✔Invisible Friendzone | BTS Seokjin

•Fateful Rainy Night•

★Jackson POV★

The rain shattered my window with an ominous sound, like that of a horror movie in a display of the gruesome night ahead.

A small light from my bedroom door woke me from my slumber, my eyes looking off into the distance in the hope of figuring out just what it was, my eyes squinting, my new room making me feel like an intruder in the home of someone else's.

I was unsure if it had been my father or my mother who had pulled me out of bed, but either way, I had stumbled my way down the corridor that led to the stairs, my hands rubbing my eyes to hopefully wake me up. 

"Hurry Jackson, your father and you need to go now!" my mother yelled.

My parents had finally moved into a small town in Korea, far from our motherland in China, but often woke up in the middle of the night whenever my mother realized we had forgotten something or that we needed to buy something important. This time, Mother had had a vision. My mother often got visions and would force both me and my father to investigate, and usually, it was something small, however this time we weren't prepared for what we were about to see.

My clothes were soaked as I walked down the road, my father using his flashlight to point to the side where the curve met the woods next to it.

It was pouring rain down and under our feet, my vision blurred until the unbearable sound of honking and yelling caught our attention.

Father was the first to run to a turned-over vehicle ahead of us, the car being flipped over near the edge of a ravine. There were two people inside, a woman clutching her hands against the window, while the figure next to her seemed to be a man.

I stood a bit further away, watching as my father propped the door open before I took my phone out and dialed for an ambulance. My fingers slipped as I pressed onto the screen,  my hopes that my phone wouldn't short circuit because of the rain.

Just as I was about to run to help my dad, the sound of a muffled cough caught my attention.

Down a small slope on the opposite side of the car my father was helping, a man crawled out of a flipped-over car, the lights of his car completely destroyed, the front where the engine was supposed to be was shattered as if it had been pushed inwards by a giant's thumb.

I walked over slowly until I reached him. It was a familiar face, one I hadn't seen in ages. My heart sank as I quickened my pace.

It was Jae.

I knew him. I knew that man better than I knew the new city I was living in.

I placed my phone down next to him before attempting to pull him up and off the ground, his eyes a glossy white-ish gray, his hair dripping blood down to his cheeks, and his forehead almost split open. I felt nauseous, but I pushed past the disgusting sight to try and comfort the man I called friend.

His legs were almost unbearable to see as I laid him down near a bus stop on the road, with enough cover to keep the rain out of his face. His head sat on my thighs, my hands going to my sides in hopes of finding something to clean him up or at least stop his injuries from bleeding out.

"What the heck, Jae what the fuck-! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I yelled out desperately.

My gut felt a sharp pain inside it as I looked over to see Jae's eyes closed. I started lightly pinching his arms, hoping that the pain would at least make him wince.

They did, his mouth opening to gargle a "stop," deep within his throat.

His last words to me.

To stop.