After Dark || Jikook

Chapter 04: Encounter

The concept of sleep was foreign for Jimin.

Not only in his adult life but childhood.

Sleep scared him.

Scared as he sinks his head down to the pillow, relaxing his frail body into the sheets, closing his eyes with uncertainty, his vision now black— null— void.

Utter nothingness in front of him.

Only the sound of his breath and his beating heart lingers.

What happens next?

Does he drift into unconsciousness and indulge in the fantasy and nightmares that his mind has molded.

But then does he wake up?

Or does he yet fall into a state of sub-conscious, his exhausted body unmoving but vision and sound as clear as his demons.

A state of paralysis where he feels chained to his own bed, tearing up helplessly as something or someone crawls over him, hovers above him and whispers his mother's words to him, all that and he can't move, he can't do anything but listen.

Listen and think.

You're brave, you're brave, you're brave.

Jimin tells himself as his eyes are clipped open and his jaw is screwed shut.

The voice sings a song to him.

The song too familiar, reminds him too much of his childhood.

A distorted voice, a mess of daydreams and nightmares, it sings and Jimin can't seem to stop it.

He tries, he tries to move but all efforts seem futile.

A sharp noise rings in his ears.

No, this one wasn't a figment of his demons.

This was from the reality he was desperately trying to grasp at.

It's the Alarm.

Not the morning bell, but something a significant times more important.

It was a ringing that declared that Operation Rogue had to be put into action.

The ringing that Jeon Jungkook had set loose on the streets once again.

And this time, he wasn't going to sit and watch the live happenings on the news and make mental notes.

But be on the news instead.

He needs to wake up.

He's awake, he's awake but his body isn't.

The situation slaps him in the face like harsh ice water, his fists ball and his pupil constrict.

Snap out of this, snap out of it, fucking wake up.

The whispers his demon mewled numb down to a frequency of an old distorted radio, and his ears ring, yet catching the sound of the loud blaring alarm.

He needs to get up. Now.

He sounds in a pained gasp as he forces himself straight, eyes hazy, head aching and even so his thoughts only lock onto his first alarm in this week. Fumbling out of his bed with heavy breaths, narrowed vision, clicks open the locker right beside his bed, pulling out all his safe guards, armory and jacket.

He doesn't have to the time to think what he missed.

He grabs his receiver, something that was exclusive only for his team and holds the button down, stepping out of his house, hair as wild as his eyes.