THE PRIVILEGED

A SONG TO SET THE MOOD: BAD DREAM — RUELLE

CHAPTER THREE: WON'T YOU WAKE ME UP?

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EVERYTHING WENT BLACK

His eyes fluttered open to nothingness.  The echoing of footsteps filled his eardrums, other than that it was silent.

Jungkook found himself in an unfamiliar place, everything was pitch black. Like a voiding limbo.  The only source of illuminated light was coming from the dark sky above him as he laid there on the cement road.

The teenager slowly sat up from where he was situated, assimilating the eerie atmosphere around him.  The faint wind was bustling around him as it brushed his hair back and crawled upon his bare skin.

He noticed that his clothes had changed, his former grey sweatpants were replaced with a pair of black baggy jeans. Jungkook was also equipped with a pair of shiny jet-colored boots, a white shirt and a black patterned zip-up hoodie.

Even in the short moments of him being there, it just felt so unreal. Jungkook didn't even discern where he was currently.

Neither Seokjin nor Jimin were in sight, who knows what could have happened to the two.  Hopefully they were alright and at least breathing after they practically drowned in chemical filled smoke.

As he stood up, Jungkook flinched when the faint sound of whistling could be heard in the distance.  It sounded familiar, like his own vocalization and tune, it was rather baffling.

Then he realized his thin lips were moving in the shape of an 'o', meaning that he was the one whistling.  And Jungkook couldn't strive to control his own actions as the melody he basically sang echoed in the shadows around him.

His feet moved on their own according as he strode along the endless, vast pathway. Jungkook thrusted his hands into his pockets, whipping his head from side to side to take in his hair-raising surroundings.  There was nothing besides the road he walked along.

Several minutes passed by, boredom overcame him as he casually continued on with his long stroll. Everything felt so calm on the outside, but he was fighting a mental battle of insanity inside his head.

He wanted to move, to have control of himself only to seek for a way out of the strange place.

Jungkook began to screech and let out harsh, loud, piercing cries. They were only audible on the inside, as his own body was losing its complete control. 

When his caterwauls began to reflect back straight to his senses, Jungkook found himself clamping his hands over his ears.  He collapsed to his knees as his own screaming around him grew impossibly louder.

It was like he was trapped inside a box that mimicked his own sounds.  Even if they were confined inside his wailing mind, growing louder by the nanosecond.  The seemingly never-ending mocking caused agony to bloom inside his chest and forehead.

Jungkook's heart was clenching as he keened impossibly louder in exertion.  His head thrashed left to right as he prayed and prayed that the endless torment would eventually come to a halt.

But it only grew worse when the squawking of crows began, Jungkook squeezed his globular organs shut.  The fowl animals began to swarm him and swipe at his paling skin with their talons and beaks, leaving painful slashes behind on his once clear skin.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He sobbed.  "Make it stop!  Make it stop!  Please!"

It all came to a silent end as the crude noises and warblers now ceased to stay into existence.  The only thing that was currently audible was the harsh breathing from Jungkook's lungs.

He took long, deep breaths in order to calm his nerves as relaxation slowly overcame him after the mental torture concluded.

His eyes slowly opened, darting around the cement road below him in search for any potential threats.  Jungkook soon grew even more paranoid than before, his body was shivering profusely while he attempted to let his anxiety subside.

All he could ponder about is remembering how to breathe properly whilst recovering from the recent trauma.

"Just breathe," Jungkook mumbled to himself.

There was nowhere to run from all of this havoc, the road supposedly would continue on forever.  But the walls around him were like a vortex, trapping him inside his own nightmare.

The brunet's gaze slowly shifted upwards, staring ahead at what could be in front of him.  A familiar figure with a build that Jungkook could barely recognize could be seen in the vast distance.

"Hello?" Jungkook called out to it as he removed his clammy hands from his ears.

His voice echoed off the somewhat invisible walls once again, it made him flinch and expect another session of maltreatment to his racing mind now that he was in control of his nervous system.

He could see the outline of the unknown person head in his direction towards Jungkook.  The figure was in fact a man, with a handsome face that Jungkook recognized immediately. 

"Yoongi?" He called for the man.

He recalled almost every detail of his face.  His brown, cat-like eyes, the orbs that went along perfectly with his tawny skin and button-shaped nose.  And his rose tinted cheeks, and of course his pouty pink lips that complimented the tiny moles on his nose and cheeks.

Jungkook watched with a curious gaze as Yoongi's expression was overflowing with trepidation. He frantically glanced around him, turning this way, and that way.

"Yoongi!" He bellowed to reach him once again, contrition filling his feelings as they constantly overflowed with regret and deep notions of guilt.

