Dream Pt.1

"Sora... I'm really-"

"Oh? What are you doing here?" Jungkook called from behind Taehyung, so he paused mid-sentence at the sudden disruption.

"Does it matter?" Taehyung slowly turned to look at Jungkook.

"Whatever. Sora, we have to head back- The maid has been looking for you," Jungkook shrugged, brushing past Taehyung... carefully helping me with my IV stand.

"S-Sora? Did you just call her by her name?" Taehyung tilts his head in confusion at Jungkook.

"What's wrong with that?" Jungkook asked, turning to look at Taehyung.

"You don't like Sora-"

"We're close now. Ever since you ignored her. I like her company," Jungkook shot Taehyung a smug look before pulling me with him. I turned to look at Taehyung to find his eyes gazing straight into mine. He stood quietly watching us as we walked towards the mansion. I felt really guilty, so I bit my lower lips and turned away from him.

"Got this for you. Drink it," Jungkook muttered, handing me a water bottle as he pushed my IV stand through the corridor.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking a sip of the water.

"What was he doing there with you? Were you uncomfortable?" Jungkook asked, turning to look at me in concern.

"He talked to me- said he's worried about me," I shrugged dismissively. Jungkook grew quiet and kept his eyes glued to the ground... lost in his own thoughts. What's up with him?

"Ah! Ms. Sora! And young master!" A nurse appears down the hallway.

"We went for a walk," Jungkook shrugged, finally snapping out of his thoughts.

"You shouldn't have left the medical room! You're not stable yet, Miss Sora," The nurse sighed, rushing up to me and helped me back into the medical room.

"How long will this take?" I asked the nurse while sitting against the bed.

"You'll be discharged this afternoon, but you need daily treatments, so please visit us every morning for a checkup," The nurse smiled while searching through the cabinet.

"Alright," I whispered as I leaned against the bed and that's when I noticed Jungkook standing blankly against the door.

"Young master, Ms. Sora needs to rest now," The nurse slightly bowed at Jungkook, so he snapped out of his thoughts and blinked at her.

"I'll see you later," Jungkook glanced at me anxiously and left the room. The nurse gave me a pill, and slowly, I dozed off into a deep sleep.

I was in a dark room crying in someone's arms. Everything inside me was falling apart, but the person held my broken pieces together within the soothing warmth of his arms. I tightly clenched onto his back while he gently rocked me back and forth with his hand running through my hair. I slowly look up with my teary eyes to find Jungkook's dark brown eyes staring back at me. I was afraid, afraid that he'd let me go and I'd shatter into pieces. Thinking about it made my chest ache in pain. So, I tried to pull him closer to me, but I ended up falling into a dark pit. Where am I? I turned around to find nothing but total darkness around me.

I wanted to scream for help, but nothing came out of my mouth. What's going on? Confused, I knelt on the floor... sobbing uncontrollably. I hate the darkness. Suddenly, an arm made its way around my shoulder- as if to comfort me. I slowly open my eyes to find a little boy about nine years old patting my shoulder. He raised his finger to his lips... signaling me to be quiet. Those dark brown eyes... Taehyung...? He quickly turned around to grab a little boy's hand, who was a few years younger than him.

The little boy looked terrified. He looks familiar, I thought to myself. Oh, it's Jungkook. What on earth? The little Jungkook seemed frightened as he hugged an elderly man... Mr. Jeon? The man was as terrified as Jungkook, and he was hugging Jungkook tightly. I slowly turned to look at the darkness, and that's when I realized we were in the closet again. We were all afraid as we pressed our backs against the wall in the dark. What's outside the closet? Why are we in here?

Suddenly the door swung open, and someone let out a deafening scream. But before I could react- I felt myself being yanked out of the closet- and stumbled into a brightly lit room. Afraid, I shielded my eyes from the bright lights when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to find a familiar smiley eye staring right back at me. Jimin...? What the hell is going on? He smiled brightly at me, but there was a thick black mist emitting from his back. I wanted to tell him about it, but I couldn't. Jimin kept on smiling at me as the black mist seeped out of him... slowly polluting the room. At this point, I wanted to scream in frustration. Where did my voice go?!

Abruptly, I felt a hard shove against my back... sending me crashing into Jimin. We fell to the ground. Jimin's face twisted in pain as he sprawled beneath me. I immediately got up, wanting to apologize, but stopped dead when I saw the bright red blood flowing... from underneath Jimin. I froze in horror as I stared at Jimin. He was choking in pain beneath me. I quickly turned to look behind me, but no one was there. Shakily, I turned around to find both my palms... covered in blood... and somehow... I was holding a bloody knife.

How...? What the hell? My heart stopped beating as I stared at Jimin... clutching his left chest in pain. Did I stab him? No, I didn't! What the hell?! Panicking, I drew him close to me. NO NO NO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! The words wouldn't come out of my mouth- So I sobbed in frustration and held him against my chest. His eyes grew dimmer the more he lost his blood... and yet... he gave me a weak smile. ANDWAE! ANDWAE! This can't be happening! I froze when I felt a pair of arms pulling me away from Jimin. I fought the person and held onto him tightly, but the force was too powerful for me to resist.

I thrashed wildly as I was being dragged further away from Jimin, who was resting in his own pool of blood. I felt as if someone was tearing my chest apart, and soon enough- I was back in the darkness again. I gripped my face in confusion and let out a painful whimper. What did I do to Jimin? I opened my eyes again to find Yoongi wiping my bloody hands with a napkin, so I burst into tears of relief... and pulled him into a tight hug. I wanted to say I missed him- nothing came out of my lips but the warm tears from my eyes. Yoongi slowly drew away from me, got onto his feet, and held out his hand with a faint smile on his face. I shakily took it and followed him up a steep hill... that's when I noticed the same dark vapor looming over his back- just like Jimin. No...

I yanked my hand away from him in fear as I shakily stared at the mist. Yoongi turned to look at me in confusion as I slowly backed away from him. I wanted to tell him about the mist and that I'm afraid of hurting him just like I did to Jimin, but I was voiceless. He reached out for me again, but I tearfully turned around... dashing back down the hill. I can't hurt him!

The further I ran from him- the more pain stabbed me in my chest. The steep hill path grew blurry as tears rolled down my cheeks, causing my feet to trip over something. I shrieked and fell onto the rough ground- rolling violently down the hill. I screamed internally in pain as I felt my bones breaking and flesh tearing apart. I collided into the cutting rocks and tumbled endlessly down the hill while I fought to endure the pain I was in- but it never stopped.

I kept on rolling endlessly in the cycle of pain.

After what felt like an infinite amount of time, I finally landed at the bottom of the hill- helplessly collapsing onto the rough ground. I couldn't move or speak as I lay face-first over the rough ground. Instead of tears... my cheek was coated with warm blood.

I was exhausted and helpless- let me die. I thought. I want this pain to end.