A/n: Lol their dialogue is so aggressive I'm questioning it. I'm liking this book tho.

Jimin's apartment.^

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Compared to others during their time of rest, it was rather peculiar for Jimin to dream while he slept; or to dream at all in this matter.

For the poor soldier, it was almost physically and mentally impossible for him. Jimin could not dream.

He simply couldn't, but the lack of it didn't seem to faze him one bit; he honestly preferred to not dream as he slept. You can say that he was actually relieved by this fact.

It's not like Jimin hated the idea of imagining a scenario in a different world, but rather he just strongly disliked the feeling of living a delusion.

Even under the influence of drugs, the drozy and hallucinating side effects of the sleep pills, his mind would not play a movie for him while in slumber.

Dreaming meant that you've let yourself relax so much, that your mind basically went on vacation; to imagine the craziest fictional worlds. Sometimes it's used unconsciously to add fake memories into your life; maybe even replace some.

So for those reasons, he hated the power behind dreaming. He was not allowed to alter his past, because that would make him worse than scum. Reality had literally been shoved up his ass since young; he couldn't just live a fake life now.

His history is too fucked up to just let go.

To be honest, since the day resting turned out to be a downfall in his life, he has never actually slept.

When he went to bed, it was like he was just closing his eyes, tricking his body into thinking that he was sleeping, when all he was really doing was staring at his eye lids.

He was mimicking sleep; down to point where even his breathing was deceived.

Jimin couldn't fall into that coma state like most people, and he was sleeping lighter than a light sleeper.

He was too alert; too afraid.

He couldn't sleep.

So that's probably why he never dreams; why they stopped conjuring in the pit of his conscious from a young age.

It's been dark.

Pitch black, for many years.

Just like his entire existence, he himself is abyss, and no light was bright enough to truly fine him.

There was no small film to help his spirit unwind; no movie for him to enjoy like others, not fully because he couldn't, but because he also didn't deserve it.

What he deserved was to always be awake for the tension and suffering of his past, not forgiving himself and finally rest.

He doesn't have the right to forget, doesn't have the right to be happy, doesn't even have the right to live.

He just doesn't.

Jimin was trapped in some kind of void, completely lost in the dark.

He's not even sure if he has a soul anymore, the feeling of being an empty vessel strong in him, so I say again, it's a peculiar thing when Jimin began dreaming.

Dreams can also make you remember, replay a specific moment in your life.

Tonight he dreamt, but can you really call it a dream, when it wasn't a sweet one.

He did imagined a scene. A certain recollection from the past.

A nightmare to remind him of what he did.

With him and the one he loved, held so dearly to him. Remorse rotting the cool night sky, turning what was once a deep blue into a deep red. The blood that was spilled right before him, and the same blood that permanently stained his hands as his fault.

The blood of his father.

Jimin jerks awake in bed; a cold sweat leaching on to his entire body. His breathing was rash, harsh cuts of air leaving and entering him with urgency.

Everything was a blur to him as he looked around in a panicked state, trying to understand why he was in a different place than a few seconds ago.

But then he realized it was only a dream.

A nightmare that used to haunt him everytime his eyes were closed and it was dark outside.

It had been a long time since that nightmare dug it's way up from the pit of his conscious, and just like he remembered, the discouraged feeling that came after still quaked him to his core.

He wipes his face roughly with his shaking hands, trying to wipe away the awful feeing that hung in his chest.

Jimin leaned forward, feeling his body entire quiver as breathing became more of a struggle. He closed his eyes and inhaled, trying to calm himself down before he was forced to take his Valium pill.

This shouldn't be happening, I need to up my dosage he thought.

2 sleeping pills were not working anymore.

Jimin didn't necessarily get the needed time to calm himself down, because his eyes fluttered open at the the smell of burning food.

His vulnerable state seemed to be nonexistent as he went on alert, cautiously moving out of his bed to investigate.

Distracted by what smelled like an intruding, he hadn't realised that there was shards of glass scattered on the floor.

"Shit," he whispered shout as he felt the pain pierce him, his footsteps become a bloody mess.

"It hurts like a bitch," Jimin thought, biting his lip to over power the pain he felt on his foot. He took a deep breath, continuing on with his investigation after he harnessed the pain.

Slowly, he crept around the corner, catching the identity in his sight. Closer he went towards the trespasser's back; the events of last night jugging his memory to clear up the confusion.

His eyes drifted to the intruders arm, examining the badly wrapped bandage covering his wound.

This is definitely the rabbi boy that crashed through his window last night.

