Oppa (전정국)

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A/N: WARNING! This chapter contains sensitive content.

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A whole week later in Shanghai, and you and Jungkook became more and more attached at the hip. He hasn't been having any weird nightmares with you in the same room as him, which made him wonder how just your presence was enough to wipe those unusual visions away.

He just yearned for someone to hold him and kiss him the way he did to you, but something deeper, more passionate. You two had to love each other because you were siblings.

"Oppa?" Your bright voice called out. "Is everything alright?"

He groaned as he exited the thought tunnel he was just in. "Sorry, I zoned out for a second."

"It's okay. I was about to turn the lights off, anyway."

"Go ahead," he smiled at you.

The lights were soon off, and all he could see was the moonlit city through the window. He fiddled with the sheets using this thumbs and stared at the light of every car, every window, every cellphone tower, hoping that he would fall asleep eventually.

And he did, but not for long.

As the squinting motion of his eyes allowed all the sparkling dots to smear together in one bright light, Jungkook found himself standing in the middle of a somewhat lit hallway. It was the same hallway he saw the baby and his mother running through.

He could make out faint screams, so he quickly ran towards the sound. The screams were muffled behind a heavy door, and when he brought his hands to the doorknob in front of him, his hand disappeared right through, then his arm, up to his shoulder. He figured he'd might as well step through the door.

To his astonishment, he saw the mother on the ground holding her baby with one hand while the other clutched her bloody leg. In front of her was a young man holding a gun that was pointed straight at both of them.

He was about to punch the man when his fist just went straight through his figure without causing any impact. Jungkook felt hopeless, since he now knew he couldn't help to save this poor woman and her child. All he could do was painfully watch them die.

Jungkook saw the mother's face for the first time since he'd always seen things from the baby's perspective. She was very young, almost his age, along with the man. He saw how much she trembled and cried as she held her child with all her might and eyed the end of the gun. The man's face showed no mercy, and a mischievous grin was spread on his face.

Then, the cock of the gun rang throughout the room, and Jungkook felt himself lurch forward, only to be found sitting up in his bed.

He panted heavily, chest heaving up and down with each breath. It almost felt as if the bullet that was to be fired actually reached his heart, causing him to wince and clutch his chest.

He slowly shifted out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash water on his sweaty face. The cold liquid gave him some sense of awareness since he was afraid that he would get a heart attack if he fell asleep again.

Sleep is good for the body; why is it something to be afraid of? Jungkook asked himself as he gripped the sheets firmly and whimpered at the tight pain in his chest.

The faint sounds of these whimpers echoed throughout your ears, causing you to groan and shift. When the whimpers wouldn't stop, you opened your eyes and found the silhouette of Jungkook sitting up and breathing heavily.

"Oppa, please get some sleep," you spoke tiredly.

Jungkook hated himself at the moment. He hated that you woke up because of him, and now you'll feel obligated to console him to sleep. Back in Busan, you had separate rooms, and he didn't have to worry, but now, he felt disappointed for forgetting that and disturbing your precious sleep. "I wish I could, Y/N, but I can't," he said, ruffling the hair at the back of his neck.

"Bad dream?"

"No. I was diagnosed with insomnia in America," he lied.

"Are you cold? Do you want a sweater?" You were really starting to get concerned for the boy, now.

"No, I'm okay."

He really wasn't. He wanted so badly to tell you the truth, but he didn't want to break you and make you pity him just so he could feel some sense of support without putting your feelings first.

"Well, what can I do to help? I don't want you staying up the whole night. You'll get under-eye bags."

"Hold me. Please."

And with that, he walked over to your bed and snuck underneath the covers, waiting for you to embrace him with your warmth. You eventually did, burying his face in your chest and playing with his soft, fluffy strands. "Okay, Oppa. Now, go to sleep," you said, kissing the crown of his head.

Your voice was light and comforting, and with his ear pressed against your chest, your slow, even heartbeat was a full, yet soothing lullaby that eventually matched his. Soon enough, his arms glided around your waist while he closed his eyes and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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