𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 | 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

Jungkook's pov
Rewritten
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Namjin's house— jungkook's room

"No please!

"No no no!

"NO!

Jungkook bolted upright in bed, heart hammering in his chest, his breath ragged and shallow. His body was drenched in sweat, and the remnants of the nightmare clung to his mind like a dark cloud he couldn't shake. The same dream, over and over again, always pulling him back to the same helpless, suffocating fear.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, and he became aware of the warmth pressed against his sides. Jimin was curled up on his left, his arm loosely draped over Jungkook's waist, while Mark hyung lay on his right, one hand resting protectively on Jungkook's shoulder. They were both still asleep, unaware of the storm raging inside him.

Jungkook tried to steady his breathing, not wanting to disturb them. His body felt heavy with exhaustion, his muscles sore from the crying that had consumed him the night before. He slowly began to slip out from under the covers, careful not to wake them, but as he moved, he felt Mark stir beside him.

"Where are you going, Kookie?" Mark's voice was groggy, his eyes barely open as he tightened his grip on Jungkook's hand. "It's too early... come back."

Jungkook hesitated, looking down at his hyung's sleepy face, but the need to clear his head pushed him forward. "Just the bathroom," he muttered quietly, his voice strained. He didn't want to say more; he wasn't ready to talk about the nightmares. Not yet.

Mark let out a soft hum of acknowledgment, releasing his hand and drifting back to sleep. Jungkook slipped out of bed, feeling the cold floor beneath his feet as he padded to the bathroom. The air inside was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of his dream. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he tried to gather himself.

His reflection in the mirror caught his eye, and he reluctantly stepped forward, bracing himself on the sink as he stared at his reflection. The person looking back at him felt foreign—his eyes were bloodshot, swollen from crying, his skin pale and washed out as if all the color had drained from his face. His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, and his lips were chapped and dry.

He looked like a ghost of himself.

Jungkook splashed some water on his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But as he reached for the towel, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him, his vision blurring around the edges. He stumbled, gripping the sink tightly to keep from collapsing. His head began to throb, a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through his skull.

"ARGH!" he groaned, clutching his head, his knees trembling under the weight of the pain. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his breath became labored, each inhale feeling like a struggle. "What's happening?" he gasped, his body doubling over in agony.

"Kookie? Are you okay? Open the door!" Mark's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, his tone filled with concern. The sound of his hyung's voice seemed far away, muffled by the pain that consumed Jungkook's entire body. He tried to stand, to move toward the door, but his legs gave out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor.

"No... no, it hurts... Arghh!" he screamed, clutching his head, his body trembling uncontrollably as the pain intensified. His vision was fading in and out, and it felt like he was being pulled under by something dark and suffocating. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

And then, through the haze of agony, a voice whispered in his mind.

"Gukkie... I love you."

Jungkook's eyes snapped open. The voice was deep, soothing, and familiar, but it wasn't Mark or Jimin. No one was in the room with him, yet he could hear it clear as day, echoing in his head.