Infinite Tsukuyomi (無限月読) //Taekook

Chapter: 32

Next Day:

The room was bathed in a dim, golden hue, the curtains barely allowing the evening light to seep through.

Taehyung stirred, his body heavy, his mind clouded with lingering dizziness. A dull ache throbbed in his head, making it hard to focus. His breath was slow, uneven, as if something weighed down on him.

He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, his body feeling sluggish as he slowly adjusted to his surroundings.

As his gaze finally steadied, his eyes landed on the chair across from him. A shadowed of someone sitting there

His breath hitched.

In the haze of his dizziness, the sight sent a jolt of fear through him. His hand flew to his chest, gripping his shirt over his heart as he swallowed thickly.

Blinking sluggishly, he tried to clear his vision. And then he saw him.

Jungkook.

Suddenly Taehyung’s breath hitched the moment his eyes landed on Jungkook.

No.

As his dream hit him . His chest tightened as something unsettling coiled in his gut. The aura in his dream the shadow, the presence that loomed over him it looked like Jungkook. The resemblance was undeniable, and it made his blood run cold.

Jungkook was staring at him now, unwavering, intense, like a predator eyeing its prey. There was something unreadable in his dark eyes, something that sent a fresh wave of panic crawling under Taehyung’s skin.

His mind twisted with uncertainty, his own thoughts turning against him. What if… what if that wasn’t just a dream?

A shiver ran down his spine, his fingers gripping the sheets as a horrible thought took shape in his mind.

"What if that was real? What if Jungkook no what if he was the one who did those things to him?"

The idea alone made him feel sick, made his skin crawl with a suffocating sense of dread. He wanted to dismiss it, to push it away, but the pieces of the dream, of the memory, slithered back like a venomous whisper.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he stared at Jungkook, confused, fearful. The man in front of him was he really Jungkook? Or was he something else entirely?

And why… why did he feel like he was trapped?

Tae couldn’t find an answer. His thoughts were a tangled mess, spiraling into suffocating confusion. The weight on his chest grew unbearable.

He needed to breathe.

Without thinking, he scrambled out of bed, his legs moving before his mind could catch up.

Jungkook’s intense gaze burned into his back, but he didn’t dare look at him again. The more he saw Jungkook, the more that dream clawed its way back into his mind. The more real it felt.

His breath came in short, panicked bursts as he rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

His shaky hands gripped the sink as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his wide, fearful eyes searching for something anything that could prove that it was not just a dream .

His fingers trembled as he touched his neck, his collarbone, frantically checking for any marks—hickeys, bruises, anything that could confirm his fears. But his skin was clear. Unmarked. Untouched.

Still unconvinced, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it up, his eyes scanning every inch of his torso. Nothing. No bruises. No fingerprints. Only smooth, unblemished skin.