demonic (Taekook)

10

It was dark when Jungkook woke up, eyes staring up at a pitch black void. He shifted underneath a thick blanket and found a faint source of light flitting in through the window shades, dust moats faintly visible in the moons rays. 

He watched it for a moment, brain moving entirely too slow, like an old computer booting up for the first time in ages. Jungkook sat up, his sore muscles complaining at the movement. His mind flickered over how his body came to ache so much and instead of panic, his brain just ached duly, wondering if it had all been a dream... or nightmare, rather. The physical repercussions were all too real however, and that did nothing but make his conscious ache worse than any muscle ever could.

His eyes shifted around his dark room, taking in the deep shadows until his eyes adjusted to the blackness. He wondered if he would gradually adjust to the new, suffocating darkness in his life like eyes do when all is black and you feel as though you'll never see again. 

His tired eyes sluggishly moved to a shape that itched for his attention in the corner of his adjusting gaze. A shadow that seemed too deep to be there mere absence of light. He stared a moment until his eyes picked out another pair of eyes gazing right back, a figure of a person sitting against the wall, watching him.

His heart hammered instantly in his chest, panic rising once again. He scrambled back , drawing the heavy sheet up to his neck, knees clutched to his chest. Panicked and fearful tears began leaking down his face without his permission while his mind begged what his mouth couldn't make out, breath gasping.

Please, no, not again, not again, no, not again, please.

The dark room started to tilt and swirl into a black blur. He was falling again, descending into nothing but more depths of black nothing. Jungkook couldn't get enough air, his lungs hungrily seeking out oxygen while his mind spun from the lack of it. He was lost in the dark, eyes squeezed shut, begging to stop falling.

He felt a warmth spread over his back and neck, a hum of his name, over and over, gradually growing clearer, he clung onto it for dear life, anything to stop his endless descent. The feeling of the bed underneath him, the wall against his back, the sheet clutched ever so tightly in his grasp, all gradually came back to him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid of what would appear when he looked. The thick dark atmosphere of the room as pierced by a low, soft voice

"Jungkook, its okay, you're okay..." The gentle murmur eased his clenched hand he hadn't realized were aching from the desperate grip on the sheet. His muscles relaxed, becoming less rigid and he felt exhausted suddenly as if he'd run a marathon, breath gradually slowing from near hyperventilation.

The warmth on his back rubbed up and down, comforting until he found his mind quietly slipping into a new kind of darkness, a warm, welcome shade pulled over his already closed eyes until he was once again the prisoner to sleep.

Jungkook woke again to a parched throat. His peeled open his crusted eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. He gradually flexed his muscles, stretching his limbs. He felt as if he'd slept for a month, his head felt puffy and his body felt stiffer than a log. 

He set his feet on the ground and walked to the bathroom, the need to piss overwhelming. Jungkook thumbed through what he last remembered, trying to figure out what day it was, or even what time it was. He brushed away the thoughts that itched on the edge of his mind and went to find clothes, noting that he wore only a pair of sleeping shorts. Jungkook felt a dull ache in his stomach, not noticing how hungry he was until he had finished gulping water from the sink faucet. He shuffled out to the main room of his apartment only to find a man sitting on his couch.

Kim Taehyung was sittingin the center of the couch, staring into nothing, his expression one of deep though and what appeared to be worry. Jungkooks heart jolted, a sense of unease prying at his mind, but he pushed it down. He simply stood there, watching as Taehyungs gaze snapped to him in a split second, the expression on his face deepening until lines formed between his eyebrows as they arched downwards.