Right One

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

—Continued from where I left Jungkook's pov in last chapter, if confused, check the 71st part to clear up—

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Jungkook pov:

Jungkook stirred slightly, his sleep disturbed by the not-so-soft rustle of dried leaves and harsh wind— wait- what?!

He jolted awake and frantically looked around in confusion, his brows furrowed, lips parted and eyes wide— in disbelief, totally weirded out. Gone was the greenery of the garden and soft cold morning breeze, replaced with a harsh flow of it, almost like a storm, bringing dried leaves and whispers of something forbidden with itself.

The flowers, those oh so beautifully vibrant and blooming flowers, were now crumpled. Yes, crumpled, not dried or fallen off the branches— no, they were crumpled intentionally, as if carving something sinister in the prettiest being.

The soothing bicker of garden spring now sounded much alike to a storm— brewing in the pits of ocean, ready to barg in, destroy everything that stands before it. And the Skylark— the happy Skylark which flew in the high sky now lay on the ground, a few meters away from where Jungkook now sat, panting for breathe, it's tiny body wiggling around, as if trying to break free from some invisible chain.

Jungkook sprang to his feet, stumbling on his own foot while marching towards the small bird, desparation visible in his hurried and clumsy steps.

Upon reaching it, he crouched down in front of it, patting it's head, his worried eyes scanning the Skylark's tiny form, inspecting for any visible injuries that caused the bird's distress but his shoulders slumped when found none.

Helpless, he scrambled off to his feet and ran towards the small pond in the garden, and brought a small portion of water in his hand, fleeing back to the Skylark and knelt before it, ready to make it drink some water— a desperate attempt to bring the creature back to normality. But just as he leaned down towards the bird, his breathe hitched— there was no movements in the bird's body. No twitching of it's wings, no soft yet painful chiming in her sweet voice, no fluttering of her pretty eyes— nothing.

The bird now lay still, looking peaceful as ever, detached from life, away from the harshness of the world, in its safe heaven, leaving Jungkook in sheer shock.

And Jungkook— he fell back, scurried away, scared of the view. The stillness at the garden made his nerves tense. Just a moment before, it had been lively, full of noise and happy lives, but now, it was calm. Eerily calm, and it was the most unsettling thing Jungkook had ever seen— the Skylark's still form didn't helped at that moment either.

He forced himself to look away, not being able to look at the bird any longer. But seems like that was a mistake, a bad one—

“Ahh!” he screeched in a high pitched voice, shock rippling through his frantic breathe. Because before him, now, was— a- the bushes filled with colourful flowers were now gone, in their place, were now vines— full of thorn in their rough surface and in them?

Inbetween those vines, was his pretty bun. Bloodied, it's body twisted in an unnatural way. His snowy-white fur now was crimson, glowing angrily, seemingly trying to burn anything that comes it's way, or maybe, just maybe, trying —and failing— to get any help, so soothe the burn it was feeling, the sting.

A heartbreaking scream, silent in its agony, tore through Jungkook's parted lips, as though his throat swallowed the horrifying sound of his guttural scream, by suppressing it, and more big fat tears rolled down his cheeks, without his knowing, paling his already pale body. His head and heart, both, hurt so bad with the pain, it was almost physical, unbearable to even breathe hard.