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I opened my eyes, gazing up at the sky, my vision a little blurry.

Why is it so cold?
Why's there so much noise?
Why does my head hurt?

"Are you okay?" A male voice asked, a screeching sound following as his head showed up, shadowing the blinding sky.

I sat up with a jerk, bumping heads with the person whom the voice belonged.

I grabbed my forehead and then the back of my head, wincing at the slight stinging pain in both places.

I put my hands on the ground to support myself, but it was cold and wet and I quickly removed my hands again.

Ice?

I looked around, noticing I was in the middle of an ice rink

"Let me help you." Jungkook chuckled, putting his hands under my arms helping me get up.

As I got up on my skates... I sailed a bit. I'm usually decent at ice skating, I think it might've been the fall I assume I took before ending here...

"Woah, let's get you off the ice." Jungkook said and grabbed my arm, but I quickly tore it away.

"Don't you touch me." I said sternly, wrinkling my forehead.

"Baby, did you hurt your head that bad?" He laughed, skating towards me.

'Baby'...
Am I really still his 'baby' in here?
Are we really still a couple?

I hit my head a few times, hoping to faint or whatever I did before waking up in this dream, to go back to reality.

Though, his hands stopped me.

"Why are you hitting yourself??" He asked, both of my wrists in his hands between us.

I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, concern written all over his face.

His eyes were so much softer in here... brighter too. It was like I could see how much this Jungkook cared for me.

But you still broke my heart
Every tear leaves a stain.

It hurt me a bit actually. He thought I loved him too. However, his real like self had made that impossible for me.

I knew it was just a dream, and I really wanted to just shout it in his face. But even though it just was a dream... his sparkling eyes looked at me with so much love. I couldn't tell him I didn't love him back.

I caved in and let him help me off the ice.

I guess I'll just have to go with the flow, and puke when I wake up...

I sat on the bench next to the ice rink, keeping my eyes on the bright and sweet guy in line to buy us waffles.

"I wonder how I am in here when I'm awake." I sighed, slightly confusing myself.

This man seemed to love me so much. Dream-me must've done something right to deserve that. The dreams back then just started out of nothing. I never got the story behind how we ended up as a couple. Nor how he fell in love with me.

"Here." He smiled and handed me the hot waffle in his hand.

I smiled at him. He was just too sweet.

I have a great imagination I guess.

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Again, I woke up in the middle of the night, panting and sweating.

I had no idea why it felt like I had run a marathon, waking up from those nightmares.

Damn it!! It's the second time!

I took some deep breaths and looked back at Jimin, noticing he was still fast asleep. He still reeked of alcohol.

I got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom across from Jimin's room to wash my face.

Although as I opened the door, the hallway wasn't completely dark. The door to the bathroom was slightly open, the light seeking out into the hallway.

I walked carefully to the door, peeking inside the small opening.

Jungkook was in there. He was standing in front of the mirror, hands on the sink, head between his shoulders and his hair dripping into the sink. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, clearly stressed over something.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, he turned off the running water with a firm movement, startling me.

He then looked up into the mirror. I quickly moved, so he wouldn't notice me.

Although it wasn't more than a few seconds before I peeked inside again.

His face had an expression I never thought I would see him with. He looked vulnerable.

A single tear finally broke free and began running down his cheek. But it didn't come far, before he brushed it away.

Is he really crying?

And then the same question, as the other night in Jimin's room, came back.

Is he even allowed to cry?

The questioned kept repeating itself over and over again as I stood there looking at Jungkook, more vulnerable than ever, not knowing I was watching. Another tear slid down his cheek, but this time he let it run. Just as it did back then.

But I still wondered. What drove Jungkook to crying in the bathroom in the middle of a night?

Is he allowed to cry?

Anyhow, even is he was allowed crying... if he was allowed hurting. I didn't care.

I. didn't. care.

I was with Jimin.

And I loved Jimin. To the moon and back and even further.

And Jimin loved me.

