When darkness turns into light

V.

Jimin wasn't much religious, but tonight, he sat on his bed and joined his hands together in front of him. "Oh, heavenly father, please make sure I don't dream about that ugly useless goose. Thank you, goodnight."

With that, he rolled in his covers and went to sleep, tucked warmly against the soft breeze coming from his open window.

*

Jungkook ran without stopping away from his pursuers. But whatever trick he did to escape or hide his tracks, they would manage to find him again and again.

After running for a while, he looked behind to check if they were still behind him and if yes then how far. They were still behind, approximately 20 meters away. He felt a small wave of relief before he turned forward and abruptly stopped running.

"Wha-How?" he wondered confused. He, who was running between alleys and roads, was now standing on the edge of a 20-story apartment building's terrace.

How? He didn't know.

He looked back and saw them nearing. He started panicking and looked for a way out of this situation.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on an open window on the floor beneath him. He glanced back and pretended to jump from the terrace while he was just climbing down to the window below, and pushed himself in.

As soon as he was inside, he swiftly closed the window and pulled the curtains. At last, he thought to himself as he caught his breath and kept peeking out in case they miraculously found him as they did before.

After making sure that he was safe, he looked around the dark room, his eyes adjusting. He saw a sleeping figure on the bed, somewhat he felt captivated by the bob of blond hair that peeked from the fluffy blanket. Jungkook softly got down from the window sill moving silently to the boy sleeping.

*

Jimin shivered, his body felt cold. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed his cover not covering his upper body, he looked around before his gaze fell on a standing figure next to the door. He squinted before he let his head fall back on the pillow, exhausted as he murmured "Jungkook," he sighed as he tightly closed his eyes. Before massaging his head mumbling "Great, now I'm even hallucinating." With that, he pulled his covers over his head and forced himself to fall asleep.

"You're not hallucinating," Jungkook said his voice low. Jimin's eyes shot open before he sat on the bed confused. "You-you, you talk?" he asked flabbergasted.

Jungkook tsked before he approached Jimin and placed a finger below his chin, "Yes baby, and I think you've got some explaining to do, don't you think?"

Jimin pushed Jungkook's finger away, "Hey, hey, hey, just because you're in my room doesn't mean I'm not as confused as you are." He replied not willing to be manipulated by this scary-looking guy.

Of course, he fell oddly and naturally at ease in the other's presence but that wouldn't mean he would blindly trust him. NEVER.

Jungkook gazed deeply into his eyes, poking his cheek, while Jimin maintained the gaze without looking away in surrender.

*

"So, you're telling me, that you know me because I appear in your motherfucking dreams?" Jungkook blurted rubbing his forehead that rested on his hand on the table, looking at Jimin through his lashes.

Jimin nodded. The way they were sitting felt like a police interrogation. Jungkook sighed. "How?"

"I don't know how, it's been like what 4 months, each night is spoiled with a vision of you." Jimin retorted.