick my arms fighting nothing but air, prying at the pillow. My suppressed scream began to strangle the silence. My entire body flopped.

Someone was killing me. Someone was going to kill me. I fought until the last moment. Right until my eyes drifted, my limbs weighed more than my muscles could lift. My gasping stopped.

 A few measly final tears escaping the corner of my eyes. My lungs burned. It hurt for a few moments. Like someone held a match to every organ in my body. Then it was silent.

No sheep. No carcass. No pressure. Just a void of darkness. It wasn't scary. Just, silent. Not a single nois-

"Jungkook!"

Silence. The void echoed with nothing but-

"Jungkook!"

My eyes shot open, a strangled breath releasing from my throat.

"Jungkook, dear! Wake up!"

I took deep breaths, rooted within my chest. Did I just die? Wait no. DId I just dream that I died? Wait but the sheep. I wasn't sleeping was I? I glanced at my pillow that still laid neatly on the other side of the bed.

 I shivered. Jesus. First it was simple distant worries and now? Now I'm dreaming that Taehyung's actually going to kill me. I glanced at my shirt, drowned in a pool of sweat.