🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

f o r t y - f i v e

12:52 a.m.

Yoongi's POV

My eyes are glued to my phone as I impatiently wait for a text from Y/N. I sigh, slouching in my bed. They said they would be back soon, I think, scrolling to their previous texts. 

Y/N

Y/N: Don't worry, I'll be back soon ;)

That text was sent almost an hour ago. I don't normally act like this, staring at my phone just waiting for someone to text back or call. I don't recall the last time I only wanted one person, one specific person. My dreams feature that one person in my fantasies. The sound of their voice reassures and calms me. Just one look at them and their eyes take me captive. Along with that, worrying about them when they're not here. Thinking about where they are and what they are doing. Or if they are on their way back from somewhere. I groan and get up from my chair, taking my phone with me. I yank my sweater off the hook and walk out of my room.

"Where are you going?" a tired voice asks.

I turn and see Jungkook on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"Is Y/N back yet?" Jungkook asks, looking around.

"I'm going to pick them up now," I answer his question.

"Go to bed, Kook," I tell him.

Jungkook nods his head, his eyes slowly closing. I chuckle softly, I meant your bed Jungkook. I walk over to him on the couch and pull the blanket from the top of the couch over to cover him. 

"Okay, night hyung and Y/N," Jungkook tiredly says, falling back to sleep.

I fix his head on the pillow before walking to the door. Let's hope I didn't miss them I think, as I pull my shoes on.

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Your POV

I'm running for my life, dodging the long skinny branches. There's a harsh sting that spreads through my limbs whenever I run into them. I need to catch my breath but, the need for me to keep running is stronger. Checking to see if it's still there, I look back. I don't see it. I keep running. It feels like I've been running for ages in this dimension. I don't know where I am, but I don't like it. Everything is black and grey, tall, scrawny, and boney looking. There are black-blue trees with holes that look like jagged fangs. The only sound is the sound of me trying to be as quiet as possible as I run. I practically hold my breath as I continue to run in no particular direction - just away. There is a tunnel up ahead the trail that I am running with a bright calming purple light coming from it. I push through my pain and struggle to breathe to make it to the tunnel. There's something about that feels calming and like I need to get there - like it's home? Suddenly, I feel gross, long, and painful hands grab me. I try and break free, kicking, punching, pushing my way as I am being lifted off the ground. Nothing works. It feels like glass shards or knives stabbing me as they grab and pull me away. 

"Hasn't anyone told you? It's not polite to run away when someone is speaking to you," a demonic voice growls.

I'm paralyzed. I can't move. I can't close my eyes, I can't speak, I can't do anything. This monster brings me closer to itself. A hole opens revealing bloodied fangs, old and fresh blood still dripping from whatever poor soul it devoured last. Its hollow, empty, white eyes stare deep into mine, making me feel disgusting. As I look into its eyes, my soul and energy feel like they are being drained. I feel myself gradually growing weak and going limp in the monsters hold. As the monster brings me closer to its mouth, everything starts disappearing. Slowly, I am falling to the ground and everything goes dark.