This was a dream I had that was kind of driving me insane, so I had to write it down and get it out of my thoughts so you can go insane with me! This is my first time writing fanfic since I was fifteen and Harry Potter fanfic was a thing, so please be gentle with me. I have so many crazy and detailed dreams, so I might write other stories if this one is well received. Enjoy!
BTS Soulmate AU. Reader x ot7 eventually, this chapter is Jungkook focused.
Trigger Warnings: There's mention of blood, death, ANGST, sexy times, let me know if I missed anything since this is literally my first fic on wattpad and I actually have no idea what I'm doing. :D
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You're in line to meet your idols and you can't believe it, your luck! When you first bought your concert tickets months ago you also managed to snag exclusive tickets to a fan touch event, one of the very few fan meets offered on their world tour. As large as their popularity has grown, they have only become more elusive, but now you get to meet them. You're meeting BTS. Your entire body is buzzing from excitement and happiness, you feel so lucky!
You think of all the girls who would be dying to be in your position right now, crammed together with all the other lucky fans, taking in each other's excitement. Even if you don't know the fans' names around you, you feel close to them already, like you all share a common thread and you feel full of warmth.
As you trod along slowly, the door to the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, "she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this."
You're finally at the front of the line, at the door frame behind a velvet rope. You can see each member standing in a line, a fan in front of them, shaking hands and girls whispering their affections briefly.
The boys are glowing, you've never been as close to them as you are now, and you're about to be even closer, you're about to shake their hand too. You've been rehearsing this moment in your head ever since you had confirmation the tickets were yours.
'You can do this, y/n. This is your moment, you got this!' You try to hype yourself up as you fix your hair and try to calm your nerves.
You realize your mouth hurts from smiling so wide, you can barely contain yourself. You try to take in each of them from your distance, all their tiny quirks and actions, as you wait for your turn. Now the staff is unlocking the rope for you and ushering you to the first member.
You think you might throw up with all the butterflies in your stomach and hope to God you don't.
"Hello Army," Jungkook says in English shyly, holding out his hand and giving you a bright smile. You meet his brown doe eyes and freeze 'Don't pass out, y/n.' You extend your hand and-
The second your fingers wrap around his you feel like you've been pulled underwater. Everything around you goes dark and clouded except for the man in front of you.
And then you're in a forest, you're still holding his hand, but Jungkook's running, pulling you along. He's so fast, the muscles in your legs are burning and your feet ache. You feel each branch and twig jab your soles painfully, your slippers doing nothing to protect you from the rugged terrain. All you can see is a flurry of leaves and twigs as you try your best to dodge them in the moonlit forest. You hear the whines of dogs behind you and yells of angry men.
Jungkook's grip on you is causing you to lose feeling in your fingers, but he doesn't lessen his hold, and pulls you along even impossibly faster. You've never been more scared in your life, but the man in front of you doesn't feel scary. Actually, Jungkook feels like safety, like protection. He feels like home. You do everything you can to keep yourself from tripping and falling and losing Jungkook forever. Now you can feel the fear of losing him wash over your entire being, like an ice cold shower. You both run and run and run and-
And you feel the sun's warmth on your closed eyelids, Jungkook's fluffy hair is tickling your cheeks. When you open your eyes, Jungkook is giving you a lazy smile. You can feel the rough fabric of a blanket beneath you both and the straw of the farmhouse beneath that. Jungkook is playing with your fingers as you lie across from each other, rolling each finger pad between his, "Hey beautiful."
It's so warm and quiet and still, you can't help but smile back as he moves his face closer nudging your nose with his, bringing up his other hand to play with your hair. You feel his warm breath against your skin, breathing him in you close the gap between his lips and yours and everything is so warm.
The instruments in the ballroom play a fast melody, the crowd around you dancing in pairs, you are being spun around by your fiance but your attention is on someone else.
You see him out of the corner of your eye and you wish he'd come to you, and as if he heard your inner thoughts, he makes a beeline to you on the dance floor.
"You don't mind if I cut in?" He shines a bright smile, addressing your dance partner, paying special attention to not give you too much recognition, and your body becomes jittery with excitement.
Your fiance looks irritated but his voice is calm, "of course," and places your hand in Jungkook's.
Jungkook pulls you along the dance floor, and your heart soars. His hand squeezes yours, thumb rubbing circles affectionately.
