The Last Page Of Us [JJK × Y/N]

4. SHATTERED REFLECTIONS

As Y/N and Jungkook sat at the kitchen counter, enjoying the ice cream they had brought home, she noticed something strange. Jungkook, who had been quiet and distant, suddenly brightened up, his eyes wide with childlike wonder.

He giggled, swinging his legs beneath the stool, and playfully dipped his finger into the ice cream. "Y/N! Look, I made a mess!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and innocent, nothing like his usual tone.

Y/N blinked in surprise, watching as Jungkook smeared ice cream across the counter, his demeanor completely transformed. He looked at her with wide, expectant eyes, like a five-year-old seeking approval.

"Jungkook…?" she said softly, trying to understand what was happening.

He giggled again, not seeming to recognize the concern in her voice. "Can we watch cartoons after this? I like the ones with the talking animals!"

Her heart raced as she realized this wasn’t a simple mood swing. Something deeper was going on. After putting him to bed later that night, Y/N did some research and stumbled upon a possible explanation: Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).

It was a condition where a person had multiple distinct identities or personality states, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the world.

As the pieces started to fit together, Y/N realized the complexity of what Jungkook was going through was far beyond anything she had initially imagined. This was more than just trauma—this was a fractured mind trying to cope with unimaginable pain.

Just as Y/N was absorbing the gravity of her discovery, a soft knock echoed from the bedroom door. Her heart tightened with a mix of anticipation and worry, already guessing who it would be.

"Come in," she said gently, bracing herself.

The door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped inside, his eyes wide with a childlike innocence. He hesitated for a moment, then shyly shuffled closer, clutching the hem of his shirt like a nervous little boy.

"Kookie," he mumbled, glancing up at her with a timid smile. "My name's Kookie. Can I sleep here? The monsters… they’re scary."

Y/N's heart ached at the sight. She knelt down to his level, her voice soft and reassuring. "Of course, Kookie. You’re safe here with me."

As she led him to the bed, the weight of the situation pressed down on her. The young, vulnerable side of Jungkook had emerged, and she knew that from this moment on, her role in his life was going to change in ways she hadn't anticipated.

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As the night deepened, Y/N carefully placed a row of pillows between herself and Jungkook on the bed, creating a barrier to give him space and ensure his comfort. Kookie had finally fallen asleep, clutching a stuffed toy Y/N had handed him, and she too drifted into a light sleep.

Hours later, Jungkook stirred. Slowly, his eyes opened, the innocence of Kookie fading as his usual self returned. He blinked, realizing he was in bed with Y/N, and his heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t right. Panic flickered in his chest as he carefully slid out of the bed, making sure not to wake her.

With silent steps, Jungkook left the room and made his way to the kitchen. Guilt gnawed at him as he realized he had no memory of how he ended up sharing a bed with her. He leaned against the counter, staring at the remnants of the ice cream on the table, trying to piece together the fragmented memories.

But then, a sound caught his attention—a presence behind him. He tensed, dread washing over him as he turned around slowly.

Standing in the doorway was someone he never wanted to face again. The figure loomed, shadowed by the dim kitchen light, a cruel reminder of his darkest moments. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his mind slipping into chaos. His vision blurred as the familiar sensation of dissociation began to take hold.