Bonded [BTSxReader]

27: Unsettling Memories

"Why are my dreams feeling so... real?

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"Think about what you're doing! Please! They'll be able to fix it soon, I promise! Just please, don't jump!" Jimin cried out.

But the girl on the high building's end didn't respond.

Jimin tried to desperately to get to her, but his legs wouldn't move.

"Please! I'm begging you!" he cried.

"This is the only way, Jimin. I'm sorry." her voice echoed.

"No! This isn't the only way! We can figure this out, together! You'll be okay again, I know you will!"

She smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I won't be, but you will. And that's all I care about."

And without leaving him time to say anything more, she stepped off the ledge.

And the second she hit the ground, the world went dark.

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Jimin sat up bolt upright in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat. A searing migraine was all that remained of his dream, and he held his head in pain.

A feeling that would normally activate a bang, but for some reason, his migraines never did that. It was extremely peculiar.

Jimin winced, massaging his temples. He looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings, slowly remembering where he was.

With every passing night, his dreams were becoming more and more vivid. He could still feel the air from it. Dark, cold, and windy.

He hugged his arms around his chest, sitting in silence for a moment before deciding to get up for the day.

He walked into the kitchen, which was empty. He saw a plate on the counter, with a note attached to it.

Hey Jimin,

These are for you whenever you wake up! Most of us are going to be in the garden, come join us when you're done!

- Lisa

On the plate was a stack of pancakes. Jimin poked them with his finger, feeling that they were cold. He took the plate to the microwave to heat them up.

Walking to the dining table, he sat down to start eating, letting his thoughts swirl tremendously through his mind to occupy the silence.

He always felt like he was constantly in limbo. Too far gone to be ignorant to the past, but not having enough to grab onto his new future. It was a painful spot to be in.

Why did he lose his memories? What were his dreams? Were his dreams also a memory, or just his mind playing a game with him?

"Why are my dreams feeling so... real?" he asked himself.