The moonlight pours in, cold and silver, but Jungkook’s chest is burning. His eyes are dry now—he’s cried enough to fill oceans. He's staring at the ceiling like it might hold answers.
Jeon Jungkook
*to himself* You didn’t come back from the fucking dead to cry like a goddamn loser, Jungkook. You came back for him🥺😭
Jeon Jungkook
You were given another fucking chance. Get up. Find the son of a bitch who did this.
Jeon Jungkook
Protect him this time. Even if he doesn't know you... even if he looks at you like you're no one—
Jeon Jungkook
* he chokes* you still fucking remember him. That’s enough. That has to be enough... right?😭💔
His fists clench. His jaw tightens. And then... he lets himself fall into the mattress. His voice is barely audible now, shaky, low:
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll save you this time, Tae.... hubby. I swear on every fucking breath I have left
Jeon Jungkook
Even if he don’t remember me... 💔even if I’m a fucking ghost to him... I’ll save him. I’ll rewrite this whole fucking story if I have to...💔😭
He closes his eyes. The room goes quiet.
As Darkness claims him.
.
.
Warmth
Not from the blanket.
Real, solid warmth.
Not from the f**king sunlight creeping through the window.
Arms around his waist. A soft breath brushing his neck.
Jungkook's slightly flutter his eyelashes
Slightly open his eyes and😳
A arm firmly around his waist like he belongs there. Like he's always belonged there. One hand splayed across his stomach, the other gripping his wrist gently, possessively—even in sleep.
And his own f**king face?
Buried in that warm of the hair. Breathing him in. The scent he thought he’d never smell
His body doesn’t move
Jeon Jungkook
*in his mind* This isn’t real. This is just another cruel fucking dream.😮💨
Jeon Jungkook
Even it's a dream don't wake me soon hubby . Please God let me be here few minutes🥺 *close his eyes and pat his hubby head*
Yeah it's taehyung but......
Jeon Jungkook
*in mind to himself* If this is a dream… let it break me. Let me drown in it, let it f**king hurt. Just don’t wake me yet. Please, not yet…
He lets his hand curl into Tae’s hair. Closes his eyes again. Presses a tiny kiss, just a ghost, against the skin of Tae’s forehead. A whimper escapes him.
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