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Jeong Jungkook- Love Wins All

Anyone Else Obsessed with Love & Deep Space and IU's Love Wins All? Just me? Whoops. 17k words

Warnings: End of World/Dystopia, Space and alien creatures, evil robots, and smut. MDNI (18+)

Things in italics are memories

In the year 2134, the celestial rift that materialized above the bustling city was a sight that defied all comprehension. It hung ominously in the sky, a swirling vortex of colors and lights, distorting the very fabric of space and time. The once familiar skyline was now adorned with this cosmic disturbance, a constant reminder of the unknown and the unimaginable.

As the rift expanded, its influence began to seep into the world below. The gravitational pull of the Earth was altered, causing strange phenomena to occur. Objects floated effortlessly in mid-air, and people felt a weightlessness that defied logic. But it wasn't just the physical realm that was affected. The air itself became infused with an overflow of vibrant energy and exotic matter, creating an atmosphere that crackled with an otherworldly electricity.

From within the rift, peculiar extraterrestrial beings emerged, their forms unlike anything humanity had ever encountered. Some were ethereal and graceful, while others were grotesque and menacing. They possessed abilities that defied the laws of nature, and their presence captivated the Earth with a mix of awe and fear. Accompanying these enigmatic beings were advanced automatons, creations of a civilization far more advanced than our own. These machines possessed intelligence and capabilities that surpassed human understanding.

Realizing the threat these otherworldly creatures posed to humanity, a league of elite warriors was formed. These individuals underwent rigorous training, honing their skills in various forms of combat and equipping themselves with advanced weaponry. They became the last line of defense, standing between the extraterrestrial beings and the vulnerable human population.Meanwhile, tireless scientists dedicated themselves to understanding the celestial rift and its effects. They delved into the depths of knowledge, studying every facet of this extraordinary phenomenon. They worked day and night, analyzing the exotic matter and deciphering the energy that permeated the air. Their goal was to unravel the mysteries of the rift, to comprehend its origins and purpose.

The world held its breath as the rift continued to expand, its influence spreading further and further. The league of elite warriors fought valiantly, engaging in epic battles against the extraterrestrial beings and advanced automatons. The scientists made breakthrough after breakthrough, slowly piecing together the puzzle of the celestial rift. Thankfully they managed to build a barrier around the inner city that kept out the otherworldly beings.

The once bustling city, with its vibrant energy and bustling streets, had now transformed into a desolate wasteland. The protective shield that had once safeguarded the heart of the city had crumbled, leaving its inhabitants vulnerable and exposed to the unknown forces that now threatened their existence.

As the shield collapsed, time seemed to stand still for a brief moment, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation. And then, in an instant, the eerie silence was shattered by a cacophony of screams that pierced through the air. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the empty streets, creating a symphony of panic and desperation.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and terror, I rushed to my bedroom window, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was unfolding outside. What I saw was a sight that would forever be etched into my memory. A colossal floating cube, dark and foreboding, ominously hovered above the once majestic skyscrapers. Its presence alone sent shivers down my spine, as if it were a harbinger of doom.

But it was the radiant beam of light that emanated from the cube that truly instilled fear in my heart. It was a merciless force, targeting anything and everything below with ruthless precision. As the beam touched its victims, they simply vanished into thin air, leaving behind only remnants of their garments as a haunting reminder of their existence.

The sight of terrified souls fleeing the city in a desperate exodus was overwhelming. People of all ages and backgrounds, their faces etched with terror, ran for their lives, seeking refuge from the malevolent force that threatened to consume them. The streets became a chaotic maze of fear and desperation, as families clung to each other, desperately trying to find safety amidst the chaos.

In that moment, I felt a surge of fear unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The thought of being struck by that malevolent light, of being reduced to nothing more than a pile of clothes, sent shivers down my spine. I stumbled backward, my heart pounding in my chest, as I retreated into the darkness of my room.

As I stood there, paralyzed by fear, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to the world.

The Meeting

The once vibrant city, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, now lay in ruins. The barrier that had once protected its inhabitants from the unknown had crumbled several months ago, leaving behind a desolate dystopia. The once lively streets were now empty, devoid of any signs of life, as fear gripped the hearts of the remaining inhabitants.

Hovering above the decimated city, the mysterious cube loomed ominously. Its metallic surface reflected the dim sunlight, while its intricate patterns seemed to shift and change, as if alive. This enigmatic object, seemingly of extraterrestrial origin, had become a constant reminder of the city's vulnerability. It scanned the abandoned streets and shattered buildings, searching relentlessly for any signs of human presence.

Within the dilapidated buildings, those who sought refuge found no solace. The once safe havens now harbored a new terror. The extraterrestrial beings, once barred by the protective shield, now prowled the structures with an insatiable hunger. Their presence was marked by eerie sounds echoing through the empty corridors, their footsteps a haunting reminder of the impending doom. These otherworldly creatures, with their grotesque forms and piercing eyes, hunted down their helpless victims with ruthless efficiency. Their prey, the remaining inhabitants of the city, were subjected to a gruesome fate. The streets became a macabre stage, where the desperate attempts to survive were met with the merciless onslaught of these alien predators.

The survivors, huddled in the shadows, lived in constant fear, their hearts pounding with each passing moment. They whispered tales of the horrors they had witnessed, the bloodcurdling screams that pierced the night, and the desperate pleas for mercy that fell on deaf ears. Every day was a battle for survival, a fight against the unknown, as they navigated the treacherous ruins, always aware that death could be lurking around any corner.