When Yoongi turned in his direction, Jungkook immediately noticed how he looked straight past him, behind him.  Like he could see straight through him, Jungkook was a ghost to him.

His lips moved to form words, "Won't you wake me up?"

Jungkook simply titled his head in bewilderment, what in the name of hell was he talking about?

If Yoongi couldn't see him, then who the fuck was he talking to?  Why was he saying such a choice of words?  Jungkook's brain was racing with constant thoughts clouding over his vision.

As soon as the words finished slipping off his tongue, they were being repeated over and over again by the unknown voices around them.  Except this time, with an extra word.

"Why won't you wake me up? Why won't you wake me up? Why won't you wake me up?"

The repetition sent Jungkook over the edge, he shook his head violently in utter disbelief. He refused the want to believe that he was experiencing this, it wasn't real.

"Wake up Jungkook!" Yoongi stammered, "wake up!"

What?  He didn't understand his words.

"You're caught in a bad dream," he clarified, seeing through this thoughts.

It definitely seemed like he was.

Right after he had said that, a pair of headlights could be seen in the distance, behind Yoongi. A car was headed towards their direction, words still being repeated in his head over, and over and over again.

As the car drew nearer, Jungkook only stood there like a deer in the dazzling headlights being unable to budge a single brawn.

Just move! The everlasting urge of needing to scream once again tickled his throat.

But words ended up beating him to his actions, "Behind you!  Yoongi, look out!"

The man spun on his calcaneus, lifting his rather scraggly arm to block out the daunting illumination that seeped from a car's somewhat newly tuned headlights.

Yoongi was quick enough to flee himself out of its pathway as it sped down the road, past him.  And right into Jungkook.  The force caused his body to double over from the harsh impact.

His own shriek erupted from his voice box, soon dying off the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook's eyes shot open, he quickly jerked awake from his ordeal slumber.  The first face he saw was no other than Park Jimin himself, staring down, locking eyes.

His heart rate was so high that it could have been accelerating at 200, making his blood pump while shivering profusely at the same time.

"Jungkook?" The sweet impression of his voice filled his eardrums, it made Jungkook relax in the slightest bit.

Moments passed as it took him quite a while to take in and face what was really reality.  He felt epiphany seep into him, realizing that he was having a horrible nightmare. 

It was just a dream.

His lips were chapped, trying to muster the little strength that he had to reply: "W-Where are we?"

Jungkook's lengthy bangs had fallen over his doe eyes, shielding a small sliver of his eyesight.  When he went to brush his brown locks out of his face, frustration made him grumble due to the fact that his hands were wrenched uncomfortably behind his back with a metal cord rubbing at his skin.

Jimin only shrugged and snapped back, "Does it look like I know?  I've only been on Earth for a few weeks."

Even in a shitty situation, Jimin still showed the sassier side of him.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes and quibbled after finishing his reply.

Jungkook slowly sat up, wincing slightly at the aching soreness in his lower back and wrists. Noticing how Jimin's hands were also tied tightly behind his back, the two were both practically immobile.

Glancing around the room, Jungkook noticed how it was seemingly aged and pretty much empty like a old garage. The claustrophobic room had concrete walls, the color of an ugly beige as overgrowing moss covered them in random areas.

Shock brought him into a stupor when he took a brief glance of a petrifying sight.  There was a bosom person who was deemed partially lifeless.

Seokjin's torso was bare, hands chained to the wall above his head with rusty handcuffs and nails.  He was drenched in sweat, the temperature of the room was most likely the cause of it, Jungkook inferred. 

There was a rather prodigious bruise in the center of his chest, where the device which paralyzed him once remained.  Blood was clotting around it, like he had been prickled with tiny knives.  It resembled the exact shape of the weapon used on him, it marked him.

His head hung from his shoulders, making the crimson liquid that dripped from his mouth and seeped through his teeth almost imperceptible.

"Holy shit," Jungkook pragmatically reacted in a response to the circumstances.  "He looks like he's fucking dead!"

"He's still breathing, but he screamed when that bitch ass who abducted us took that thing off of him. She even stole his shirt," Jungkook could tell from the volume of Jimin's voice, that he was right next to him.

Jungkook found himself subconsciously scooting away from Jimin who didn't appear to notice the frantic action.

Hence, Jimin had awoken before the youngest, Jungkook was half glad that he didn't have to witness the scene. The other half of him also wished that he also didn't have to go under the influence of his nightmare with Yoongi in it.

He saw Min Yoongi.

"That bitch ass has a name," Jin suddenly moaned out, the action made the two jump, "and it's Sunmi."

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END OF CHAPTER THREE

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