I found my energy draining as we drove down the long road home, the moon high in the sky, muted music coming through from the car radio.

Before I knew it I had fallen asleep, drifting into dreams that couldn't be spoken aloud.

Dreams of Namjoon, dreams of shoot outs, dreams of gang wars, dreams of bank heists and elaborate plots against the corrupt government run world.

But it wasn't all flowers and sunshine, there were storms and decay in my sleep too.

I got stuck watching at the same scene over and over again. I was back at the gas station. I was running through the aisles, through the gas station, trying to find Levi. Bullets ripped at my sides, unavoidable in the sheer amount of them.

I was screaming for Levi, but there was no response. I ran for ages, it felt like hours through these never-ending aisles, unable to find her.

Then finally, at the very end of the most dimly lit aisle, I saw her hand peeking out from the shelves, like she was hiding in the bottom-most shelf.

I felt relief fill my gut as soon as I saw her. I was completely unaware of the eerie vibes emanating from her hiding spot, not realizing just how bleak this would be.

I creeped closer and closer, but it seemed to take forever to reach her.

When I got to her, I sort of wished that I hadn't.

There were roses blooming on her chest, flowers laid all over her body. Except they weren't flowers, they were blood pools. Blood pools from holes.

Her body was rattled with bullet holes. It seemed like every shot the people made hit their target, getting buried deep into her body, tearing her body apart into a gnarled mess of limbs and blood, dreadful, horrific blood.

I fell to my knees, grabbing at her body, but she slipped out of my arms and disappeared into the gaping blackness that was encompassing the entire station, until I was sitting in the sole ring of light, surrounded by the imposing, suffocating darkness.

I woke up with a jolt, panting deeply and trying to calm my heart from its erratic hysteria.

I cradled my head in my hands, closing my eyes before opening them immediately, the backs of my eyes still haunted with the image of Levi dead on the floor.

I hardly even realized that I was in a bed, nor that I was back at the building, nor that it was already morning. All I knew was that I needed to see Levi, now.

The thought of not having her in my life was the most terrifying thing I could imagine. Death, torture, excruciatingly painful bad luck, I could deal with all of this. But even imagining life without Levi was too daunting to consider. She was my everything, my best friend, my greatest thoughts and feelings all wrapped up into a beautiful package of perfect personality and flawless physicality.

The door opened, and I was staring at Namjoon and J-Hope, both looking concerned.

I realized I was crying, my face wet and my mouth pulled into an ugly sobbing form.

I stood up and ran past them without a word, nearly falling when I ran through the party room and into the main room, seeing Jungkook and Levi sitting on the couch.

I considered leaving them be, because I didn't want to interrupt something between them, but I couldn't resist running to Levi.

I collapsed at her feet, laying my head in her lap and clutching her hands in mine.

"Oh L- Angel, it was terrible, I couldn't find you, and then you were dead, and I couldn't bring you back, I couldn't get you back," I sobbed, too upset and torn up to be embarrassed about my hideous cries.

"S-Sin, are you okay?" Jungkook asked, and I could practically see his panicked expression, his face contorted into awkward concern.

I didn't respond, my mouth too full of sobs that I was desperately trying and failing to suppress. Levi didn't speak either, just running her fingers through my hair in a motion that had always soothed me.

It was comforting, but I couldn't completely bury the terror of losing Levi.

After a while I regained my pride and I pulled my head away, rubbing my eyes and sniffling before standing up.

"Anyways, I'll just leave you two to bang now," I mumbled, unable to look at Levi for fear of breaking down again.

I walked away, passing a speechless Star and confused Suga who had probably walked in on me sobbing.

I walked into the party room, seeing J-Hope sitting in the corner like the last time I had seen him in here.

I wiped my sticky cheeks and swallowed back some delayed sobs, walking up and sitting next to him.

"You okay?" He asked me softly, not turning to look at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, staring at the wall across from us. I wonder how long it took him to memorize each slope and discolouration of the wall, because I'm sure by now he knew it by heart.

I got the feeling he sat here a lot, and I also got the feeling that he was a lot less happy than he let on. His constant partying and overly - energetic smiles had to be a front, because what I had seen when he was alone was a lot more telling about how he felt than how he looked when he knew people were looking.

We both sighed deeply and I found myself leaning towards him. Our shoulders touched and as I let my head roll I realized that he was doing the same, so our heads gently rested on each other.

"You know, if it weren't for your clothes, you would've looked really cute when Namjoon carried you in early this morning," J-Hope said softly, and I chuckled.

What he said set in, and I found myself smiling lightly. Namjoon had carried me in instead of waking me up? He looked strong, but I knew it wouldn't have been fun, no matter how strong he was.

And then, I had woken up in what I assumed was his bedroom. There were mattresses spread out in this room, but Namjoon got his own room. And he let me sleep in his bed. I wonder if he slept on the floor. Thinking of what I knew of him, he'd probably slept in the bed next to me.

"J-Hope," I mumbled softly, shifting my eyes over to look at him.

He hummed a response, his eyes fluttering shut.

"What happened to you guys?" I whispered.

I don't know why I was asking him and not Namjoon, or anyone else for that matter. Maybe it was because he seemed soft and sweet, approachable and the least confrontational.

He took a deep breath, and I began to grow nervous. Why had I asked him? Now he wouldn't like me anymore.... If he even did to begin with....

He didn't talk for a while, and I was about to apologize.

"Oh, too much to say. We don't talk about it," he said, and I nodded.

"Okay," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

I couldn't get the image of J-Hope's broken down face out of my head, or the vision of Levi's mangled body.

What exactly was going on with these people? On the surface it seemed like a fun-loving group, but the undertones were all sorts of fucked up. I wonder if I would ever find out.