Bulletproof. [Reader X Jimin]

We are woven from the fabric of our dreams.

POV Y/N

The evening settled over the apartment like a warm embrace, a sense of comfort that enveloped me as I lounged on the sofa with Haewoong. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Our laughter mingled with the voices from the screen as we shared anecdotes and stories from our day.

As the conversation flowed, Haewoong's voice took on a wistful tone. "You know, Y/n, I really miss Mom sometimes. It's moments like these that make me wish she were here with us."

My heart twinged in empathy, the ache of missing our mother a shared sentiment. I pulled Haewoong into a tender embrace, her head resting against my shoulder. "I miss her too, Haewoong. But you know she's watching over us, right?"

Haewoong nodded, her grip on me tight. "Yeah, I believe that. It's just hard sometimes."

Our quiet moment of solace lingered, the bond between us a source of strength. And then, as naturally as a gentle breeze, our conversation shifted toward BTS – the reason we were both in Seoul.

Haewoong recounted her first encounter with the group, her eyes lighting up as she spoke about Jimin. It was no secret that he held a special place in her heart.

"I still remember that moment, Y/n," Haewoong's voice held a dreamy quality, "when I first saw Jimin dance. I was so captivated by his performance. And then, when I got to meet him in person, it was like something unreal..."

I smiled, my heart swelling with a mixture of fondness and pride. "I'm glad you got to have that experience, Haewoong. Although I was mad at you because you did it against my words."

Haewoong turned to me, and tilted her head. "I am sorry... "

I stroke her cheek, and smiled to her. "It's okay, honey."

"And I'm grateful to you, Y/n. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now, living my dream. You made it possible for me to meet Jimin."

Her gratitude warmed my heart, a reminder of the choices I had made to ensure my sister's happiness. "I would do anything for you, Haewoong. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

The night embraced me, its tendrils weaving through my thoughts and carrying me into the realm of dreams. But as my consciousness slipped into slumber, I found myself in a world of shadows and echoes, a dream that felt both familiar and unsettling.

Flashing lights danced around me, casting a surreal glow upon the environment. The air was thick with tension, an unease that seemed to emanate from the very walls. I stood before a door, a barrier that concealed the truth I had fought so hard to protect.

The door was a manifestation of my secrets, a portal to a reality I couldn't let anyone glimpse.

A part of me longed to fling the door open, to let the truth spill forth, but fear held me captive, chaining me to the darkness.
With a deep breath, I pushed the door ajar, revealing a scene that sent shockwaves through my soul. Jimin stood before me, his once-charming smile replaced by a visage of pain. Blood marred his features, his body battered and broken. The room around him was a chaotic tableau, a testament to the danger that lurked within my secret.

"Y/n," his voice was a whispered plea, his eyes beseeching me for salvation.

My heart raced, terror coiling around me like a viper. I wanted to step forward, to reach out to him, but an invisible force held me back. It was the knowledge that my secret was the catalyst for his suffering, that my actions had led to this moment of agony.

Flashing lights continued to dance around us, casting eerie shadows upon his wounded form. The door that had been a barrier now felt like a prison, a cage that held us both captive. And in that moment, I realized that my choices had far-reaching consequences, consequences that extended beyond my own existence.

"Y/n, please," his voice was a whisper carried on the wind, a plea that echoed through the chambers of my heart.

I woke with a start, my breath ragged and my heart pounding. Tears blurred my vision as I clung to the edge of the mattress, the remnants of the dream still haunting me.

The images were etched into my mind, a vivid tapestry of pain and desperation.
As the room came into focus, I realized the weight of  danger that my secret posed was not a mere abstraction; it was a threat that could touch those around me, those who had unwittingly become entangled in the web I had woven.

The dream had been a cruel reminder, a warning of the devastation that could unfold if I allowed myself to fall in love, if I let my heart forge connections that could ultimately lead to destruction. It was a stark truth that left me trembling in the silence of the night.

POV Jimin

The quiet of the evening settled around me like a familiar embrace as I sat alone in my apartment, a glass of wine in hand. The soft amber glow of the room, painted shadows on the walls, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of my own breath. Lost in my thoughts, my mind inevitably gravitated toward her – Y/n.

It had been two weeks since I first saw her, since the airport encounter that had left an indelible mark on my consciousness.

But there was more to it than mere chance. I had seen her before, in a dream that had left me both perplexed and strangely comforted.
In that dream, she couldn't speak, yet her eyes had spoken volumes. She had smiled at me and handed me a key – a key that had felt important, significant in a way that defied explanation.

The memory of that dream was etched into my mind, a thread that connected me to the girl who had captured my attention in the most unexpected of ways.

As I sipped my wine, I let my thoughts drift back to that moment at the airport. I had recognized her face, her presence stirring something deep within me. It was as if fate itself had intervened, placing her in my path for reasons that were still shrouded in mystery.

Dreams had always been a part of my life, a realm where reality blurred with something otherworldly. Some might call it derealization, a psychological phenomenon. But to me, it felt like more than that – like whispers from the universe, guiding me, showing me glimpses of what was yet to come.

I saw events in my dream, and after some time they came true. I even saw the names of our songs  that will lead us to world success.

My psychologist had attempted to explain it away, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper truth hidden within my dreams. They weren't mere illusions; they were a canvas upon which destiny painted its intricate tapestry.

And now, here I was, drawn to Y/n in a way that defied reason. Her presence tugged at something within me, a connection that reached beyond the reality and out of the ordinary. It was as if we were two pieces of a puzzle, destined to fit together in some profound way.

But there was something about her – an air of enigma that made me realize this wasn't just about curiosity or attraction. It was about the path that had led us to this moment.

As the night deepened and the stars twinkled beyond my window, I couldn't help but started fall asleep. And as I closed my eyes, I knew that the whispers of destiny would continue to guide me toward the way that awaited us both.