Namjoon offered to drive you back to your apartment, saying it was too long of a walk with all the groceries, and you weren't going to refuse, but you certainly didn't expect to have been forced into the backseat, listening to Namjoon and Jungkook converse as if they've known each other for years.

You've known Namjoon for months now, and he's barely spoken a word without hitting on you in every sentence. Jungkook spends one night at his apartment and suddenly, they're best of friends. Even though they had just argued the night before. Something feels off.

You eavesdrop on their conversation, picking up details about some movie they watched. Not a second later, you zone them out. Now, you're just staring out the window on the passenger side behind Jungkook, admiring the scenery.

Almost immediately, you recognize the park you'd gone to when you were having trouble finding inspiration. It was the day you had hurried home to draw the man you constantly dreamed of. You haven't dreamt about Jungkook since he appeared.

Thinking back on it, you notice that the trees which had started losing their leaves are entirely bare now. The petals are scattered on the sidewalk and the far right side of the road. They're all fading of color, shriveling up now that they're no longer connected to their life source.

It's kind of sad, you think. It's so beautiful as they fall to the ground, but time spent away from the twisting branches has the beauty disappear. All that's left is a reminder of what they once were. Then next week, or maybe in a couple days, a maintenance crew will sweep the old life in preparation for when fall comes around again.

You sigh, dreading for the cold that comes with winter. You're about to lean your head against the window when Jungkook gasps and shouts at Namjoon to stop the car. Namjoon asks him why, but Jungkook just keeps telling him to stop. His voice sounds frantic.

Namjoon, without much more hesitation, turns on the emergency lights with the press of a button and pulls to the side of the road away from passing traffic. When the car stills, Jungkook opens the door and jumps out onto the sidewalk where the tress are lined up.

You yell at Jungkook, wondering what he's doing, but he doesn't answer. He sprints to the other side of the pathway before he looks back to you. His eyes are wide as he points at something not too far from where he stands. You follow the motion of his finger to see that it's not some thing but some one, an elderly woman. You look back at him in confusion.

Jungkook's lips move, and though try to understand what's best saying, you don't know what he's trying to mouth to you. He does it a couple of more time until it finally clicks.

That's her. The old lady.

Your gaze snaps back to the woman. Before your brain can even process the information, you're mirroring Jungkook's actions until you're standing directly in front of the woman. All you know is that you need answers. You want them, and she's the only one that can give them to you.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" You hope she'll look up from the sidewalk to acknowledge your presence.

And she does, but when her eyes meet yours, she becomes blurry. A soft blue clouds the corners of your vision, and your head slowly starts to pound. It hits you out of nowhere, leaving you weak dizzy. You almost fall, but Jungkook catches you before you face-plant into the cement.

Vaguely, you feel one hand gripping your shoulder and the other trying to prod you up from under your arm. Blue is covering your vision more and more. Your head aches like someone has beat you with a brick. One hard swing right at your temple.

You can't even question what's happening. It all hurts too much. Everything just looks so blue. Everything feels so far away. You swear you hear someone calling to you, but you can't focus.

Pressing a hand to your forehead, you grimace.

As quickly as it comes, it goes. Only the pain is gone. You're still seeing blue, but it's not as vibrant. It's soft. The trees are still brown. The sidewalk is still gray. They're just all tinted in cyan. As the pain subsides, the color remains.

Eventually, you clearly hear Jungkook cry out, "Y/N, are you okay?" He  continues to repeat your name and the question.

This time you're able to answer. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"But you weren't fine a second ago," Namjoon comments. His voice sounds closer than Jungkook's. When you look at where the voice originates, you realize that it's Namjoon's hands you're feeling. He's the one holding you up. Not Jungkook.

You search for Jungkook, and you find him beside the woman. They're both looking at you, each with a different expression. The woman's lips are pulled into a tight, comforting smile, while Jungkook is in turmoil, brows pinched together and lips pursed like he's worried about something. Or someone, probably you.

"I think we should take you to the doctor's," Namjoon adds but you shake your head. It was just a dizzy spell. You've experienced them before, but this was the first one you had been sober for, and the change in color was also a new thing. Actually, maybe you do need to see a doctor.

Namjoon moves the hand under your arm to rest on your other shoulder. "Look, as much as I believe in consent, this is not something I'm just going to brush off, especially if its about your health. I'm taking you to the doctor's." He pulls you away from the woman and back in the direction of the car, away from the answers you're looking for.

Jungkook doesn't say anything as he trails behind you and Namjoon. Unlike before, the ride to the doctor's office is silent. You're not exactly sure where Namjoon is taking you, only that you're going to get checked for whatever happened at the park.

You wonder if that woman is still there, that if you go back, you'll find her near the trees. What would the odds be if that were true? There's no way she'd be there again. It was luck that Jungkook had spotted her in the first place and had Namjoon park the car.

You exhale sharply, disappointed that you may never get any answers.

Why is Jungkook here? Why is he alive? No matter how hard you try to think of the reasons, nothing adds up. Nothing makes sense. For the first time since Jungkook showed up, you allow yourself to really think about it.

You kept avoiding it, afraid that it would be too much for you at a time like this. Not that anything important had happened to you, but you felt like you had a better grasp on things in your life and where you wanted to be.

For the past year, you had felt so lost. You had been so empty, waking up each day had taken a lot of effort. Now, you look forward to going to work and aspire to be an artist, using every free moment to sketch even if all you have nearby is a notepad and pencil.

It feels like you can finally breath without the trouble, but that weight is back on your chest. Everything that's been going on with Jungkook, all the unanswered questions, is making it all difficult again. Just right when your life is coming together, it all becomes a mess.

You hadn't wanted to admit it, not fully, because it sounds so selfish of you to think, but that's the real reason you didn't hesitate to have Jungkook move in with Namjoon. You didn't think about how they didn't get along at dinner or the tension. You just agreed to it without a second thought.

You needed the space for yourself. You needed to breathe, and you couldn't do it with him there constantly near you.

That truth will never change. Jungkook is a stranger. It doesn't matter that you used to dream of him all the time, you still don't know much about him.

You know nothing of his likes and dislikes, hobbies, or his past, if he even has one considering you made him up. As that thought crosses your mind, it's like two puzzle pieces fall into place.

But what if you didn't make him up? Your mind roams in a direction you hadn't thought about before.

What if Jungkook is a mirror image of someone you saw on a poster or in a music video? What if he isn't your creation at all?

What if Jungkook is a drawing of someone real?

Your scrambled curiosity gathers together into a single, horrifying conclusion.

What if Jungkook is a sketch of someone you actually know?

note: hehe looks like y/n is finally jumping to some conclusions. what do you all think? who do you think jungkook is? do you think he's just some guy y/n dreamed about and then drew? or is he something more? i'd love to hear your theories ^^