THE STEPBROTHERS | BTS MAFIA AU | ✔

CHAPTER 57

Y/n's Pov–

I let out a blood-curdling scream, bolting upright in bed, my heart hammering wildly against my chest. The images from the nightmare clung to me, suffocating, as I desperately tried to shake them off.

My breath came in ragged gasps as I scanned the room, expecting to see the horrors from my dream, but instead, I was in my bedroom—safe, familiar, but still a prison of my mind.

My eyes darted around, trying to ground myself in reality. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. My breath began to slow as the adrenaline wore off, but the remnants of the nightmare still echoed in my mind.

Then, my gaze fell on a figure looming over me, a hand gently caressing my face. I flinched at first, my heart still racing, but as my vision cleared, I realized who it was. He was saying something, his voice calm and soothing, but the words were lost in the haze of my panic.

I blinked rapidly, rubbing my eyes as if to wipe away the last remnants of the dream. Slowly, the figure came into focus, and I recognized him.

Jungkook.

His expression was filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of recognition.

Jungkook "Y/n, hey... it’s okay. You’re okay,"

He whispered, his voice finally breaking through the fog in my mind.

I stared at him, still trying to process the reality in front of me. The nightmare had been so vivid, so real, that it took a moment for me to truly believe that I was awake, that Jungkook was here, and that everyone was okay. The relief was overwhelming, and tears welled up in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath.

Y/n: "I... I thought—"

I started, my voice trembling, but Jungkook cut me off gently.

Jungkook: "It was just a nightmare,"

He reassured me, his hand never leaving my face.

Jungkook: "You’re safe, we all are..."

I nodded slowly, trying to calm the storm inside me. His presence was like an anchor, pulling me back to reality, back to safety. The nightmare had shaken me to my core, but seeing him here, alive and well, helped me believe that it was just a bad dream. I reached up, placing my hand over his, needing that connection, that reassurance that I wasn’t alone.

Jungkook offered a small, comforting smile.

Jungkook: "I'm here...not going anywhere."

It's been a whole week since the incident—since the kidnapping and everything that followed. A week of restless nights and anxious days, but the nightmares were the worst part. Every night, without fail, the same horrific images would replay in my mind, dragging me back to that moment when everything went dark.

Each time, I’d wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding,
the terror of the dream still clinging to me like a second skin. And every time, it felt just as real, just as horrifying as the first night. No matter how much I tried to convince myself it was just a nightmare, my mind wouldn’t let it go.

The boys and even dad tried their best to comfort me, staying close, keeping an eye on me. But despite their efforts, the fear lingered. I could see the concern etched on their faces, the way they exchanged worried glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. They knew I wasn’t okay, and deep down, I knew it too.

Every night, I dreaded closing my eyes, knowing what was waiting for me in the dark. The nightmare was relentless, a cruel reminder of everything that had happened, of how close we had come to losing everything. And no matter how much I tried to push it away, it kept coming back, a haunting echo of the trauma that still lingered beneath the surface.