A mysterious transfer student who captures everyone's hearts and an identity that only he seems to know, Jungkook is a new student at Bangtan High who's popularity climbs to the near top the moment he walks in.
Jimin is part of a long time ulzzang...
"No," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper as I opened my eyes.
I immediately sat up, sweat pooling around my forehead as the blankets fell off of me.
A small tear escaped and rolled down the hills of my cheeks, creating a small streak.
This...This is reality right?
I brushed my hair back with my hands after a long silence, sighing at my apparent nightmare just now.
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It felt so real. Real to the point that the smell of rotten eggs seemed to stay on my senses even now.
I glanced at Jungkook who had his eyes closed with his chest rising up and down.
He was still asleep.
I let out a small breath, slowing my beating heart. Seeing him specifically almost made me flinch because of what I just experienced but seeing someone next to me calmed me down a bit from the shock.
To be honest, the real reason behind me wanting him to stay here was because of this.
Back at home, I slept on floor mattresses with my mom and dad (because of our financial situation) so it provided a kind of sanctuary having them next to me. Our house was small but functional and felt like a cozy place I could call home.
Ever since I came to this school and dormed, I've been getting frequent dreams similar to the one at first. The situation became worse when Namjoonie moved out too.
I really can't blame anyone though. My own mental complex and anxiety is the cause of all these nightmares after all.
Nevertheless, it's nice having another person in proximity to me.
I turned towards my right, blinking at his peaceful expression as he slept.
When was the last time I yelled at someone and felt compelled to say all the things on my mind?
...Somehow, Jungkook drew that out of me.
When Namjoonie was my roommate, it felt like I was walking on eggshells every second. I couldn't even talk right, believing that I said something wrong or weird and agonizing every little detail to the point of cutting any unnecessary communication in fear of that.
