Coffee Shop

Chapter 7 : Nightmares

Taehyung's P.O.V.

"You okay?" I asked. Jungkook nodded slightly as he ripped off a small piece of bread and plopped it into his mouth.

"You sure? I mean, you sure you sure? You still look... a bit pale." I said. Jungkook slightly nodded his head and continued to eat his bread piece by piece.

We both woke up the next morning at 3:38 AM. Well, it was more like me waking up to the sounds of Jungkook crying again and then volunteering to comfort him. I couldn't blame him though... he woke up due to a nightmare to which he explained that he had been having every night ever since the incident. He explained that sometimes his nightmares weren't bad so he didn't wake up crying or sobbing, just feeling exhausted. But I guess last night, his nightmare decided to take the severe route.

He never explained what his nightmare was about, and so I still have to ask him on that. After he calmed down, we decided to get out of the bedroom for a while and eat something. since we both couldn't fall back to sleep. I finished eating my bread a few minutes ago.

"Hey Kooks." Jungkook looked up at my eyes.

"... what was your nightmare about?" I asked cautiously, watching his eyes for any sudden feeling of fear.

Jungkook's eyes stared at me blankly, as if wondering what to do or what to... write down. His cheeks were a bit stuffed with pieces of bread and his red, puffy eyes were still glistening in the faded moonlight. He still had his bed hair and his overly sized white t-shirt exposed his well defined collar bones.

He swallowed the food in his mouth and began searching around for what I assumed to be a pencil and paper, since he left his phone on the bed. I helped search around the apartment and eventually found a small notebook and a pen on the lamp table.

We both went to sit down on the couch, since Jungkook finally finished his bread. He started writing down and I patiently waited. He handed the notebook back into my hands and I began reading.

The dream would somewhere start with me running down the same road that my mother crashed in, at the same night, at the same time. It was raining, but raining blood instead of water. I've assumed that the blood... was my parent's blood.

I kept running without any destination in mind. I couldn't see anything except darkness.

While I was running, flashes of memories of my father, and basically everyone who ridiculed me in highschool, would start presenting themselves in front of my eyes. Echos of words, words that were used against me, would bounce around the walls of darkness. Those faces began calling me stupid, faggot, asshole, useless, failure, etc. And I believed those words since they were constantly everywhere in my dream.

Eventually, the real fear began. The rain of blood began to rain down harder and harder at an extremely fast pace. The blood soon turned from puddles, to actual rivers. Everything just began to flood with blood. I would always try to swim to the surface, but it felt like I was glued down into my position. It was like I had forgotten how to swim.

The crazy thing was that once I was under the ocean of blood, it wasn't blood anymore. It was like it somehow turned into water, salty water. I would finally be able to swim to the surface and once I made it to the top, the scenery would change.

I was now in the middle of the ocean at night. It was raining like hell, and no it wasn't blood this time. Waves began to crash over me. Wave after wave after wave. Even if I was hit with these waves so many times, each hit still seemed new to me. Whenever I was pulled down into the water, I would see bodies. Dead bodies that had drowned. Their bodies would float underneath the water lifelessly, looking all pale and blue. Eyes closed, skin slowly dissolving, moss entangled in their hair. I never recognized these bodies, never.