The fire grows wild when the intruder added oil suddenly, but the boy looked like he was controlling it.

He stepped back a little, raising and flipping something in a frying pan, calm in front of something so destructive; While Jimin's instincts kicked in at the sight.

"Hey hey hey what the fuck are you doing, trying to burn the fucking building down?!"Jimin shouted, pulling the pan away and turning the fire off. "Who even are you?!"

"Well good morning pecks and abs." The younger smirked, checking out Jimin's bare chest.

"Who the fuck are you!" Jimin yelled again, slightly pushing Jungkook with one hand.

"Calm your thick ass short stuff it," the younger scoffed. "Who I am is not important at the moment, my starving stomach is. Plus you're welcome, if it wasn't for me you would've slept on the floor."

Jungkook was now against the wall.

Jimin had put the pan down and pushed him harshly against the wall; his iron grip on Jungkook's collar letting him forcefully yank the taller to his eye level.

The height difference between them could've been seen as funny to some, but with the expression Jimin was wearing, it was all the more intimidating.

It wasn't something anyone would dare to laugh at, except for Jungkook. He did a little chuckle at the older, making him look suicidal considering the situation he's in.

"You know, you not wearing a shirt right now makes you look like your a pervert assaulting me," the younger said with a grin. "but I won't mind to be honest. I like feisty kittens."

Jimin ignored him. He was pissed.

"Listen here you rabbit fucker," Jimin literally growls, his voice menacing as he jerked the younger forward. "I dont know who you are, or why the hell you're here, but get your ass out of my apartment before I kick you out myself.

Jimin usually wasn't this agitated, but seeing this boy in front of him acting nonchalantly in his house pushed a button or two.

He didn't like when people invaded his personal space, especially a guy who flew in his window during the night.

The younger only stared, seemingly unaffected by the shorter's words, but Jungkook's little smirk did dissolve into a slight glare; and this was scary.

Jungkook looked serious.

He grabs the others wrist before he could even blink, turning them around, allowing all the pressure to be on the older as he restrained both his hands over his head and leaned in close.

Pinning Jimin's hips to the wall with his own, the younger let no space squeeze between them.

"It's Jung fucking kook," he said with a type of tone, the one that sounded almost like a threat. "Remember the name midget, my last name can come later. Now you know me, so your name is?"

The older tried to fight against Jungkook's strength, but was surprised when he realised it was a futile act.

The younger was extremely strong.

"Tell me your name shorty," the younger tightened his grip, starting to dig into Jimin's wrist.

"It's Park Jimin you cunt,"he spat back, definitely seeming like a dog with all bark and bite to others, but really he was just a puppy forced to speak by Jungkook.

"Well then Jimin, let me say that I really hate threats," he mutters with a dominant tone, coming in closer to whisper this part specifically in the Jimin's ear, "so I damn well suggest you shut that pretty mouth of urs before I do.

Jimin now went quiet, became completely still after those words; all the anger drained out of him.

It wasn't necessarily because he suddenly became intimidated by Jungkook, but rather how this was the first time someone has threaten him.

People have tried to be aggressive with him, push him and call him names, but would always quiver like they saw the devil after he showed them his true nature.

The younger was different, and Jimin didn't really know how to react.

Jungkook pulled away, his gaze glued with Jimin's, and the younger could tell just like the fire, he also tamed the older.

"Silence, huh?" The younger questions, smirking a little as he pat his shoulder and walked away. "Glad you understand then Jimin"

And just like that, the younger went back to cooking. It was like nothing happened; how they were about to kill each other only minutes ago a distant memory.

Jimin leaned onto the island counter, examining Jungkook's figure, and watched as he pulled out ingredients from the fridge.

"Where did you get those ingredients, it wasn't there before?" Jimin questioned, and maybe his tones just rough, because it sounded like he was picking another fight.

"This crap was already in the fridge when I got here, so either you're tripping or you have amnesia." Jungkook answers calmly.

Jimin thought about the possibilities, and concluded that it was most likely Taehyung. He alone had the extra keys to the older's apartment, because only Taehyung he trusted.

They looked out for each on, and sometimes depended on one another. He was like his only family.

Jungkook places the food down, disrupting Jimin's thoughts; and the older couldn't help the horrible disgust that took his features.

"This looks like shit," Jimin blurts.

The food didn't look bad nor good, it was simply pancakes and sausage, but Jimin especially didn't like it because he wasn't used to actual meals.

