A Jikook Fanfic;
Jungkook is a new university student studying art and multimedia who is also struggling with his social anxiety when he meets a group of older guys in his school who refuse to leave him alone. A boy with peach colored hair, Jimin, i...
The dream starts like it normally does. My eyes are open, and I know I am submerged in water.
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The bubbles dance around me, and only a few strands of light filter in above me; I am not afraid. I kick my way to the surface, but going up feels like climbing down.
I break the surface of the water, yet I step down into a meadow. I know I am dreaming a dream that I have had before, and, as if on queue, a wind sweeps past and blows petals on a nearly magical breeze.
I look around, and out of the trees walk two people: Jimin and Hoseok. They look like themselves because their features are the same as in life, but they don't look human. Jimin's feet do not seem to touch the ground, and he seems to radiate a blue halo. I am reminded of a frosted winter evening, for he looks as if he is a sculpture molded from ice. His eyes are alight.
Hoseok, on the other hand, is tall and broad and strong, and flowers grow from the places his feet touch the grass of the meadow. He is golden, and his hair is a fall of autumn leaves. His mouth is a heart-shaped smile. My heart twinges in my chest as I watch them near me.
This dream is always the same, and I am lucid. I close my eyes, and I dig my bare toes into the soil beneath my feet. I inhale deeply, the scent of pine and lavender shifting in the air around me. I bend my head back and open my eyes to find a twilight sky, and the moon burns as bright as the sun. I tilt my head to the side as I watch the two men close the distance between us, and I am captive.
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"Yoongi," the two men say in unison.
I look to the both of them. Jimin and his cold beauty seems stark beside the full brightness of Hoseok.
"Pursue me," Jimin whispers. His pale colored lips bloom into a smile lovely enough to break my heart.
Hoseok's light filled body nears me and rests a palm to my cheek, and he begs "Stay with me."
A tear rolls from my eye, and Hoseok catches it on his finger. Jimin is watching. I glace down to see that the tear is filled with blood, and I look up to see that Jimin and Hoseok have turned into two versions of myself.