Why would I ever even consider going back to Jungkook?

I wouldn't.

That's the answer.

Or..

That should've been the answer.

Even though I HATED to admit it, I felt something in my stomach twirl as Jungkook's eyes had locked with mine that first time seeing each other after months. Sure I was drunk and he hated me, but I still felt something.

Apart from the nausea, the anger, the ache... I couldn't deny that a little spark intertwined with the other feelings.

A spark, I really wish wasn't there.

A spark, I didn't know what meant.

But a spark, I felt like would make everything worse.

Just then, his eyes in the mirror met mine.

Fuck

Jungkook POV

I woke up in the middle of the night again...

They were haunting me.

I didn't know how to get rid of them.

The dreams were torture. Finally I thought I would have a break, but of course she had to come back into my life.

Of fucking course

I went to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping to wash everything away with it.

I don't even like her
I never did!
Why am I dreaming about her?

I placed my hands on the sink, letting the water run.

I wish I could run like the water did. Run away. Just for a day or two. That would've been nice.

With her there everything was just so... overwhelming.

In those months since our goodbye at the airport, I had kept telling myself I didn't like her. Trying to convince myself it was true. And even though I knew it wasn't true... I still desperately tried.

And it was certainly not easy to forget her when she was Jimin's girlfriend. And I was Jimin's best friend.

The amount of times Jimin brought up Haru in the middle of a conversation was... too many.

"Jungkookie! Haru and I was watching this movie yesterday and I think you'd like it!"

"Aish really? Haru would've hated that."

"I know, Haru told me yesterday."

"Haru loves those!"

Haru, Haru, Haru

I get it Jimin okay!?

We quickly got along again after getting home from tour. Jimin and I. After that night at the concert with the fireworks where he had caught me soothing Haru, he had kept his distance to me.

But we're brothers. We always find our way back together. It's an unwritten rule between us.

The constant reminder he was about how the girl I liked was in love with another man... that bothered me.

I turned off the water, looking up into the mirror.

A tear escaped my eye, as I met my own pathetic face.

Fuck no I'm not gonna cry

I wiped the tear away.

I don't cry

Even then, all alone, I couldn't let go of my pride.

However, another tear escaped.

I let it fall.

I heard a sound coming from the hallway and moved my eyes to the door.

It was dark out there, but a pair of eyes glowed in the dark.

Fuck

I turned around and slammed the door shut, leaning against it, hitting myself.

"Fuck Jungkook!" I whisper yelled.

And that's why I don't cry

Haru's eyes had met mine in the mirror.

How long had she been standing there?

Just enough to see me cry?

I hope fucking not

Narrator POV

Haru was frozen, inwardly panicking at the eye contact on one side and Jungkook, grasping against the door on the other, the two of them both startled by each other.

Not soon after the door was slammed, Haru caught herself just standing in front of the door.

What an idiot

She thought with a scoff and turned around to enter her boyfriend's room again.

But there she found herself again. Standing in a hallway between two doors. One, always open, easy to enter and familiar. The other, closed, hard to get through and mysterious.

For now it was easy for Haru to choose. There wasn't really much of a choice. Jimin, of course.

Jungkook on the other side of the door was busy scolding himself for being caught crying, and of all by her.

But not soon after, Jungkook put up his front and with a smirk he opened the door, expecting Haru still to be standing there as she always was.

In his head, she once couldn't stay away from him. But that 'once' was over now and as he opened the door, ready to provoke her with a smile, the hallway was dark and empty. Only the closed door was in front of him, Jimin and Haru in there together.

He scoffed, tough on the outside, but sighed on the inside, going back to his own room to at least get some sleep.

au.n.
What do y'all think about the Narrator POV?

I'm not gonna lie, I kinda love the thing where the narrator knows it all, so it's not just Haru's thoughts or Jungkook's or Jimin's... There's gonna be more narrator POV's in the upcoming chapters. Mostly to provide an overview for you guys (and myself lmao)