It's Only You || Vkook Namjin Yoonminseok

1. Dream or Reality?

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~Jungkook~

I gasped for breath as I relentlessly tried to forget the streaming images which kept on playing in my mind. Ears resonating aloud with constant screams. I rubbed the sleep out of eyes only to see what I least expected of.

Nothing. And this nothingness ironically intruded my sanity. It made me feel different; it made me feel weird.

Fear. Is it not that feeling of total demise and agony which send constant shivers down your spine. Regardless of the fact how dangerous it might be in certain situations? Or was it paranoia?

That eerie feeling which you get when you feel as if someone is watching you from an unknown, hidden place?

Whatever it was. I knew I didn't want to be associated with it in anyway whatsoever.

Outside was Black. The whole sky was painted charcoal with the utmost perfection. Maybe it was the machinery which coughed out smoke constantly, the homes which spat out the remaining souls or the stinging aroma of death and agony.

Humans had done it again. They did what they do best. They had murdered another one of their kind as their planes excreted bombs in mid-air that afternoon. Power won over wisdom again. They were yet again successful.

Humans were on fire. In my village, they were literally on fire.

War is beautiful. The only existing thing capable of doing what it's meant to do. A fine line drawn between success and failure. It reproduces destruction. I have seen people willingly bow down in front of it. Worship it. Then I have seen the same war swallowing them in. War is bliss.

I casually started walking around. Stumbling upon bodies and debris along the way. My body registered each and every odd detail it came across. The void hollows of my ears picked up the tiniest of vibrating frequencies all around. The deafening sounds of coughs and screams produced as an after effect of the fierce blows people had received. The annoying swish of air which penetrated against the openings of my wind pipe, resisting against anything which stood as guard to protect my privacy. As if nature cared for anything like that.

I somehow found it very amusing, as carriages after carriages arrived, rushing from one place to another, picking up lifeless, limp bodies. Who are you trying to save? They are already dead. Maybe they were just being selfish. Catering to their sense of duty. But I had other things to take care of. I had to find my parents. I had yet to find my beloved, my mate.

But time wasn't moving. Everything seemed lost. Everyone seemed lost. I came across many familiar faces. My neighbor. That fat lady who played detective all day. Who kept eye on everything. A smile stretched out on my face as I remembered cursing her, remembering how much I wished she just died. She never did. But now, of all times when I actually need her help. She lies there, unmoving.

Saw our neighborhood guard. Came across his children. Friends, dead buildings, my ugly competitor. My body desperately kept on trying to keep me on my feet. As if I was a newborn, learning how to walk. And soon, I recognized the street where I lived. the street where I used to live. A lifeless narrow path was barely visible. Soon something caught my attention. A sweet tune befitting best the character of a melody. It's when they mourn, someone was sobbing.

It's not that I was a sadist. It's only natural in times of war when you see someone you know. See when they are actually breathing. Anyone would be happy. Especially if it were their beloved. I found him. I wish I hadn't.

I walked cautiously towards his crouching figure. I saw red, a lot of it. Blood sprayed across the ground, his hands, his legs. He was bleeding. The whole world was bleeding.

I tried calling out to him. "Honey, it'll be okay" entertaining our situation with a bit of cliché. But he wouldn't stop sobbing. Crying at my foster parent's limp bodies. "It won't bring them back, please get up" was what I said. And so he obeyed. And like a bride at an aisle, he rose.

Short strands of thick and undeniably beautiful yellowish-blond locks were gracefully leaning against his slim - slender shoulders. His long and dark, bowing eyelashes were showing off the teary pools of blue. His breathtaking and completely stunning figure was somehow still delicately catered to by his dusty, bloody clothes. There was this odd feeling of satisfaction on my face; an odd reflection of love and innocence. But he moved. He moved away, leaving me gawking at him like an idiot. He was ignoring me. He never ignored me.

And it was then, when he crouched down to another body, when my legs finally gave up on my burden. I was stunned at the sight which welcomed my confusion. It was supposed to be impossible. But yet, there he was, crying again at another body. Crying at my body. I called out to him. Shouted at him. Tried to shake him. But it was of no use. It was funny. Who was I trying to save? He was already dead. Maybe I was being selfish. Catering to my sense of sanity.

What was he going to do? What was I going to do? There was a scent of dread lingering between the three of us. It hit me. Every time he shook my limp form. It hurt me, every time he called out. Both of us were being ignored by each other. I, by my still alive love. My beloved, by my unconscious form. "I love you"

I love you too. And our lips met for the briefest of moments. Then, it fell on my nose, my hand, mixed in with those tears travelling down my cheek. Soon it just consumed my whole body. Rain. It wasn't depressing at all.

Do hearts ache?

Because mine did.

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