Deads Advocate

6

The week leading up to the big adventure was hectic, and to Taehyung's mind, somewhat fun. The resort was booked, their two best rooms on the dime from the university. Equipment was packed, plans were made, and Jungkook had finished his marks by mid week, freeing him up for the two of them to spend time together.

A mini honeymoon of sorts.

They had decided they would move out of the ratty apartment and into something better. With Jungkook now a working professor, and Taehyung, having more than his fare share of money from combat pay, and years of having nothing to spend it on, they could definitely afford it. It was nice, homey, and best of all, it was what normal couples did.

Life, for at least a little, was idyllic, save for the impending trip, but even that seemed distant, and pushed aside. Taehyung had seen no more dead men in straight jackets.

Jungkook however.....

Jungkook was having bright, blinding visions. In varying states of distress, with vary numbers of people, but all in that damn hospital. There was something there he needed to find out, to understand. He'd be damned though if he could figure it out.

The dreams though...

Dreams he knew he was having, yet forgetting most of them.

The dreams slipped away like grains of sand.

They were also important.

He just couldn't figure them out.

Sighing wearily, Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, mind churning, Sunday night had come all to soon. He wore a t-shirt that belong to Tae, the material falling to mid thigh, Jungkook's big doe eyes, unfocused, face, pensive and pinched in deep thought.

 "Penny for your thoughts?" Taehyung asked, settling beside Jungkook, the soldier's dog tags clinking softly, resting against his taught muscled chest. He wore nothing save the tight, boxer briefs he favored.

Bambi eyes glanced to him, large and liquid, searching his deep chocolate for any signs of fear or trepidation, but the younger saw nothing but steady calmness.

Without words, Jungkook wrapped his arms around his lovers neck, working himself into the wide lap, feeling callused palms already working the hem of the shirt up a muscled thigh. Taehyung had promised himself he wouldn't be sidetracked; he was going to get the truth from Jungkook about his thoughts, what was bothering him.

All good intentions flew from his head however, when Jungkook's lips touched his.

"No! Please!"

Those cries again...

Heartbreaking and familiar somehow... Jungkook didn't hesitate, his bare feet moving across the shining linoleum, determined to get to the room where, the now much softer cries, were coming from. 

They had drugged him.

They always did, making him docile and quiet.

Jungkook got to the small window, glancing in to see where the other lay, immobile and silent now.

Maybe this time he would see a face...

"Not yet..." a quiet voice came to him.

He gasped, turning quickly.

No one had ever spoken to him in a dream before.

Wide eyes tried to focus on the figure beside him, but the dream was already fading, blurring.