A Window to the Past | Jikook ♥

Chapter 7

That night, Jimin had difficulties falling asleep, turning and tossing in his bed. As for Hoseok, as his usual self, he was curled up under his covers, and Jimin could hear occasionally little snores escaping his pouty mouth.

Even after he fell asleep, Jimin's mind was restless and agitated. In his dream, Jimin was looking around their dorm for Jungkook. Room after room, he was calling the maknae's name but each time received no answer. In the midst of searching for Jungkook, Jimin knew that something was off. A feeling of fear and uneasiness settled on the pit of his stomach, and he only knew one thing: he needed to find Jungkook. Now becoming frantic, Jimin stopped before their bathroom's door that he still hadn't checked. His heart dropped and his windpipe became constricted. He knew what was hiding behind the door, waiting for him. He had already been there before.

Not being able to stop himself, he opened the door, but nothing could have prepared him for the horrific scene unfolding before his aghast eyes. Much like when he had found his mother, Jungkook was pale as death, laying in a pool of his own blood, his shiny raven hair now damped with the crimson liquid, and his skin was livid and whitish. He was still in a foetal position, curled up on himself, his ragged wrists pressed on his chest, on a t-shirt that used to be white.

A pained whimper of utter agony escaped Jimin's throat, and he fell on his knees, his legs now too weak to withstand his weight. The shock send a strike of pain in his knees, but he didn't care. Tears already began flooding on his cheeks and complaints along broken sobs began racking his body. A feeling of utter sadness and helplessness filled his whole being. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be real.

His Jungkookie, his precious maknae, covered in blood, dead. Without really checking, Jimin knew that he was gone already, that nothing could bring him back.

"Kookie, please... Not you too, don't leave me..."

This was too much. He couldn't take it. His heart, his head was going to explode. He pulled at his hair, hard enough to tear it.

Jungkook's eyes, empty and vitreous. His bloody wrists. His curled up body on the floor, lifeless and his skin, even more pale under the white light of the cold bathroom.

This was too much. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't-

His eyes opened. He stayed there in his bed, frozen, still too choked and hazy from his nightmare. It was a dream. Just a dream. Jungkook was fine. It wasn't real. His breathing slowed down and he brought a hand to his eyes. Tears were still spilling down his temples. He whipped them angrily, frustrated.

He stood up from his bed. This time, he needed to find Jungkook, and preferably alive. He needed his warmth and to hear his beating heart. He knew he wouldn't be able to calm down until he saw him.

Still distraught, he crossed the corridor while hugging himself against the cold air. In his big t-shirt, he felt so cold, in need of warmth. He needed Jungkook. He opened the door and went to the bed in which a sleeping form was engulfed. The dancer slipped under the covers and snuggled close to Jungkook until their legs were tangled and Jimin's chest was pressed on Jungkook's , his face in the crook of his neck. Now settled in his own heaven, he inhaled Jungkook's flowery scent. The raven haired boy moaned lightly in his sleep and turned his head so that his chin was plopped up on Jimin's head. Jimin took in Jungkook's warmth, his beating heart, his moving chest. God, he wanted to cry again now, so so relieved it had been a nightmare. Few tears slipped past his guard and he clutched Jungkook's t-shirt even tighter in his tiny fists.

"Don't ever leave me." He whispered to a sleeping Jungkook.

Sure, he was afraid of his own feelings, scared to death even, but losing Jungkook was the scariest of all