Here's my Masterpiece

Chapter 13

Another two chapters today! ^^ They were short so i decided to double up. Only two more chapters left (and one is the epilogue).

Jungkook woke up to a groggy mind. He scrubbed his eyes with his fists and then looked around the room, stretching his tired joints. Something felt wrong. Jungkook looked around the beds and then searched the room frantically with his eyes. Jimin was gone. Jungkook’s mind immediately went into a state of panic. This could not be happening. He needed to calm down, there was probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. He jumped up and began to more thoroughly search the room. His sweatshirt was missing, but the Bitter Sweater was still on the floor so he quickly threw it on. Suddenly, Jungkook’s dream came rushing back to him.

Jungkook pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead as he remembered his dream. His head seemed to throb as visions flash in his mind. He remembered seeing Jimin slowly slip away from him. Jungkook tried to reach out for him. He was not going to let Jimin go. But as much as Jungkook struggled and tried to reach out to Jimin, he slipped away faster and faster, a wicked grin growing on his face. Jungkook shuddered as he stared at Jimin grinning, his eyes turning back to the blood red like before. Jungkook felt anger rise in him. He was not going to let this happen again. But before Jungkook could remember anything else in his dream, the door to his room slammed open, making him jump and direct his full attention towards the door.

“Please control your boyfriend.” It was V. He looked tired, but, then again, he usually did. Jungkook was confused.

“Control…? What?” Jungkook asked, a look of clear confusion spread across his face.

“Why don’t you see for yourself.” V’s voice somehow sounded frustrated for being so monotone. Jungkook was quiet for a moment and he could swear he could hear a banging coming from the other room.

Jungkook quickly moved out of the bedroom with V following and they headed down the hallway. As they walked, the banging had seemed to stop but it was soon replaced with a loud CRASH as the two almost reached the library. Jungkook jumped backwards and let out a small scream in surprise at the bookshelf falling down hard onto the ground. Surprisingly, V didn’t move at all. How?! Once Jungkook regained his senses, he looked back at the bookshelf only to notice Jimin standing on the other side of it. Did he really push it down by himself?

For a moment, Jungkook was just confused. Perhaps his brain really just did not want to accept what he was seeing. Jimin glared back at them, eyes blood-red. The effect was softened a bit by the fact he was wearing Jungkook’s sweatshirt. It was far too large on the smaller boy and the sleeves easily went over his hands. In any other situation Jungkook might have laughed, but in this one his heart clenched in pain.

“Jimin…?” Jungkook asked softly, starting to walk around the bookshelf and towards Jimin. There was absolutely no way that this was happening again. Not after how great last night went.

Jungkook could see Jimin’s tiny hands ball into fists even through the oversized sweatshirt as he approached. Jungkook froze. No. This couldn’t be right. The sweater was supposed to work. The sweater did work. There was no way this was happening. They did not go and find the sweater for nothing. This was all just a part of Jungkook’s terrible nightmare.

Jungkook shook his head and continued to walk towards Jimin, quicker now. This wasn’t real, this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real! There must be some sick joke going on and Jungkook was not going to let it slide. Jungkook ignored the way that Jimin flinched and acted as if he were going to attack Jungkook and extended his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin and hugged in close. He shut his eyes tightly and felt Jimin struggle to be free. This could not be happening again. There was no way.