MELODY || Jikook ||

♬ The empty chamber ♬

Third person's P.O.V:

The golden sunlight bathed the endless field in a warm, radiant glow. Thousands of blossoms stretched as far as the eye could see, their colors vivid—crimson, violet, and soft pinks—all swaying gently in the breeze. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves.

In the middle of this serene paradise stood Jimin, his delicate form moving gracefully between the blooms. His laughter floated through the air, light and carefree, as he bent to smell a patch of wildflowers. Half of his face was hidden by a thin veil, but his beauty still shone through. The sunlight hit his eyes, making them sparkle like stars.

Jungkook stood a few paces away, his gaze fixed on him, a soft smile playing on his lips. He couldn't take his eyes off Jimin, mesmerized by the way he moved, how the flowers seemed to bloom brighter around him.

His lips moved almost instinctively, the words escaping in a low whisper, "You look like a goddess."

The wind carried his voice away, leaving Jimin blissfully unaware of the compliment. But as if sensing king's intense gaze, Jimin turned to look at him. A wide, radiant smile graced his lips, his eyes crinkling in joy. He lifted his hand and beckoned to Jungkook, signing for him to come closer.

Jungkook's smile widened. He stepped forward, his boots crushing the soft grass beneath him.

But suddenly, the warmth faded. The breeze stilled, and an unnatural chill descended upon the field. The vibrant colors of the flowers dulled, their petals curling as a dark shadow spread across the meadow.

"Jimin?" Jungkook's voice tightened with fear.

Jimin's laughter stopped. He stood still, his expression shifting to confusion as thick, black energy began to rise around him. It twisted and writhed like living shadows, encircling him, pressing closer.

"J-jungkook!"Jimin's voice trembled, fear flooding his eyes. He tried to move, but the dark energy anchored him in place.

"JIMIN!" Jungkook shouted, his heart pounding as he sprinted toward him. His feet pounded the earth, his outstretched hand reaching for Jimin. The black energy crackled, hissing like fire, growing thicker, darker.

"Hold my hand!" Jungkook yelled, but just as he was about to reach him, the ground beneath his feet cracked open. He stumbled, falling forward. His fingers grazed the edge of Jimin's veil, but before he could pull jimin free, he was swallowed by the shadows.

"JIMIN!" His scream echoed into the darkness.

Jungkook jolted awake. His breath was ragged, his heart hammering in his chest. Sweat soaked his sheets as he sat up, disoriented. He clutched the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white, as the images of the dream clung to his mind like ghosts. His eyes darted around his dimly lit chamber, reality slowly settling in.

"A dream... it was just a dream," he whispered, running a hand through his damp hair. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing. His dream clung to him, vivid and unsettling. He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the lingering dread. It was just a dream, he reminded himself, but the weight in his heart wouldn't lift.

Then, his mind flashed back to a few hours earlier. He had walked Jimin back to his chamber after a late-night stroll through the palace gardens. Jimin had been tired, his eyelids drooping, and Jungkook had pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before watching him disappear behind the heavy wooden doors.

The memory should have been comforting, but now it only deepened his unease. Why did he dream of him in danger? His pulse quickened. The dream felt too real, too dark. He couldn't ignore the gnawing fear crawling up his spine.