Human (Vkook)

22# hybrid

Thank you for still reading this story despite my slow updates.

Jungkook hadn't slept, but rather, kept his eyes open, staring at the nothingness in the corner of the dark room. It was 3:15am, but his eyes couldn't close for the engine in his mind was still running, drowning his thoughts in shattered memories.

He had convinced himself that he was happy. He was happy, or rather, glad that he had remembered the male who lay besides him, snoring softly with his body slayed across the bed. He raised his hand, running his fingers through the older's messy locks, a content sign leaving his lips.

He was happy.

But he was also terrified.

Because with the gain of all his good conscious thoughts, he had remembered the bad things as well.

Thoughts which almost seemed like they weren't his, but they gripped on his body, binding him in agony. The emotions he didn't think he would ever feel, wrapped around his heart like chains.

He was in pain.

But not all of it was physical.

But rather, mentally, and emotionally. The worst type of trauma pledged on him like a disease.

I should sleep. He thought to himself as he watched the clock strike 4.

He closed his eyes.

However, that had proved to be a mistake because, in the dark of his eyelids, he could see his unfortunate past. Like a doll, he was tossed into the space between reality and a nightmare as he relieved the scars of years of misfortune.

He had become the main actor of his despair.

He could feel himself float, body suspended in the dark mass of shadows around him before he felt rough fingers wrap around his ankle. He began to panic, the pure feeling of terror seeping in through the cracks in his mind as he outstretched his arms, desperately trying to grab onto anything, but there was nothing. He felt himself being dragged downwards into the vast of the unknown, and out of panic, he opened his mouth to scream, however, his words were strangled by a liquid which rushed into his lungs, casting him in a stronger darkness.

He awoke in his body seconds later. The body of himself from 5 years ago, bedridden, having been suffocated by thick blood for the past 8 hours after his phone call with Taehyung. He was unsure of how it happened, he was probably living a nightmare, but to him, it felt real. Tangible to an extend, and as he raised his heavy hands, observing the pale, long fingers extending from his palm, he concluded that he was Jeongguk again. He could feel the pain again, the similar burn in his throat and sting in his eyelids, the fire in his bones and the ice on his skin. He was neither hot nor cold, but rather in between, like he was burning in a cold sea, both forms of heat fighting for dominance.

He was in his room again from what he could tell through his blurry eyelids. He was in his father's house, sweating and shivering against the silk sheets, the faint traces of tears lining his eyes.

He remembered this day.

He recalled the fear of dying; the scent of death had almost consumed his body to a point where his scenes couldn't focus on anything else.

And the thought of dying in the same way as his mother was even more terrifying.

No doctors could help him, having had sent him home because there was nothing they could do for him. They didn't understand what he was sick of, no one did, much like when his mother was sick, they couldn't help her. At the time, he was sure that he would die the same way his mother had, having already given up hope of seeing sunset. He had began to accept the inevitable....