Ours (Sugamon X Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 23: Third Times a Charm

(Serious content warning at the *dream part* please skip if sensitive to blood and gore)

(Y/n)'s P.o.v

I laid down on my back and then turned to face away from Jungkook. I heard the cover rustle letting me know Jungkook had gotten into bed.

"Goodnight (Y/n)"

I smiled,

"Goodnight Kookie."

I closed my eyes and let my mind fall into darkness.

The slight vibration and glow of my phone, not bothering me a bit as I did so.

~Dream~

I rolled around in the bed feeling two pairs of arms around me. I felt safe and comforted. But I could feel the sunlight on my eyelids. It's heat warming my body as I let out a groan not wanting to wake up.

"Wake up~"

"It's morning darling~"

Two drastically different voices called out to me, I only smiled and blushed as I opened my eyes.

When I did I sat straight up when I realized I was completely alone in the bed. There was no sign of anyone ever being in the room with me.

I could have sworn someone was here...it's kinda cold now that I'm alone...

The room was a beautiful, light brown shade. The bed I was on was placed in the center of the room. To the left was a door that I assumed led to the closet and another one a little further down which I think is the restroom. Both doors being a lovely shade of white. And right next to the bed is a nightstand with a lamp on it. And to the far right their is a sliding door that leads out to a small balcony.

The bed I was on was quite large and had silk sheets on. The sheets being an extravagant and rich shade of green to match the natural colors of the room. A large brown headboard connected to it.

I caught sight of a bookshelf, it was the same as the dream before. I quickly walked over to re-examine it and see if it was the same as last time.

I walked over to it and ran my fingers along the spines of the books resting there.

Just as before, some books were tall, some short, some thick, some thin, some new and some torn.

I quickly looked over the titles once more.

Philosophy's Start

The Theory of Life

Self-loves Impact

The History of the Supernatural

Legends and Myths

There were tons of books on it just like before.

The bookshelf was still the medium, dark brown color, I remember. It complemented the cream walls beautifully.

The second one was even darker in color. It was a stark contrast against the light color of the wall.

I quickly read the titles and noticed they were the exact same as last time.

Into the Night