While I Sleep™ • ✓

3: Sleepless

It's beautiful.

His eyes are fixed at the sky which has cascaded into a dark blue canvas. It is vast and big; and the twinkling stars, make it sparkle.

He admires it, every part of it.

Flawless.

His body slides down to the ground, brushing against the white border of the window. His t-shirt folds up at the sides as his body drops down, brushing against the pale white window.

The curtains hang in the sides, tied together.

His hand rises up to grip the handle of the window. For a few seconds, his fingers stay wrapped around the white bar. Finally after some time, his hand pushes down the handle as the window opens with a screech.

His elbow rests on the bottom of the window as he gazed at the beautiful display in front of him.

The stars shine without any worries. They sparkle flawlessly in the vast land called ‘universe’.

When taken a look at from the earth, they seem trouble-free, they seem un-bothered and harmless. But when a man nears them, they reveal their true colors. They reveal that they are actually not as harmless and beautiful as they seem. Their true identity is that they're giant balls of fire. Hot burning balls of fire.

Jungkook's life, is a star. It seems trouble-free, but only he knows the woeful truth of it. 

He wishes his life to be like Jimin and Taehyung's. It's beautiful.

They're carefree. They have no troubles. They goof around, they play with each other, they're happy.

Unlike him.

All he goes through, is the woeful past.

Born in a tormenting family, he went through a lot as a kid. His childhood, it was typical: abusive father, mean mother, cruel and troublesome sibling.

Especially when his family found out about him and his strangely amusing power, they thought he was into a psychiatric mess. That was abnormal, and that he wasn't like any other human. They thought, and came into conclusion, that he was mad, and not a normal being.

"I miss you, hyung. " He mumbles, as he moves closer to the window.

The breeze blows across his skin, cool and pacifying. His hands rest on the base of the white window which he stares at the sky from.

Every breeze, just gets cooler with passing time. His eyes shut simultaneously as he imagines his hyung  next to him.

His silky, ebony hair, mildly sway towards the side as he leans in further to feel more of the cold, frosting air that passes by.

He can feel his eyes get heavier and tired. He feels his head going drowsy. The somniferous breeze lulls him and he goes lethargic all of a sudden.

He is sleepy, but is afraid  to sleep.

He cannot risk to fall asleep. He cannot risk to watch the same dream again. He is scared.

"Don't fall asleep Jungkook." He warns himself.

His eyelids flicker as he tries to stay awake, but the tiredness and soporific breezes, are adding up to his sleepiness.

"Resist." He scolds himself. "Do not sleep." He says again.

He can see loops. Loops of colors and various designs.

His sleepiness is causing him a headache, and the tiredness, is making him fall weak.

He needs it. He needs the drug.

He unsteadily gets up from the ground, gripping the base of the window tightly. His feet are weak, and so is he.

He sprauchles laboriously till his bed. The pain he feels, only he knows how bad it hurts him.

"Don't fall asleep Jungkook." He says again.

His hand tremulously goes till the nightstand as he laboriously pulls open the first drawer. 

The tiny, white, plastic bottle lays there still as he stares at it blankly.

He doesn't want to have the drug. He doesn't want to witness the taste of the crude drug.

But he has to. Just a slight thought of the dream he sees makes his blood run cold. He can't afford to keep seeing it.

He contorts the lid of the bottle as he shakes it a little. A drug tablet falls out of the bottle.

He picks the water bottle kept on his nightstand as he gulps down the crude tablet along with the water.

The tablet blends into the water faster than a cheetah runs, causing him to take a touch of the distasteful drug.

He falls on the bed, unconscious.

A long breath escapes his mouth as his breathing steadys.

He chooses to go sleepless.

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A/n:
Unedited.
I revealed a little here, and I added a little here. I really love the plot of the story and I'm trying to write it as neatly and properly as I can.
I just wish this doesn't go a flop.
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