Sadly for Celestine the nightmares continued, and this time, without Jungkook. The creepy slender man creature had disappeared and was replaced by a terrifying child at the edge of her bed. It would slowly grow closer to her until the moment it reached her side. When it did, it's teeth bared like a dogs and it lunged into her throat.

She would always awake in cold sweat, panting and nauseous from the dream. She began constantly searching for cures to her nightmares on the internet, asking other friends for ideas, and even visiting a local psychologist. Nothing worked, and the nightmares kept visiting, every single night.

At points in her nightmares, Celestine wished – from somewhere deep down in the depths of her mind – that she could see the bright, twerking man in her doorway. She could only imagine him bursting in and bumping the demonic figure out the window with his twerking butt. While the idea was just as disturbing as the dream, it was less terrifying, she supposed.

One night - or, rather morning - at 4, Celestine decided she had had enough. All she wanted was Jungkook and his shaking ass to become at the very least, an oasis in her horrifying nightmares. Cuddling up in her bed and looking out the window, she stared at the only star left in the sky. While it wasn't falling, she could still make a wish, right?

It was worth the shot, she supposed.

"Jungkook," She began awkwardly, glancing at the star, "I'm sorry that I-I-" She hesitated for a minute, "I said I didn't like your dancing. Please just come back. I really need you."

Nothing happened to the star, it just simply stared right back down at her with the same intensity. No door was slammed open to reveal a moon-walking Jungkook – nothing.

Celestine sighed as she watched the star glitter in the atmosphere. Her eyes slowly closed, and eventually, she had fallen into the dark abyss of her nightmares again.

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"Taehyung! You'd better not be watching hentai again!" Jimin's scream echoed from through the dorms, making it's way into Jungkook's pierced ears as he practiced dancing. He had his favourite mix of early 2000's songs playing, and he was grooving along to each one.

"Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, with the fur~" He hummed along as he twerked to the song. Yoongi sat in the corner of the room attempting to shield his eyes from Jungkook's moves by staring at his phone. Namjoon on the other hand was shoving a camera Jungkook's way every five seconds.

"You're doing great, sweetie!" He encouraged the younger, whilst having Yoongi's sarcastic comments hurled his way.

It was then that Jungkook's phone started buzzing, and when he pulled it up to look at it, his starlight dreamer app had a notification.

Who could need my services now? Jungkook wondered as he opened the app, only to reveal the face of Celestine – his former client – looking up at him with hopeful eyes. While he pretended seeing her face was the last thing he wanted, his heart skipped a beat and his finger immediately pressed for the message to open. The message read: "Jungkook, I'm sorry that I said I didn't like your dancing. Please just come back. I really need you."

His eyes lit up instantly, and immediately he headed for the door.

"Where's my Kookieboo going?!" Namjoon fretted, watching the boy leave.

"I have another client! I'll be back!" Jungkook responded, rushing out the door and to his room to get cleaned up.

"Another client?" Yoongi scoffed, slumping lazily in his chair, scrolling on his phone. "I bet it was the same girl. All his reviews from his other clients say he was just as scary as the dream they had."

"Hush, Yoongi." Namjoon hissed to the man before turning back to the door with a proud mom look. "All that matters is that Jungkook is making other people happy."

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"No, No, No, and No." Jungkook huffed as he threw away each suit, shirt, and pair of pants in his closet. His eyes scanned the rest, but he couldn't find something that would suit. He needed something with a little bazar and so far in his closet, he couldn't find anything.

"Michael told me in the closet, I got some chicken, I'm so sad~" He hummed to himself as he continued to rip clothes of his hangers and throw them unto his bed.

He wanted something that Celestine would see him in and be impressed by, but nothing came close to what he had imagined. That's when he remembered Jin's outfit – the white, sparkly one. He immediately darted to Jin's room door and whacked his hand against it.

"Come in!" Came the voice from inside.

