A Love Rewritten | JJK fanfic

The Dreams

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'Delilah! stop this madness! please i beg you!' my scream echoed inside the huge walls. I ran and ran as fast as i could, but it wasn't fast enough. The dark entity, began swallowing her. 

'Delilah! NO! GET AWAY FROM HER YOU MONSTER!' I screamed and the evil entity looked at me, staring straight into my soul, I froze. 
As fear grips me, it's as though the air has been sucked from my lungs, leaving a suffocating emptiness. My heart pounds violently against my chest, each beat a frantic drum echoing through my trembling body. The world around me narrows, my vision tunnels, focusing solely on the horrifying sight before me. My mouth goes dry, yet my throat tightens, I try to scream but it's as if I've lost my voice. Every instinct screams for me to run, to flee, but I'm frozen, trapped in the relentless grip of terror that gnaws my mind. 

'I'm sorry.' a soft voice, whispers and that's the last thing i hear.

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'Jungkook! Get up dumbass! We're getting late for the show!' I hear Namjoon hyung yell in my ears and i wake up, gasping for air as if I've surfaced from drowning, my chest rising and falling with frantic breaths. I was covered in cold sweat and my heart hammered in my chest. My eyes dart around the room, wild and searching for the shadows that haunted me moments before, unsure if they're truly gone. my hands tremble as I wipe my face. 

'Are you okay, Ggguk?' Jimin hyung asks, worried. 

'I told you to sleep early yesterday, we have such a huge concert in a few minutes and look at you, you look so damn drained. You have to get shit together, Jungkook you're not a child anymore.' Namjoon hyung lectured me as the makeup artists quickly surrounded me, fixing my hair and face. 

'I'm sorry hyung, I just haven't been feeling so well lately.' I reply before getting up and fixing my outfit.

I hadn't been feeling well for months. Ever since my 23rd birthday, something had changed. I couldn't tell what or how but I could feel it. Something had awakened 2 months ago on my birthday, something that followed me everywhere and wouldn't leave me. 

Fuck man, I sound like a lunatic. It would be a grand headline, wouldn't it? 'Kpop Idol Jeon Jungkook, loses his mind, claims to be chased by demons', this would ruin me. I had to stop this madness before it engulfed me. Hyung was right, it's all in my head anyways. I've got to get my shit together and put on a spectacular performance, for my fans. I had to get through this, for my fans. 

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'OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT WE'RE FINALLY HERE! THEY'LL BE ON STAGE ANY MINTUTE NOW! ARE YOU SEEING THIS Y/N??' Layla screamed in my ears and I rolled my eyes.

The crowd went wild and people pushed one another as they waited for the world-famous idols, BTS, to get on stage. I looked around and I saw madness everywhere. People were crazy for them, in fact, crazy would seem like a normal word in front of this crowd. 

'HERE THEY ARE!!' 

The screams became louder as I saw seven males get on stage to perform, and suddenly, I was met with a skull crushing headache. It felt like someone's taken a hammer to my head, and every throb is just adding to the chaos. My temples began pounding like crazy, and even the smallest sound became way too loud. The light? Forget it. It's like staring into the sun. My world spins as I struggle to stand straight, the crowd around me making it worse.

I hold my head as I look up on the stage, the light practically blinding me. My eyes meet with a man. His big brown eyes stare straight at me and the expression on his face changes. He looks... scared? As if he'd seen a ghost. The song blasts around us, but he freezes. He stares at me with horror and I stare back. 

He whispers something, but it's not audible and suddenly he faints. The crowd gasps and shocking screams follow, as the man lay unconscious on the stage. My vision blurs and I suddenly everything around me quietens. 

What did he say? What did he whisper?

I try to remember the movement of his lips before he fell, and it hits me.

'Delilah'

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'Kpop Idol Jean Jungkook collapses on stage. Fuck, Y/n it's all over the news now. I hope he's okay. What do you think happened?' Layla asks.

'I have no idea. But I'm never going to a concert again, that's for sure.' I say massaging my temples. It had been 2 days since the incident and my headache was finally starting to feel a bit better. Worst experience of my life.

'Oh come on Y/n. It looked so scary, didn't it? The way he fell. Have you heard the rumors? People are saying he was on drugs or something.' 

'He was probably just tired' I replied. My mind began replaying the whole scene in my head.

'Delilah' 

He had whispered that name before he fell. Why did it sound so familiar? And why the fuck did he look at me while saying it?

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'Kpop Idol Jeon Jungkook collapses mid performance. An Idol or a druggie? Congratulations Jungkook, you've made the headlines again! Are you proud of it? I mean what the fuck was that? Do you know how frightened we were? All because you missed on some sleep. Jungkook our company is facing so much backlash right now you have no idea! People are demanding refunds! Fans think we've been overworking you guys! For fucks sake Jungkook I am tired of this nonsense...' the manager continues to lecture me about how careless I've been. 

His words soon fade into the background as I zoned out. That girl. That face. She was there in my dreams and at the concert. I knew she was. Or was I hallucinating? Had I imagined her there? No, she looked too real for that. 

'I'm sorry.'

The voice echoed in my ears. Who was she? Was she real?

'Are you fucking listening to me?' the manager yells.

'Yes uhm.. I'm sorry.. I promise it won't happen again. I'll be careful.' I replied. I had said the same words over a 100 times and every time I thought it'd be the last. But no, this nightmare. this girl. these shadows followed me everywhere..

Worried glances and questions followed me, as I reassured everyone that I was fine. I made my way home and I dialed up my manager to share me the information about all the people who had bought the front row tickets of our last concert. 

I was going to find her and make her stop this madness. 

I had to find her.