cold feet [1]

twenty five

jungkook's point of view

I never remembered my dreams, in fact, I never really had them at all. It was always something that frustrated me, that I did not dream, though it meant I never had to deal with nightmares that others spoke about.

This, however, this I remembered. It started with me falling asleep, and I was so acutely aware of my unconsciousness, the first sign of something being off. Then, things faded from that usual emptiness, to a cross intersection. My view was obscured, vision hazy and blotched out by white dots. It was strange, as if I was seeing through the eyes of another. The person stumbled as they walked, not seeming to even register where they were as they stepped on and off the footpath. It was a pretty place, colours of pinks and oranges lighting up the far off sky. I watched through their eyes, and seemed to feel what they feel. It was like my heart was weighed down by chains, threatening to tear me apart. That heaviness, something I had never felt before. It was like being stuck at the bottom of an ocean, the pressure building in my chest, lungs emptying as I tried gasping for breath.

This person didn't even react, a person so used to pain that this feeling of suffocating meant nothing. I watched the way they stumbled across the road, not even looking as they wandered aimlessly through the intersection. Cars swerved around as I flinched and tried to scream, but I was nothing but a bystander, watching this unfold. I called to them, with no voice to say a word.

Vignette blackness began to cave in, and I screamed desperately. Wake up! Get out of there! Instead left to watch as the body hit the road, and that void overtook me once again.

namjoon's point of view

The call sent chills down my spine. Not even fifteen minutes after Jungkook had run out the door, my phone exploded with calls and messages of distress and cries for support. I didn't even bother changing into my uniform as I drove without slowing to the station. When I reached the office I was met with chaos. Phones were ringing in every corner of the room, people sifting in and out, every employee in the station seemed to be called in.

"What happened?" I asked one of my employees as he dashed past, breathless and pale. He turned his head but didnt stop, flashing a nervous smile in greeting.

"Can't talk! Massive car collision in a main intersection. Involved about twenty cars. We are unsure of how many were injured but we have fifty people there now. Hopefully we can get it under control." And he left, continuing to order around people who were doing nothing. I let my eyes drift around the room, Jungkook nowhere to be seen. I ran after the most likely more senior officer, grabbing his attention with a wave of my hand.

"Jungkook? Is he there?" The elder frowned, then nodded.

"I think so, he was one of the first there. Called it in." I nodded as a thank you and let him leave. As soon as he did I called Jungkook's phone, hoping he would pick up. I doubted he would, how did he even know about the accident? To have called it in before anyone involved had?

The phone rang out, leaving a dense pressure in my chest as I grabbed a set of keys for one of the vehicles and began making my way to the scene.

jungkook's point of view

My chest was pounding as I searched through the rubble looking for any survivors. I knew it wasn't my job, I should've been directing people away. But this pain in my chest wouldn't let me pull away. Desperately searching, slowly making my way to the very centre of the collision that depicted the dream that had haunted me. Without a second thought I knew it was more than a dream, only knowing one being that could be the messenger.

I could feel a lump in my throat each time another car would set on fire. Most had been evacuated, though there was the occasional yell for help. I had managed to pull about five people out, nond seeming to have fatal injuries. They didn't matter to me right now. I needed to find the boy whose eyes I had seen through.