I know I don't update this book much and I'm sorry, u beautiful readers deserve a better author. Here's another one to celebrate almost 3K!!!!!❤❤❤❤❤❤ (Btw I love u) (Btw I love comments and votes) (Btw requests are rad) also I am kinda basing this off my relationship with the dark plz don't judge me
Home from school, you head straight for your bedroom, nothing can keep you from sinking into the soft comforter and pillows. Your bed is missing you terribly and, being the sympathetic soul you are, you can not deny its quality time with you.
Into the welcoming sheets you fall and roll around until the covers bundle you up tightly. And you fall asleep.
When you awake you have the feeling of waking up in a different dimension. Your hair sticks to your forehead and your face is flushed with warmth. Groggily, you sit up, pushing the hair out of your eyes.
And then you open them.
And blink.
And see nothing.
The whole room is dark. No light filters through the windows, although the sound of heavy rain pouring buckets and buckets pounded them. Phone. Phones give light. Where's your phone? You search the sheets closest to you. Terror is sinking into your skin. The clothes on your door take on shapes. A person. A ghost. Something other than what it is. A scratch. You swear you hear it. Fearing mice, you pounded the mattress with your fist. Angry tears pool in your eyes. You need light.
Pulling your legs up closer to you, you pull the covers away from the floor, desperate to be safe from the things you couldn't see. What if something touched you?
It is too dark to try to get to the light switch. And by the rain's intensity, it is unlikely you have power anyway.
It's making your chest shake. You can't call out. Someone would have come in if anyone was home. But you are alone. No one is home yet. A shameful sob crawls out of your throat as you press your back against the wall.
You want to shut your eyes, but that would be worse. The weeping angels could move if you blinked, and while those weren't real, you never knew what was.
It felt like hours. Your body shakes with sobs and you begg for light. Lighting. Anything. A text. A phone call.
And then you hear it. The door. Someone is here. Heavy footsteps. Oh God. What if it's a burglar? Anything could be out there. Anyone. Maybe its your creepy neighbor from across the street. Or a serial killer.
Maybe--
"Y/n?"
You sob into your hand, not quite recognizing who it is in your panic.
"Y/n? I know you're here, the powers out, just, where are you?" He sighs. He knocks on your door and walks in.
Light, beautiful precious light floods your room, white blinding light. And Jungkook is there. Holding you. He sets the flashlight on your bed, upright so it's light spreads out farther. There are still shadows. But so much light.
He holds you to his chest stroking your hair.
"Why didn't you answer my call?"
"I couldn't find my phone." You sniffle.
The panic is subsidising. As long as Jungkook is here and that flashlight light up your room, you know you're gonna be okay.
"Your clothes," you observe. "they're all wet."
"I walked." He shrugs, pulling off his socks and shoes and the soaked coat.
"Why would you go out in this Jungkook it's dangerous!"
Jungkook laughs. "I live across the street, Y/n. And you were here alone. I'm not going to let you freak out by yourself."
Your shuddering breaths are evening out and he pulls a book off your dresser. He opens to your marked page and begins reading at the top, keeping you firmly tucked close to his chest.
"Every Institute has a Sanctuary. . . ."
Sad excuse for a One shot I'm sorry. I'm rly wrapped up in my other stories. I just put out the first chapter of Color of My Pain (sope). And I'm trying to stay on top of Strings and Diary of The Infinite. Plz be patient with me ❤❤❤❤
Book he's reading Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare, The Dark Artifices - Book 1 pg. 122 Chapter 5: Highborn Kinsmen
