The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Thirty-Five

Were these dreams a perpetual reality?

Like a powerful guitar thrumming at the base of her belly, like a stringing echo at the back of her head. And around these compact emotions and the muddlement of actuality was the deeply rooted fragrance of a musky perfume. Could dreams cherish senses so vividly? All her days, these floating memories abstained from physical apprehension and yet now her body could recognise the warmth against the palms of her hands and the smell of a comforting essence. Even the cold of the tiled floor sunk so primly through her legs and upwards.

Something was eminently wrong. Something was not the visual of a dream.

Jangmi's reception to sound brought a reverberating voice tangent to her ear that whispered words that were beyond her ability to perceive.

An eternity seemed to have passed, staring into the leather of a jacket separating her from the world like a wall.

"Hey, let's go back to bed."

Like the blow of sunlight to the eyes, blinding reality struck her. Jangmi's head snapped up to a pair of russet eyes. All of her realities came crashing in one by one like stars locked out of the sky.

Jungkook's face grew pensive with worry; his grip firm on her upper arms so that she was prisoned in place.

"What are you doing to me?"

The question was the worst choice she had made in a while. As spells once left through the mouth, are concealed by no weapon, so was the drastic impact of her reaction. He was calmly observant even though his brows had now furrowed.

"Are you awake?" He inquired, plainly unobservant of her words.

"Yes, I am. Let me go!" Jangmi sprung out of his hold and skipped back. "What's going on? Why are you in my house?"

Jungkook looked as if he was expecting her unamused revolt. He gently backed up and cleared his throat; a little embarrassed by the closure himself. His ambiguity only confused Jangmi more than she already was.

"Tell me." Jangmi threatened, grasping the small clock stand on the table close by and raising it to warn him that she would hurl.

Unfazed, Jungkook raised his paws, "Whoa whoa oompa loompa, calm the fuck down or you're going to hurt me."

Something about the way he said it was obliviously telling her of how unafraid he was of her defensive stance. He was conspicuously very much able to hurt her instead and yet he was trying to resolve the disquiet through a conversation. His actions tried to justify his intentions but a vale of distrust separated them.

"Answer me first, Mr..."

"It's Jeon. For the second time." He shook his head from side to side disappointedly.

"That's not important! Why are you here? I'm going to tell Seokjin if you don't have a plausible explanation."

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly and growled, "It's seven in the morning, woman. Stop screaming in my ears. You were having one of your night dance routines so I was just guiding you back to your bed like I always do."

"Like you always do?" Jangmi exclaimed, her grip stern on the metal body in her hands. "You always do?"

"Yes ma'am. You sleepwalk. How hard would it be to understand what I'm doing here?"

Jangmi involuntarily lowered the clock in her hand, "What? How the hell do you enter the house?"

"I can pick doors." He pomped. "And, I'm only doing this because Seokjin has told me to. No personal feelings of affinity involved here."