The Empath And The Narcissist | JJK

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In the safety of your bedroom, you're desperately trying to shield your younger brother from the harsh reality of your parents' violent argument outside. Their shouts and the sounds of breaking furniture pierce through the walls, each noise a stark reminder of the discord tearing your family apart.

Your heart races as you hold your brother close, his tears soaking into your shirt. You're doing everything you can to comfort him, to distract him from the chaos unfolding just beyond the bedroom door. But the effort is taxing, draining your own emotional reserves as you struggle to maintain a facade of calm for his sake.

The sounds of your parents' conflict escalate, the verbal barbs they hurl at each other growing more venomous, more personal. The clatter of furniture being overturned sends jolts of fear through you. It's more than just a domestic dispute; it's a complete breakdown of the family you once knew, a shattering of any sense of safety and normalcy.

Driven by a desperate need to put an end to the fighting, you leave your brother in the bedroom and step into the hallway. But what you see is disorienting, a surreal twist that blurs the lines between reality and imagination. Your mother's face morphs into yours, and more shockingly, your father's into Jungkook's. The scene is a bizarre, disturbing tableau that defies logic. Jungkook, embodying your father, is holding a gun, his expression twisted in anger. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a tangible sense of impending violence hanging in the air. In the corner of the room, two lifeless bodies lie in a pool of blood, their presence a silent testament to the horror of the scene.

The argument intensifies, words laced with bitterness and resentment. The situation escalates rapidly, spiraling out of control. In a moment of sheer terror, you watch as Jungkook raises the gun. His shout, commanding your mother (you) to be silent, slices through the air. The nightmare reaches its horrifying climax as he pulls the trigger, shoots her in the stomach, and then, in a final act of despair, turns the gun on himself. The gunshot that follows is a sound that will haunt you, a sound that marks the end of the nightmare but the beginning of a new terror.

Waking from the nightmare, your heart still racing, you quickly realize that you're not in your familiar surroundings at the penthouse. This realization adds a layer of disorientation to your already heightened state of anxiety. Your eyes dart around the room, seeking something, anything familiar to anchor you back to reality. The strangeness of the room is unmistakable, but it's not the one you've come to know. The room is luxurious, yet its opulence does little to comfort you. Your heart still races from the remnants of the dream, each beat a reminder of the vivid horror you just experienced.

With a dry throat and a mind clouded by fear and confusion, you decide to step out in search of water. You slide out of the unfamiliar bed, your movements hesitant. The plush carpet feels alien under your feet, a clear reminder that you are far from the familiar confines of your room. Every sense is heightened as you cautiously approach the door, the need for something as simple as a glass of water is now a quest in this unknown territory.

You crack the door open, peering into the expansive living room beyond. It's massive, far larger than the one in the penthouse you know. The soft glow of night lights casts a gentle illumination, creating a serene yet surreal ambiance. You realize it is a hotel room, a safe place for you after what had happened last night.

Stepping out into the room, you freeze at the sight of Jungkook asleep on the couch. Seeing him here, so unexpectedly, sends a jolt through you. Memories of last night's events intertwine with the vivid scenes from your nightmare, creating a whirlwind of emotions. Your hand instinctively goes to your stomach, the imagined pain from the dream still lingering, a ghostly reminder of the fear and confusion you felt.