Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

16. Clairvoyance

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I never fell asleep, though I kept my breathing steady so that anyone who may decide to come in would think that I was. Hours passed like this.

How could I sleep like this? Namjoon was less than a centimetre away from me, beyond close enough to touch, he was touching me, his body pressed tightly against mine.

His hands rested on the indent of my back, inches away from my butt. His chest was rising and falling with each gentle breath he took, causing my head to rise with it.

I could hardly keep my cool, let alone relax enough to sleep. I can't possibly sleep.

Even with these thoughts, I felt my eyes grow heavier, drooping with each labored breath, my heartbeat slowing as I let myself sink further into Namjoon's arms.

His warmth radiated through my body, and even though my mind was thick with fatigue, I kept thinking about how nice it would be to fall asleep to this every night, feeling how soft and warm Namjoon was as he held me.

I lifted my head and lay it on my hands so that I could get a good look at Namjoon. The setting sun cast a pink glow across the room, and it made his fair skin look like a pale rose.

His lips were parted, plump as ever. Without the usual smirk pulling them up, they looked almost innocent.

He didn't look peaceful, as I had hoped. Instead, he looked tortured, like he was going through something terrible. Living life like this, I guess it isn't fair of me to expect him to be peaceful and serene sleeping.

His lips pulled together, and my heart nearly stopped hearing him speak.

"Jin, Jin, please," he whispered, looked pained as ever. It seemed like he was struggling, and I didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry, don't go, Jin," he was mumbling in his sleep, his head tilting from side to side like he was struggling with something.

I thought for a while about what to do. If I let him talk, maybe I'd find out more about Jin. But then, I'd be letting him suffer through the nightmare, and he sounded so weak, so desperate, I couldn't bear it.

I pressed my hand against his cheek, running my thumb across his lips to quiet him down.

His face relaxed, and his eyes fluttered open momentarily before closing again. I ran a finger across his brow, sweeping the hair away.

He seemed better, his face more lax and comfortable. I smiled softly, pressing my thumb against his lips one more time before moving my hands to rest on his chest once more.

With the knowledge of him resting easy, I was finally able to sleep.

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I was walking through a garden filled with nothing but bushes and bushes of emptiness. The world was dark and dreary, with no colour in it's midst. It felt like a graveyard, with an eerie, pounding silence.

The garden, it felt like a maze, winding round and round in dizzying, disorienting patterns. I don't know why, but I feel as if I must reach the end of it. It is of the utmost importance for me to reach the end. Something is waiting for me there. I don't know how I know this, but I am certain of it.

Reaching a sharp turn, I turn along the curve, and as I step through it, suddenly the world was a blast of white.