Jungkook immediately swung the door open and was met with Jin reading something on a box. The older man's eyes met his and he smiled. "Oh, Jungkook. Just the person I wanted to see." He began, before pointing to the box in his hand. "If a fan gives you a pack of extra-large condoms, is that a compliment or a backhanded joke?"

Jungkook frowned. "What-"

"Also," Jin interjected, pulling up a bra from the side of his bed, "I got this thrown at me. I'm highly confused."

"Why do you have a bra?" Jungkook asked, highly disturbed.

"I just told you, I got it thrown at me." Jin responded.

"But why are you keeping it?"

There was a silence between the men as Jin looked to the bra, seeming as if he too wondered why he still had it. Slowly plopping it into the trash beside him, he turned back to Jungkook. "That's not important." He stated. "Now, what is a peasant like you wanting with your king?"

"I need to borrow your white, sparkly outfit."

Jin's straightened lips curved into a grin.

"Say no more."

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The night was cold, and despite the fact that Celestine was tucked into her covers, she could still feel it. There was a ghostly feeling in the air, and she knew exactly what it was. She wouldn't open her eyes for fear that she would see the frightening creature beside her again.

Footsteps carefully plodded against the floor and toward her bed. A swish of fabric moved as the figure came closer. Celestine could feel the dark, soulless eyes piercing through her skin, but she dare not open her eyes. She wanted to call someone, scream, or even fight to protect herself, but she couldn't move her body.

There was a soft, almost invisible hand that placed itself on her shoulder. Celestine would have burst out screaming from the touch if she had have been able to.

It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. She told herself. Soon, she would wake up, and real life would happen again. There would be no scary monsters, and no demons standing at the foot of her bed. Then the day would finish, and night would resurrect, bringing the nightmares back with it.

It was an unending cycle.

Slowly, the hand moved to her face, and she could feel fingernails gripping the flesh of her cheeks. Her mind slowly begged for Jungkook as the hand creeped closer and closer to her eyes.

And that's when a bright light shone through the door. It was so bright that it strained through the skin of her eyelids. Immediately they opened because she knew exactly who had arrived.

In the doorway was Jungkook, except he wasn't twerking this time. He wore a blindingly white outfit and had a small object in his hand – something that appeared to be a vape.

Celestine's observations were proved to be right when Jungkook inhaled a puff of the vape and then proceeded to blow it out like a dragon into the face of the creature beside her bed. With a startled scream, the creature disappeared with the smoke.

"Don't worry Celestine, your knight in shining armour has arrived!" Jungkook joyously announced, waving his vape in the air. Celestine's eyes watered as he came closer, blowing the strawberry scented smoke all over her face to allow her mobility again.

That's when Celestine launched towards Jungkook and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his shirt. The act startled Jungkook, but he made no attempt to respond to it. Slowly, he placed his arms around her waist as well and patted her hair.

"It's alright." He muttered against her shirt. "I've got you."

She breathed in the noticeably artificial strawberry scent from his shirt, feeling comforted. When the hug broke, both of them stared into each other's eyes. Jungkook's head lowered, and Celestine's head rose to greet his.

Their lips connected instantly, and the deep darkness of the dream faded from around them. It was replaced with the Rexona smelling area of Jungkook's dorm room.

And they went at it all night long – playing Overwatch.

No one is sure what they're up to now. It's hard to be in relationship on different sides of the world. As far as I know, they still meet in Celestine's dreams, which have significantly brightened over time with Jungkook's help.

For the monsters, well, they ended up being blind for the rest of their lives. There's not much scaring you can do when you can't even see the person you're supposed to be scaring. As far as I know, there's a monster rehabilitation centre for those who had to go through the trauma Jungkook caused with his horrifying twerking.

And for me, well, I'm slightly intoxicated and writing. Not a good match, write? (DID YOU GET MY PUN???!!) This is why the rest of this story is so messed up.

The end.