"You look beautiful this evening, as always." he gazes down at you, stopping only briefly at your lips, an action you catch and your breath hitches.
"And you look as dashing as ever." You say hushed enough for only him to hear, not brave enough to look him in the eyes.
He twirls you and dips you, and when you stand again he pulls you a bit closer to the length of his body. You laugh together and you feel like you are the only two people on the dance floor. He pulls your body all the more closer, he pulls you-
He pulls you through the forest. You're drenched in a cold sweat, the howls of the hunting dogs are so loud they feel like they are right behind you, but you don't dare look back, instead you look down at Jungkook's bruising grip.
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He shudders and you feel like you've been shocked by electricity. The second you touch his hand you pull back fast and hard. The room's attention is on both of you. Your breathing is heavy, the sound of leaves crunching plays in your memory. His eyes, his smile, his body swaying to the sweet melody of the string quartet against yours, it all replays again and again within your mind. Before you can make sense of it, he is reaching out to you again, gripping your hand and yanking you to him. You look up and Jungkook looks how you feel, frantic and anxious.
You're back on the dance floor, laughing and twirling, happiness you've never felt before.
The two of you walk hand-in-hand on a gray beach during twilight, the mist and fog concealing you and Jungkook from the world. His words are gentle but pleading as he begs you to go away with him. You stay silent as you listen to the waves crash onto the rocks of the shoreline, you feel the waves of despair ripple in your heart, and you question which storm is more tumultuous, the air brewing around you or the storm of emotions thundering within your chest.
You know if you say yes, you'll lose everything, but then, you'll have him.
And you already know your answer, that you don't love your fiance, someone your parents arranged for you to continue to live a cushioned, safe, and frankly boring existence. No, you love the man in front of you, with all the strength of a roaring current on a windy day.
His body is above yours, trapping you beneath his strong frame, he pulls away from your lips just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and your lips connect together again. His hands trail down your body and down to grip at your thighs, pushing them more open for him. The straws of hay scratch against your back. You caress his cheek while you both catch your breath, and he leans into your touch. You love him. In that moment, you knew you'd never stop loving him, in this lifetime and forever after.
You cry out, your sobs wretched from deep within you, resounding your despair. Your fingers twist around the fabric of Jungkook's shirt and bury your head into his chest trying to breath in his scent, but instead you smell dirt and woods and the metal sting of blood. A desperate scream leaves your lips while Jungkook lays there broken, trying to call your name but can only gasp for breath, gurgling on the accumulating blood in the back of his throat as he chokes on it, his vision blurs and he can only hear your cries.
You want nothing more than to disappear from this place with him in your arms. The dogs are barking all around you, being shushed by the men circling your tired battered bodies.
"Take her back to the house," commands the familiar voice of your fiance as you sob into Jungkook's chest. He looks down at you both, and then looks away disgusted, "You know what to do with the body."
A large hand grabs your elbow and yanks you from Jungkook. You scream, both your hands envelope his left and you gather everything left in you to hold on.
But it's not enough. You wail no at the top of your lungs, but he's already so far away from you.
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Jungkook is visibly shaking now under the lights of the meeting room as you instantly yank your hand back again. The memory of your faint screams still reverberating in his ears. Your eyes are wide and staring at no particular spot on the ground trying to control your emotions.
You have a splitting headache, as you breath in you swear you can still smell dirt and rust around you.
It had felt so real, everything, but you know it's not. You know you're not covered in blood and dirt and grime but you still feel it surrounding you. You can hear the hushed whispers of other fans wondering why you two are acting so weirdly. Next to Jungkook, Jimin shakes the younger man's shoulder looking concerned. Among the musical instruments still playing in your head you hear a staff member tell you to move along, but you feel frozen in place. As your surroundings become clearer, you try to shake it off, whatever that was. A weird day dream? You take in a shaky breath and lift your heavy feet.
Jimin raises his eyebrow at you and looks briefly between you and Jungkook, who just stares at you like he's seen a ghost, face pale and eyes glassy. Trying to salve the situation, Jimin turns on the charm, giving you a crescent eyed smile while reaching out his hand. Your shaky hand grabs his.
I'll stop it here, what you think is gonna happen once y/n touches Jimin hu huh? Let me know what you think! Did I mention this is my first fanfiction? Haha cries.
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