Home Is Were The Heart Is (BTS Fanfic)

No dream

It somehow was even quieter at breakfast than it had been at dinner, the day before. Jimin had looked through Jungkooks wardrobe. Namjoon had a look of anger, but hadn't said anything. He had silently watched, looking at everyone around the table. They didn't dare look back at him. He had an air about him which told everyone to either stay far away or prepare for death. Jungkook felt as though he had done something wrong, but had decided not to vocalise his guilt. Taehyung looked down at his feet, never meeting anyone's eyes. Breakfast consisted of simple, but fulfilling waffles with syrup and strawberries.

Namjoon ate quickly and left right after. Jungkook looked at his arm, knowing what it looked like underneath the sleeve of his blouse. It was bruised, he had bruised it. Why? Because he had been convinced all of this was a dream and so he had tried to proof it. He kept on pinching himself until he felt numb, thinking that this numbness was the proof he was looking for. If he couldn't feel it, it was a dream right? Right? During breakfast he realised just how wrong he was, just how much this whole ordeal had actually taken place. Why else would Jimin look at him with unwavering suspicion? Why else would Taehyung avoid all eye contact, except for when he glanced over to give Jungkook a dirty look.

Later that day Jungkook found himself in a large study, a pile of books placed in front of him. Looking at the equivalent of death in paper, Jungkook couldn't help but worriedly glance at Jimin. "What is this?" He asked.

"This is your study material for today," Jimin looked at the younger guy, "did you think you wouldn't have to do anything?" The taunting grin sweeping across Jimins face made Jungkook recoil in confusion. Where had the angel of a guy, that he had met just the day before, gone? "So, what do I do with all these books?"

Right after uttering those words just how vutile of a question that had been. Jimin smiled at him, an uncharacteristicly unpleasant smile, before exiting the room. Then Jungkook was sat there, alone in a room full of books he'd rather not have to read.

His mind couldn't be kept in the study for long, as he soon dozzed off. His gaze on the window, taking in the beautiful garden and forest. All that had once been covered with a deadly swamp. He concluded that this place was in fact weird. Dead guys visiting you in the night, swamps, the fact that this house was filled with an incredible amount of luxery yet Jungkook hadn't seen any form of technology...

The fact that a guy who had to be dead visited him in the night.