Yoongi watched Jungkook's reaction carefully, and that's when it clicked for him-the way Jungkook had undone his hair earlier, the same way Jane had worn it that night. It had been bugging him for a while, but now Yoongi was sure.
"Is it you?" Yoong...
The small boy's voice trembled as he clung to the fabric of his mother's clothes, his tiny hands gripping tightly. "No, please don't go! No, please don't! I'll be good, I won't cause any trouble, I promise! No, Mommy, please don't leave me alone!" he cried, his voice desperate and full of fear. But the woman didn't look back.
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She brushed him off, her movements cold and unyielding.The boy stumbled, his eyes wide with panic as he watched her walk away. His little legs, shaky and unsteady, propelled him forward as fast as they could. He was running after her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, tears streaming down his face. "Mommy, please!" he wailed, his voice cracking. But his feet couldn't keep up.Suddenly, he tripped over a small stone on the rough pavement, and the world spun around him. He fell hard, his small body hitting the ground with a thud. His cheek scraped against the pavement, and the skin on his knees tore, blood starting to ooze from the fresh wounds.
Pain shot through him, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.He struggled to get up, his legs trembling beneath him. His hands, now dirty and scraped, pushed against the ground as he forced himself to stand. He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, leaving smudges of dirt on his face. His eyes, still filled with desperation, searched for the one person he needed more than anything.But she was gone. The car door slammed shut, and he watched in helpless horror as the vehicle sped away, taking his mother with it. The boy stood there, his small body shaking, as he realized he was alone.Suddenly, the scene faded, dissolving into the shadows of the night.
Jungkook jolted awake, his chest heaving, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to his mind. His body was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. The familiar ache of the memory, long buried but never forgotten, lingered in his chest. He sat up, his breath ragged, trying to shake off the clutches of the dream. Without a word, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his movements almost mechanical. He walked to the bathroom, the cold tiles under his feet grounding him in the present. Jungkook turned on the faucet, splashing cool water on his face, trying to wash away the lingering terror. But even as the water ran down his face, he could still feel the echoes of that little boy's cries in his mind.He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes dark and haunted. With a deep breath, Jungkook shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over him, hoping it could wash away the memories, if only for a little while.
What a way to start the day—woken up by a nightmare instead of his alarm. Jungkook sighed, the remnants of the unsettling dream still lingering at the edges of his consciousness. He shook it off, trying to focus on the routine that had become second nature to him. He went through his morning ritual with precision, almost mechanically. He washed his face, feeling the cool water calm his racing thoughts. Then, he meticulously applied his skincare products, each step helping him regain a sense of normalcy.
Next came the makeup, carefully covering the tattoos on his arms and neck, hiding the parts of himself he didn't want to share with the world at college. His movements were smooth, practiced, as if he were on autopilot.
