Chap3:Same page

I stared at Jungkook's unconscious form, my annoyance quickly giving way to unease. This wasn't part of the plan—not that I even had a plan. But having him passed out on the bed wasn't exactly helpful.

"Great," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "This is just perfect."

I leaned over and gave his shoulder a tentative shake. "Jungkook. Hey, wake up. Don't make me deal with this alone."

No response. His breathing was steady, and his face had started to regain some color, but he was still out cold. I sat back, staring at him like he held all the answers.

For years, I'd imagined what it would be like to see him again. I'd envisioned a hundred scenarios: anger, heartbreak, maybe even indifference. But fainting? That hadn't made the list.

I sighed and stood up, pacing the room. The sound of the rain outside had softened to a light drizzle, the faint patter on the window the only noise breaking the silence.

The room smelled like him—warm and familiar, with a hint of spice. It was maddening how easily that scent brought back memories I'd tried so hard to bury. Late nights, quiet conversations, stolen kisses... all of it came rushing back like a flood, threatening to drown me.

"Focus, Taehyung," I muttered to myself.

I didn't have time to get lost in the past. The figure in white had warned me: I was here for a mission. Whatever that mission was, it clearly involved Jungkook.

But why?

Why him, of all people?

Before I could spiral further, Jungkook stirred. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted as a low groan escaped him. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just blinked at the ceiling, disoriented.

Then his gaze shifted to me.

The confusion in his eyes quickly turned to panic as he shot up, pressing himself against the headboard like I was some kind of threat.

"You're still here?" he croaked, his voice hoarse.

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Where else would I be?"

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his movements frantic. "No, this... this can't be happening. You're dead. I— I just talked to mom, Taehyung! She said..." His voice broke, and he looked at me like I was a ghost—which, I supposed, I technically was.

"Yeah, I know," I said, keeping my tone flat. "I told you. I'm dead. But I'm also here. Crazy, right?"

"Stop," he snapped, his eyes narrowing. "Stop saying that like it's normal. Like it's—"

"Like it's what? Easy to believe?" I interrupted, my voice rising. "You think this is easy for me? You think I chose this?"

Jungkook flinched, his jaw tightening as he looked away. The tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Finally, Jungkook let out a shaky breath, running a hand down his face. "Why are you here, Taehyung?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. "If you're... if what you're saying is true, then why?"

I hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on me.

"I don't know," I admitted. "All I know is that I have a mission. Something I need to do before I can... move on."

"A mission?" he echoed, frowning. "What kind of mission?"

"I don't know that either," I said, frustration creeping into my tone. "They didn't exactly give me a handbook, Jungkook. I'm figuring this out as I go."

He stared at me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he might lash out again, but instead, he surprised me.

"Fine," he said, his voice steady now. "If you're stuck here, then we'll figure it out together."

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"You heard me," he said firmly, sitting up straighter. "If you need to complete this mission, then I'll help you. Whatever it is."

I narrowed my eyes at him, suspicious. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I want get rid of you as early as possible ," he said quietly.

The desperation in his voice made my chest ache, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair.

"Fine," I said. " i don't want to stay with jerk like you too".

Jungkook smirked faintly, the corners of his lips twitching. "then we are on same page, I guess"

For the first time that night, I felt a tiny spark of hope. Maybe—just maybe—this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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