ALIVE → bts fanfiction

Chapter 34

Jungkook's P.O.V

I knew it was coming. The look on her pale face made it obvious. Still, watching her crumple to the ground did startle me. I had just started to think she was over it. Now it seemed like maybe she never would be. I crossed my arms, watching her shiver with sobs from my dark spot under the large tree. I found myself considering approaching her, wondering what the look on her face would be like when she saw me. I smirked at the thought. It would be quite amusing.

In a swift motion, I was standing right above her shaking body, considering what to say. But I never got to speak.

"Jimin," her wavering voice suddenly whispered. "I don't think I can last much longer."

My eyes widened, my heart suddenly started to pound. It banged against my chest so much I thought it would burst. Breathless, I stumbled back, away from her and her sad voice. Her sad plea. Her sadness.

What's wrong with me? I thought desperately, clutching my chest. What's happening?

Aera's P.O.V

I didn't know whether it had been three minutes or three hours when my breathing finally returned to normal. I still laid there in like a pathetic lump, hiccuping, face in the cool grass. With a deep sigh, I flipped over, so that I was lying on my back, staring up at the stars. I was surprised that Namjoon hadn't come looking for me. But I didn't make a move to grab my phone. I wondered if I'd even brought it. Probably not. I pushed him out of my head, just focusing on the movement of my rising chest.

"This is how it's gonna be now," I found myself saying aloud.

It was easier than letting the words drown in my loud mind. To say them out loud made it more understood, more definite.

"You can handle it," I lied to myself.

I closed my eyes, chewing on my lips to stop the words from coming. Stop the lies from sinking deeper into my head.

"Nice night."

My eyes flew open and I quickly turned to the sound of the voice. On seeing Jungkook sitting right next to me, I quickly scrambled back, trying to get up at the same time. I ended up landing on my butt a few feet away. He watched the scene with a surprisingly blank face. We watched each other silently for a moment. He was probably considering how to kill me, while I was just rigid with that familiar fear, not being able to speak.

"What's wrong?" He asked, obviously noticing my discomfort.

I couldn't decide what he was feeling. His voice was different, monotone, almost bored.

"Did I scare you?"

That's not boredom...sadness?

He sighed as I sat, unresponsive. To my great alarm, Jungkook actually, still sitting on the ground, began to inch closer.

"Stay away," I warned, finally finding my voice.

To my surprise, he actually stopped with a sigh. We were silent for a few moments.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a low voice.

He laid there for a second, staring up at the sky, before answering.

"I wanted to go for a walk," he replied simply.

"You know what I mean."

Finally, he turned to me, and with the most innocent and blank expression, said, "No, I don't think I do."

"Don't play games, Jungkook," I snapped.

I regretted it as something dangerous flickered in his eyes.