Darkside

8

The sun is shining through the openings in the curtain, and unfortunately for you, a golden ray manages to shine across your face. It's uncomfortable and too warm, which eventually leads to dragging you out of your slumber.

You groan and stuff your face back into the pillow, turning away from the source of light. You're too comfortable in this bed, so comfortable that you don't even want to move. The blankets are warm, silky and soft, just the perfect texture and temperature. It feels like heaven.

You didn't remember having such a nice bed. Maybe your mom had helped you change your covers and quilts without telling you.

Exhaling in comfort, you hug the blanket closer to yourself. Last night was a heck of a dream, you think to yourself. But then, why do my legs feel so realistically sore?

You shake off the thought, trying to cling to the fact that it was a dream. After all, there was no way Jungkook would say all those mean things to you. He loved you, and there was no way he would do that. 

Your heart tightens painfully. But you still hadn't managed to find him yet. Maybe the dream was a reminder of a place you could hopefully meet him in? Except, this time it would go well, and you would manage to take him home.

But why did your heart still ache so badly, like it was missing a piece? 

Like you were missing out on something.

You grumble, unhappy that your great morning was disrupted with all these negative thoughts. You had originally wanted to return back to sleep in your comfy bed, but now you couldn't help but feel more awake than ever. 

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to let these thoughts escape you, and you sigh miserably before giving up and getting out of bed.

That's when you freeze in place, once you take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You furrow your brows and widen your eyes, staring horrifically at the walls which were light, pale gray and not the usual color of your room.

What the hell?

You're much more awake than you were mere seconds ago as you look around in horror and astonishment, heart racing at your unfamiliar surroundings. You're about to panic and start screaming and yelling for help before you remember last night.

You want to choke back a sob when you realize that last night was not a dream, but reality.

Your heart sinks. Jungkook had really done that to you. That cold, empty and daunting look in his eyes were real and directed to you. The way he had treated you, with arrogance and cruelty wasn't just fear or figment of your imagination.

It was all real, and it was a bit too painful to take.

Though Jimin had managed to bring your mind elsewhere last night, you were unable to distract yourself now. With the memories of pain, tears sprung into your eyes from the hurt and you put a hand over your mouth, trying to silence your sobs.

Tears endlessly stream down your cheeks, and you let them free. You're tired of always having to hide them in front of the public's eye, tired of having to tell everyone that you were doing fine. Because you weren't. Without Jungkook, a piece of yourself seemed to be missing, and you couldn't function completely without him by your side.

You couldn't remember a day where you hadn't thought of him, a time where he hadn't been there to protect you from danger. You couldn't remember a day without his beautiful bunny smile, without him by your side.

This was the first fight you'd ever gotten into with him, and it hurt.

It hurt to know that now he had found new and better friends, and he didn't need you in his life anymore. You were that easily replaced; just give a couple of weeks to him, and he had managed to completely replace your existence with someone else.