oblivion • jungkook

Chapter 07.

author's note - listen to 'the truth untold' by bts ~

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i hate the fact that i have to pretend like nothing's wrong.
wear this stupid fake smile.
while everyone expects me to be fine.
because i'll always be alright, right?

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jungkook's pov

"You'll be sharing your room with Joo (Y/N) from now onwards."

The words continued to ring in my ears, each syllable had its turn to sink in, one by one, as the weight of the new information start to form an alarming realisation in my mind.

I was going to share a room with another person.

And it's her.

I groaned, this felt like a stupid joke. It was only a trifling couple of weeks ago when I swore to not get her involved in this fucked up life of mine, to forget about her, to forget about everything. But no. God had to play me like this. I did a quick mental calculation on how much longer she would take until she freaks out as a result of finding my not-very-well-hidden stash of blades and bandages in the bathroom drawers. Sighing, I jogged back to my dorm, praying desperately that (Y/N) wouldn't be there yet.

Panting as I reached for the key in my jean pocket, the door unlocked and swung open with a satisfying click. I didn't even manage to take a step in my room when a loud scream pierced through the air. The scream tore through me like a shard of glass. I felt my eyes widen and pulse quicken, my heart pounding like a rock rattling in a box. The blood drained on my face when I heard the scream again, and before my brain began to process things logically my legs had already unconsciously took off into the room—only to find..

(Y/N).

Countless beads of cold sweat were evident on her forehead as she thrashed wildly on the bed, her pale face scrunched up in a grimace. She let out another scream. This scream was the most intense and ear-splitting one yet. They say you couldn't truly feel another's pain and suffering, but through her screams of absolute rawness, it was as if you could almost feel all the appalling emotions that was happening in her nightmare.

Pain. Terror. Distress. Shock. Panic. Torment.

I felt it all, deep down, right there, aching in my heart.

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your pov

As the town hall clock began to chime twelve times, a signal that it is midnight, I take in a deep breath, and climb over the vine-covered fence. Landing with the softest thud, I try to keep my breathing pattern slow and even whilst I head straight towards the beautiful garden.

This stealing act was becoming more familiar and quicker to execute each night, but the beauty of this divine garden manages to take my breath away every single time. Standing here, gazing at the colourful flowers, it almost feels like I am trapped in a magnificent eternity, where I am not just a poor peasant girl who steals and sells flowers, where I wouldn't be starving everyday, where I wouldn't be who I am now. Unwillingly, I tore my eyes away and swiftly glanced up at the glass window.