Wrong number? || BTS

41. Nightmares comes true?

Third person POV
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Y/N stirred slightly as the warm weight of an arm draped over her waist. At first, she thought she was dreaming again. But when she felt a breath against her neck and a soft groan right beside her ear, her eyes shot open.

“Oh my God,” Y/N muttered, trying to wiggle free. “Jungkook, move over. You're hogging the bed.”

He groaned, his grip tightening. “Just a little more time... you're so warm, Y/N.”

She froze.

That sentence. The tone. The way his breath tickled her neck.

Her heart skipped.

This... feels familiar.

Y/N blinked, her eyes darting around the dim room, her body suddenly stiff. Déjà vu crept in like a cold draft. The warmth of his embrace, the weight of his arm, even the way he mumbled those exact words—it was like she had lived through this moment before.

And then it clicked.

Wait a damn minute.

Her breath caught. This was my nightmare. The one from last week. The one with Jungkook and—

“Jungkook—let go,” she said, more serious now, her voice laced with alarm as she tried to push his arm off. “You're making it hard to breathe.”

Then it happened—he kissed her neck. And just like in the dream, Y/N let out an involuntary sound.

Jungkook immediately froze. “Did you just… moan?”

Y/N’s face turned red. “N-No! Why would I do that?!”

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes with a smug grin. “Really? Because that was—”

Before he could finish, Y/N's brain finally clicked into survival mode.
She shoved him. Hard.

With a thud, Jungkook fell off the bed, a confused "ow—what the hell?" echoing from the floor.

She sat up immediately, heart racing, clutching the blanket to her chest. “Don’t ‘what the hell’ me! You—you were acting exactly like—” she stopped herself, lips pressing into a thin line.

Jungkook blinked at her from the floor, rubbing his arm. “What’s wrong with you?”

Before she could answer, the door creaked open slowly with a long yawn echoing through the room.

“Tae—?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

Taehyung stood at the doorway, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded, hugging his pillow. “I couldn’t sleep… I wanna cuddle with Y/N too.”

“What the—Hyung!” Jungkook shouted. “You just barge into my room without knocking?!”

Taehyung blinked, confused. “What’s the big deal? I just want a little cuddle time. You had her all night.”

Y/N stared at both of them in horror.

No. No, no, no, no. This is literally my dream. This is that goddamn nightmare!

Her eyes darted between the two men—the familiar dialogue, the same energy, the exact chaos. It was happening all over again, like a script playing out scene by scene.

This was not good.

Taehyung was already making his way to the bed, dragging his pillow like a sleepy kid at a sleepover. Jungkook scrambled up from the floor, glaring at him.