A Love Rewritten | JJK fanfic

Hey? pt.2

"The fuck dude? that's not even my name.."

"It's not?" He asked surprised

"It's not, now back off before i dial the police." I say sternly

"No! Don't do that, just listen to me once.. please.. I need your help." he said pleadingly, and slowly began to remove his mask, I instantly recognized his face..

'Jungkook? The idol.. Jeon Jungkook? Wtf? Is this real?' I asked shocked.

"Yeah that's me.. uhm can we pls go inside and talk? I promise I'll explain myself!"
Although he was an idol, he was still a stranger and a man, I couldn't just let him in. But his voice sounded so desperate, I couldn't say no to him. And those fucking eyes. He looked even better closer. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and a troubled expression, but he still looked like he appeared straight out of a fairytale. 

'Hey? You listening? I can give you a selfie if you want, but can we go inside now? I don't wanna be recognized like this..' he continued while I was busy staring at his beauty.

I quickly cleared my throat and looked away, snatching the keys back out of his hand and opening the door. 

'Bold of you to assume I'm a fan' I said coldly. Just because he was an idol didn't mean I had to drool on his sight. I mean, I was already drooling but he didn't need to know that, right? Whatever. I can't think straight with this man staring at me like that, I need to get him out of here.

"Oh! I'm sorry, it's just that I saw you at the concert and thought.."

"I was just accompanying a friend" I cut him off and held the door open. He nodded and got inside. The house was small, I didn't need much space since I lived alone. I glanced to observe his expression, expecting a judgmental look, after all he was a celebrity and an extremely rich one. He must not be used to such living conditions.

Instead I saw a pleasant smile on his face. He noticed me looking at him. "I used to live in a similar house during my pre-debut days, with my hyungs. Your place reminds me of that." he replied, still looking around.

I shut the door behind us. "Oh.. uhm.. make yourself comfortable." I said.

"I'm sorry for scaring you earlier. I didn't know you'd run like that.." he said softly, as he sat down on the couch, his eyes fell upon the newspaper that was kept on the table, the article about his incident on the front page in bold. I felt terrible, poor guy, trying to live his life and do his job, this must've been so difficult for him..

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I stared at the article and then glanced back at the girl. She was the cause of this. She had been ruining my life for the past few months, and here she stood, completely oblivious of all the trouble she had caused. I wanted to be mad at her, to scream and shout at her and demand answers. Who was she really? She said her name was not Delilah.. was she lying? If not, then who's Delilah? 

I sat there lost in thought, I didn't realize I was still staring at her. 

'Uhm.. is there something you want?'

I quickly looked away. 

"You said your name's not Delilah, what is your name then?" I asked her.

"How did you find me?" She questioned back. I could tell by her tone that she didn't trust me. She was correct not to, after all I had followed her into a dark alley and chased her to her home. 

"I went through the bookings of our concert and found that your seat was booked through someone named Layla, I personally went to meet her today and asked her about your address. She was.. uh.. extremely co-operative.." I replied.

"Now answer my question.."

"Y/n" she replied.

She was not like the other girl, Layla, who answered everything I asked without hesitation after realizing I was Jeon Jungkook of BTS. If I had to know more about her, I needed to gain her trust. And something was telling me that this wasn't gonna be an easy task.

"You said you needed my help? How so?" she asked curiously and sat down on the couch too. She was good looking, in fact I'd find her quite attractive if the circumstances were a bit different. I stared at her again, she looked exactly like the girl from my nightmares. The same long brown hair, the same deep brown eyes, the same pale skin. But something was different, her presence felt different.

"At the concert, when you first saw me.. did you feel anything?"

"I got a headache" She answered. I don't know why I felt slightly offended by that reply. I guess I was kinda expecting 'I fell in love at first sight' or 'You made my heart speed up'.

"A headache?" I asked again, just to confirm.

"It felt like my head was gonna explode, like, imagine someone's taking a hammer and pounding right behind my eyes, over and over. Every sound—it was like nails on a chalkboard. And the light? God, even the tiniest bit felt like it was stabbing through my skull. I couldn't think straight. It was like... there was this pressure, pushing from the inside out, like my brain was trying to burst free or something." she explained and I sat there listening to her. 

I couldn't help but admire her as she went on. Her voice was soft but full of conviction, as if she wanted to make sure I understood every detail, and I could see how much thought she put into her words. The way her eyes sparkled as she tried to remember the feeling. 

"I know it must be difficult to imagine, but I swear that's what it felt like" she said. It actually wasn't difficult to imagine at all, I had felt the exact experience before passing out that day.

"Does it happen often?" I asked her.

"No, it's usually not that intense. Why are you asking though?" 

I hesitated, unsure of how much I should reveal. If she really wasn't Delilah, would telling her everything put her in more danger? Or was she already tangled up in something far darker than either of us could understand?

"It's because I've felt it too," I finally admitted. "That exact pain. It happened the day I passed out on stage... right after I saw you."

Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What?" she asked, her voice now colder, more cautious.

I opened my mouth to respond, but something caught my eye—just beyond her, through the window. A figure, cloaked in darkness, stood motionless across the street, watching us. My blood ran cold, and I felt a familiar sense of dread creeping in, the same one that haunted my nightmares. Before I could react, she followed my gaze, her eyes widening in horror.

"You see her too, don't you?" she whispered, her voice trembling. 

The figure had the same presence as the dark entity from my nightmares, except the one in my dream felt stronger. It radiated evil aura and the crushing fear returned. My body froze, and my heart began to race. Tears began to stream down my eyes without me realizing. I wanted to scream out loud, I wanted to run away, I wanted to hide from it. But my body betrayed me, refusing to move a muscle. It felt like I was drowning in an ocean of horror.

I feel a soft small hand wrap around my fingers and i force my eyes away from the spirit.

"Help me."