The only time he ever ate a real meal is when Taehyung would cook for him, and every time he would make it look extremely appetising for Jimin's sake.

You can tell that Jungkook didn't care for looks, because he knew his cooking was good.

You're probably looking in the mirror then you little turd, "Jungkook replied setting his own food across to Jimin's.

The older sent a little glare in Jungkook's direction, not a full blown malice one because it was only a simple little comment that triggered it.

"Now sit you shit and eat my shit so I can make a better first impression you little shit." Jungkook chuckled at his word choices, and the older scoffed at his immaturity.

As Jungkook started to dig into his meal, the older only stared at the food.

Is it poisoned? Jimin thought, his cautious personality taking over.

"It's not poisoned," the younger said, observing Jimin enough to tell what he's thinking.

Jimin didn't believe him, and the younger could tell.

Jungkook gives him a "seriously" look.

"Trust me."

And those words that were supposed to make the person believe in you more, only caused to older to drift further away.

That's Jimin's problem, he doesn't trust others easily. He learned that the hard way.

The older only stared at Jungkook, and the younger scoffed, nodding his head towards the older food.

Jimin nodded, understanding the question; then the younger shoved some in his mouth.

"See," Jungkook said confidently, swallowing his own food. "I'm still alive."

That's when Jimin ate, but hesitantly.

"So you would've waited until I got poisoned then you prick," Jungkook complained, looking at the older with a little disbelief.

"It would've been your own damn fault for putting it in then," Jimin grumbled back, continuing to eat.

"Whatever," the younger dismissed. "what I want to know is how does it taste?"

"It taste okay."

"Okay? The fuck you mean okay?"

Jimin looked up at the younger. "Are you looking for a different word than the truth from me?"

"You know what bitc- actually it's fine." Jungkook held his tongue, remember what he wanted from the start. "I have something more important to ask you?"

That's when Jimin stopped eating, and gave a wary look. "Should I be concerned?"

"No."

Jimin didn't believe him.

"Can you hide me away here," the younger asked as he ran away to the fridge, looking for the juice.

"Why here?" Jimin questioned, wanting to know the reason.

"Because no one wants to fuck with you," the younger laughed, placing his cup down.

"You've heard about me." Jimin eyed the younger. "My reputation?"

"You already identified yourself as Park Jimin right?" Jungkook walked around and placed Jimin's cup down. "I'd be deaf if I've never heard of the ruthless killer 22 year old man."

"Well if you know so much about me," Jimin moved quick as he slammed Jungkook against the island table, holding a knife to the younger neck. "Then you also know I can kill you right here."

Jungkook didn't look afraid at the sudden threat, he didn't even look surprised. "But you won't" he simple said.

"Oh?" Jimin questioned, angle the knife deeper to his throat. "And why do you say that? I kill your kind every day."

Jungkook actually smirked, making eye contact with Jimin. "Because I've rubbed off of you, if you wanted to kill me you could've anytime."

Jimin laughed, he was starting to feel a thrill. "But I could still kill you now, now is anytime."

"Perhaps," Jungkook agreed, turning serious. "and I wouldn't mind anyway. If you want, kill me."

Thats when Jimin could see, Jungkook was the type that was ready to die, and maybe that's why he was different from other, but similar to Jimin.

Because he also had nothing to live for, and faced with the face of death, didn't seem to phase him.

Maybe they shared a moment, a wordless second together, because Jimin finally pulled back the knife.

He looked at younger in almost a different light now, his eyes moving to Jungkook's badly wrapped arm. He didn't know what the feeling was that pinch him only for a second, but he knew it was because of the younger's wound.

"Give me your arm," Jimin almost mumbles, pointing to the one with the bandage. He'd have to fix the feeling.

"Why," Jungkook actually stepped away.

"Just give me your fucking arm," Jimin ordered, grabbing the younger's wrist as he wrapped the bandage tightly.

"Aish, it hurts like a bitch." Jungkook muttered.

Jimin smirked at Jungkook's choice of words.

Jungkook noticed the grin Jimin had.

The older wouldnt admit it, but they did have some things in common; maybe Jungkook did already rub off on him. And the same can be said vice versa.

"How long do you plan to stay,"

Jungkook looked confused, but caught up to what the older was talking about.

"Until the search for me dies down?" he informs the older, and Jimin nods at the answer.

"Okay," Jimins says, and Jungkook looks at him surprised. "I'll keep you here"

"From now on Jung Fucking Kook, you will be my hidden prisoner."

A/n: lowkey don't know where this story is going but I'll figure it out along the way.