Jungkook felt the oncoming doom and worry creep into his bones. It settled into his bones. His dreams were plagued by them. It grew larger and larger, overtaking Jungkook's mind and imagination. It loomed over him as vast darkness, terrifying and unsettling. Jungkook felt trapped. He felt stuck and discontent. Fire licked and burned his skin. Echoes of voices blurred through his ears but too distant for Jungkook to make out the meaning. The voices felt familiar but his mind could not place them. Ghostly touches lingered over his skin, caressing his cheek and neck. Running cold daunting fingers over his chest down to his stomach. Jungkook felt trapped inside his dream. Trapped inside his mind. His dreams made him disoriented. And he no longer knew if he was truly sleeping or not. But he could not pull himself from slumber. The voices continued to speak in softly whispered sentences. There was shuffling and a light breeze. Pins prickled underneath his skin and sharp pain from the base of his neck distracted his thoughts momentarily. And then the voices were gone. And Jungkook woke.
Jungkook woke, gasping and coughing for air. The darkness of the room was too bright and the moonlight agitated his eyes. His sheets clung to his feverish skin. Bile and acid burned away at his throat. Every muscle contained in his body ached and screamed at him, yet he did not move. His chest caved in and out at an alarming rate. His mind was clouded and foggy. But Jungkook immediately knew what was wrong.
His tired and sore eyes scanned the vacant bedroom. Yoongi was not there. His demon was not there next to him in bed soothing Jungkook in his sleep with calming words and even calmer hands. His demon was not sitting at the desk beside him, with his eyes on Junghyun's novel and his fingers entangled in Jungkooks. He was not hurdled in the corner of the desk pressed against the wall looking out into the eerie night sky as he softly sang children's songs from his realm. Yoongi was not there.
And Jungkook could not feel him.
His stomach churned with worry and anguish. The pit of his stomach that was always warm and fuzzy with the comfort and content of Yoongi's soul mixing with his had gone cold. Jungkook could not feel Yoongi. Jungkook could not feel the familiar pull of Yoongi's soul pulling him as close as possible. He could not feel the emotions and feelings pooling out of Yoongi's soul and into his. Jungkook pushed and pushed and pushed. He closed his eyes tight and twisted his face into pain. He begged and pleaded for Yoongi's soul to answer. He begged for Yoongi to feel his pain and come rushing back to him.
Jungkook gasped out a whine and a choke. He felt empty and alone without two souls radiating around one another in his stomach. And Jungkook let out the loudest screech of his life. He screamed out in pain and in loneliness. He screamed hoping the sound would reach wherever his demon was. He screamed hoping the sound would breach the crusts of the earth and shake the hell beneath them. He screamed hoping the sound would echo into the heavens cursing the gods and their cruel fates.
Jungkook screamed and screamed. But he could not move. He was paralyzed. It took all the remaining strength in him just to turn his head to look out into the emptiness of the bedroom wishing that when he opened his eyes Yoongi would be right there. That he would open his eyes and realize it was just a dream. Just a nightmare. But that did not happen and he was met with darkness each time.
He barely registered his bedroom door being kicked down. Barely heard the lock of his bedroom door being busted open. But Jungkook did feel the swoop of arms as they gathered him into a chest. Namjoon cradled Jungkook, he rested his hands on Jungkook's back and behind his head. Jungkook opened his eyes and saw Seokjin lean over the bed reaching forward to feel Jungkook's forehead.
"Jungkook, where is Yoongi?" Hoseok pushed through the door, his eyes wide and frantic, "where is he?"
Jungkook shook his head and sobbed into Namjoon's shoulder, "I- I can't-"
