Boundless
Title: Boundless
Pairing: Jungkook/Taehyung
Rating: PG
Summary: Jungkook dreams.
He finds himself in a blank landscape. It's an endless solid white, one that engulfs him, one that wraps itself around his being. It's frightening and Jungkook feels like he's slowly losing himself.
And yet, It's comforting. Jungkook feels like he doesn't need to stand up by himself anymore. That he can finally let go of his reality and let himself get lost. Let himself stop being, or existing.
Jungkook wakes up to white sheets and bright sunlight and soft snores. He is awake once again.
Today, he finds himself in a meadow. There's a light breeze that carries the scent of lilacs and lavender and Jungkook breathes it in. This is different; the grass swaying in the wind, the sunlight that reflects against water making patterns on the greenery.
Jungkook has never woken up to something so... Pretty. It's a stark contrast to the comforting plain white or suffocating black scene he normally finds himself in.
"Jungkook."
Jungkook hears a voice coming from behind him. It's deep and pleasant, and it sends a quiver right down Jungkook's spine.
Taehyung
Jungkook doesn't know how he knows his name or why it's so familiar. Somehow, it feels like a triggered mechanism for his body to instantly turn and bring the person behind him as close to him as possible.
Jungkook breathes the other boy in, the familiar scent of cinnamon and a warmth that feels like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Home.
He feels Taehyung's arms wrap around him, the already minuscule distance between being taken away, making it almost feel like the two of them are one single entity.
"Jungkook." This time, Taehyung's tone is a few levels softer, a few tones higher and tinged with emotion that Jungkook doesn't know how to identify.
Maybe it was nostalgia. Or maybe it was wistfulness. It seemed to indicate a loss or an emptiness somewhere that Jungkook had appeared to have filled.
Jungkook awakens to a bush of orange hair lying on his chest and fingers that grasp on the back of his neck and shirt. He finds that there's a hint of cinnamon in the air and that the white sheets feel a little warmer today.
Jungkook is suffocating. The sticky darkness claws at his skin and Jungkook can't seem to escape its grasp. He tries to scream and yet nothing comes out.
All he sees is black on black and it overwhelms him because instead of feeling like it's okay to fall, this time it feels like he's being made to do so. It feels like the dark is trying to drag him down, drown him and consume him.
He howls, hoping that maybe, someone out there will save him.
This time he wakes up in a sweat. Clammy cold sheets that trap him and he pulls himself up, repeating the words "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. They didn't get me this time." in his head.
Jungkook acts like he doesn't know that the spot beside him is empty, that it has been empty for a while now.
Pairing: Jungkook/Taehyung
Rating: PG
Summary: Jungkook dreams.
He finds himself in a blank landscape. It's an endless solid white, one that engulfs him, one that wraps itself around his being. It's frightening and Jungkook feels like he's slowly losing himself.
And yet, It's comforting. Jungkook feels like he doesn't need to stand up by himself anymore. That he can finally let go of his reality and let himself get lost. Let himself stop being, or existing.
Jungkook wakes up to white sheets and bright sunlight and soft snores. He is awake once again.
Today, he finds himself in a meadow. There's a light breeze that carries the scent of lilacs and lavender and Jungkook breathes it in. This is different; the grass swaying in the wind, the sunlight that reflects against water making patterns on the greenery.
Jungkook has never woken up to something so... Pretty. It's a stark contrast to the comforting plain white or suffocating black scene he normally finds himself in.
"Jungkook."
Jungkook hears a voice coming from behind him. It's deep and pleasant, and it sends a quiver right down Jungkook's spine.
Taehyung
Jungkook doesn't know how he knows his name or why it's so familiar. Somehow, it feels like a triggered mechanism for his body to instantly turn and bring the person behind him as close to him as possible.
Jungkook breathes the other boy in, the familiar scent of cinnamon and a warmth that feels like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Home.
He feels Taehyung's arms wrap around him, the already minuscule distance between being taken away, making it almost feel like the two of them are one single entity.
"Jungkook." This time, Taehyung's tone is a few levels softer, a few tones higher and tinged with emotion that Jungkook doesn't know how to identify.
Maybe it was nostalgia. Or maybe it was wistfulness. It seemed to indicate a loss or an emptiness somewhere that Jungkook had appeared to have filled.
Jungkook awakens to a bush of orange hair lying on his chest and fingers that grasp on the back of his neck and shirt. He finds that there's a hint of cinnamon in the air and that the white sheets feel a little warmer today.
Jungkook is suffocating. The sticky darkness claws at his skin and Jungkook can't seem to escape its grasp. He tries to scream and yet nothing comes out.
All he sees is black on black and it overwhelms him because instead of feeling like it's okay to fall, this time it feels like he's being made to do so. It feels like the dark is trying to drag him down, drown him and consume him.
He howls, hoping that maybe, someone out there will save him.
This time he wakes up in a sweat. Clammy cold sheets that trap him and he pulls himself up, repeating the words "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. They didn't get me this time." in his head.
Jungkook acts like he doesn't know that the spot beside him is empty, that it has been empty for a while now.