(BTS FF) Ending Green

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Riya's POV

I'm walking out of my friend's kitchen with a bottle of water, my eyes beginning to burn for sleep.

Sleep is such a dreaded word. I don't like the dreams I've been having; they frighten me. They're about Chansoo.

He's always touching me in my dreams, rough hands on my body as I tell him to stop. My tears always fall into my mouth and threaten to choke me, and when I wake up, I can still feel him all over me. His hands, his mouth, and even his words remain long after the sun peeks through the windows and casts shadows in my room.

The dreams always start with him leaning against the doorframe watching me before he walks to where I'm laying on my bed.

I don't like it, and I especially don't like how it feels real once I'm awake.

I push the thoughts of my dreams away as I plop down on the floor next to Jungkook. He's propped slightly on his forearms, completely enthralled in the movie we decided on.

I can't remember which, but I remember Jimin being happy about it, so I try to follow along with the plot.

My attention—though I put all my effort into the movie—is caught with my sporadic need to ensure everyone's still here.

I scan around me, slowly beginning to include my favorite pieces of furniture and décor for a distraction.

I take pleasure in this, and the relaxation seeps through me. I would normally be grateful, but exhaustion creeps in faster, and I'm struggling to stay awake.

I look at my friends again.

Still here. They're still safe.

I dodge the thought uncomfortably and fight against sleep, upset when I inevitably doze off.

The sounds in the movie morph into nightmares disguised as dreams, luring me into a maze of intricate emotions transfiguring into caricature creatures.

Characters become demons, music becomes a haunting lullaby as horrid actions overtake me, and memories ransack my imagination to create a confusing reality.

I'm in a merry-go-round humming the actions of my familiar people, crying when the horse comes alive and turns into a dark fury of fear to swallow me alive.

I jump in surprise when I come to. My eyes adjust to the light in the room, and the TV's still showcasing its productions.

I'm lying on a position on the floor, my arm under me with no feeling. I stay still for a moment, catching the breath that was lost in a false land.

The movie screams a jump scare, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my limbs tensing. My arm tickles from the sensation, not allowing me to be afraid enough, and I can't help the small squeak that leaves me.

Jungkook's eyes flit to mine.

My voice sounds broken as I relay, "My arm's sleeping."

His is low as he responds, "Let me see."

I lift my arm slightly, and he squeezes it, my squeaks turning into protests as he starts a war of pins and needles. He chuckles, loosening his grip and beginning a light massage instead.

"Is that better?" he asks when I've quieted.

I nod, although the absence of his touch lets my stomach resume its unpleasant churning.

My mind wanders as I drift away, but I get jerked away as a nightmare starts to form.

I don't want to go to my apartment, but I don't want anyone to see me screaming during my sleep.