Till Death Do Us Apart [죽음이 우리를 갈라놓을 때까지] | JJK FF

Chapter 2

Y/N's POV:

"Nope. Another episode of 'Who is this mysterious hottie and why does he haunt my dreams?' I swear, my brain is a drama queen with zero resolution." I groaned, feeling that familiar frustration clawing at my patience. Three years of this, and I was still stuck in dreamland limbo.  

"Three years, Y/N. Three. Whole. Years. Girl, if you don't figure out who this dream boy is soon, I'm personally going to file a complaint with the dream department," Meiling stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.  

"If only Meiling.... If only. It feels real, you know? Like I'm actually there. It's not some weird, random dream," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Except now it's turning into a freaking nightmare. I see the same thing over and over, but today, something changed."  

Meiling leaned in, her eyes practically gleaming with curiosity. "Different how? Did you finally see his face? Or was it still a big ol' question mark?"  

I shook my head. "No face, but this time, I was in a garden. Full of cherry blossoms. Normally, it's pitch black—just me screaming into the void."  

She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, cherry blossoms? That's new. Sounds like your dream's trying to be poetic or something. Maybe it means something deep."  

We laughed it off, but I had a feeling. Something was definitely up with these dreams. Like, why was my subconscious being so dramatic?

Author's POV:

Y/N, your average 17-year-old high schooler, was juggling way more than your average teenager. Between school, taking care of her little sister, Yooni, and keeping the household running while her parents worked long hours, she barely had time for herself. And on top of all that? She'd been having the same frustrating dream for three years.  

In the dream, Y/N would find herself dressed in a hanbok, standing in complete darkness, calling out for a man she couldn't see. Every single time, right before she could catch a glimpse of his face, she'd wake up. Cue frustration.

Y/N's POV:

After hopping off the bus, the three of us—Meiling, Yoomi, and I—began the usual trek toward Yoomi's school. We were chatting about absolutely nothing important when, out of nowhere, Yoomi bolted.  

"Yoomi! Wait!" I shouted, sprinting after her like a maniac. In the middle of my heroic attempt to catch up, I managed to trip over my own feet. Classic. And, of course, I crashed right into someone. Fantastic.

I looked up, face burning with embarrassment, only to see a boy in our school uniform, casually adjusting his cap.  

"Uh, sorry, but I gotta go," he mumbled, barely glancing at me before taking off.  

Meiling, who had caught up by now, burst into laughter. "I didn't fall down, the floor just needed a hug, huh?" she snickered.  

I glared at her, still sprawled on the ground. "Stop talking, you bish, and help me up already."  

With a smirk, she pulled me to my feet, and we resumed our chase after Yoomi.

Once we finally caught up, I tried to channel my inner stern older sister. "Min Yoomi, you can't just run off like that! I was worried," I scolded, but not too harshly—I mean, it's hard to stay mad at that face.  

"I'm sorry, Unni. I just got excited to see my friends," she muttered, eyes glued to the ground.  

I sighed and gave her a quick hug, ruffling her hair for good measure. "It's okay, just don't give me a heart attack next time, alright?"

With Yoomi delivered safely to school, Meiling and I made a mad dash for our own class, sliding into our seats just as the teacher walked in.

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Author's POV:

The teacher strolled into the room, followed by a boy. A new student?

"Good morning, class," the teacher announced.  

"Good morning, sir," we all chorused back, our voices blending into the monotony of the school day.

But Y/N's stomach did a flip. The boy standing beside the teacher... it was him. The same guy she had literally collided with outside not 10 minutes ago. No freaking way.

"This is Jeon Jungkook. He's a new student and will be joining your class. Jungkook, why don't you introduce yourself?" the teacher said, gesturing for him to speak.  

Jungkook gave a small, polite bow. "Hi, I'm Jungkook. I'm from Incheon, and I hope we can all get along." His voice was calm, but he radiated a quiet confidence that made everyone take notice.  

"Great, Jungkook," the teacher said with a nod. "You'll be sitting next to our class president. Min Y/N, raise your hand, please."  

Oh. My. God.

My hand shot up, but inside, I was losing it. Of all the people in this class, he had to sit next to me?! This was unreal. Absolutely, positively unreal. The universe was messing with me, right?

As Jungkook made his way over to the seat next to mine, I tried to play it cool. But with my heart doing the cha-cha in my chest, I was not succeeding.

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