Throughout the last month, I have endured a relentless onslaught of tragedy and despair that far surpasses the trials and tribulations of the average person. It seems as though death has become an all too familiar companion, lurking in the shadows and snatching away those I hold dear. The weight of sorrow that I carry is suffocating, a burden that no one should have to bear.

One by one, the people who I loved vanished, leaving behind only memories and a void that can never be filled. Some met their untimely demise at the hands of merciless creature, their lives cut short in a cruel twist of fate. Others simply disappeared, leaving no trace behind, their absence a haunting mystery.

But it was the death of my father that shattered me completely, forever etching a horrifying image into the depths of my mind. I can still hear the screams, the desperate pleas for my mother and I to run, as those monstrous beings tore him apart before my very eyes. In that moment, fear consumed me, paralyzing my every thought and action. My mother and I fled, our hearts pounding with terror, but little did we know she was next.

She had sheilded me from the deadly ray emitted by the ominous cube, my mother sacrafied her life for mine. She was gone and I was alone and vulnerable. The emotions I felt were indescribeable, there was a pain that cut deeper than any physical wound. It was as if the world was playing a cruel joke, forcing me to face the horrors of this world on my own. In the after that fateful day, I found myself standing on the precipice of despair. The will to live, once a burning flame within me, had been extinguished. I no longer cared if the beam consumed me or if those creatures tore me apart. The exhaustion of simply surviving had drained me of all hope and purpose. I yearned for an end to the ceaseless torment, a release from the never-ending cycle of loss and heartache.

Determined to increase my chances of survival, I made the bold decision to abandon the city and seek refuge elsewhere. As I ventured towards the outskirts, caution seemed to elude me. Under the moonlit sky, I strolled down the dimly lit street, my vision limited to a mere few feet. Suddenly, a sinister growl pierced the silence, sending shivers down my spine and causing my heart to race. Familiar with that dreadful sound, I knew all too well that one of those creatures lurked nearby and I was its next meal.

I quickened my pace, my footsteps echoing through the empty street. The growl grew louder, closer, and I could feel the presence of the creature drawing near. Panic began to set in, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had prepared for this moment, trained myself to face the dangers that awaited me.As I rounded a corner, my eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the shadows. A pair of glowing eyes stared back at me, filled with hunger and malice. It was a creature of space, a predator that thrived in the darkness. Its sharp fangs glistened under the moonlight, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked in this forsaken place.

As the beast rapidly surpassed me, I quickly reached into my knapsack and retrieved the blade my father had given me. Aware that the creature would soon catch up to me, my instincts took over as I prepared for a fight. Yet, a passing thought made me wonder if I should surrender and let the creature take me. Maybe then, this suffering would end, and I could be reunited with my dear parents once again.

I halted my steps, pivoting to confront the ugly creature. It advanced towards me with a menacing air, but I stood my ground, my heart pounding and my hands trembling in readiness. Suddenly, a human voice pierced the silence, which shocked me since I haven't come across another person in a long time. "Duck!" it commanded, and my body instinctively obeyed. I swiftly dropped to the ground, just in time to witness a swift, whooshing sound pass over my head. My eyes widened as I beheld an axe hurtling through the air, finding its mark in the creature's throat.

The creature let out a guttural scream, its hands instinctively reaching for the weapon lodged in its neck. Blood spurted from the wound, staining the ground beneath it. It stumbled backward, its menacing aura shattered by the sudden turn of events.As the creature writhed in pain, I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and awe. I turned to face my savior, my eyes meeting those of a stranger who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Their face was etched with determination, their eyes filled with a fire.

"Stand back," he commanded, striding past me towards the monstrous being. Placing his foot firmly on its shoulder, he firmly grasped the axe handle with both hands, forcefully extracting it from the creature's neck. The creature let out a piercing scream, as crimson blood splattered in all directions. Unfazed by the chaos, the man swung the axe with unwavering determination, striking the creature in the very same spot. This time, the creature collapsed lifelessly. His solitary triumph over the formidable foe left me in awe, pondering if he belonged to the esteemed ranks of the elite soldiers, for his strength was undeniable.

My eyes were fixed on him as he extracted a knife from his leg and gracefully lowered himself beside the lifeless creature. With a swift motion, he plunged the blade into the creature's skull, causing me to wince at the sight. My heart skipped a beat as he skillfully carved something out from the depths of its head. Holding a precious gem-like object in his hand, he meticulously wrapped it in cloth before stowing it away in his backpack. At last, our eyes met, and a rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, leaving me flustered and unable to form coherent words. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble," I stammered, my voice betraying my emotions. "I was perfectly content with... whatever fate had in store for me."

Silent footsteps approached me, and as he reached my side, his eyes fixated on my hand. Without a word, he seized my wrist, drawing my hand closer to us. "Someone who wanted to die wouldn't hold a weapon so tightly," he remarked, causing my gaze to shift towards the dagger I held. My grip was so tight that my knuckles turned pale; I had to consciously relax my grasp before meeting his gaze. "A simple thank you would be enough," he playfully jested, releasing my hand with a gentle touch.

"Thank you," I murmured my gratitude, causing a smile to grace his lips. This mysterious man possessed a captivating charm, with his sun-kissed complexion, lustrous dark locks, and enchanting doe-like eyes that seemed too innocent to have committed such a ruthless act. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, his presence captivating me in a way I couldn't explain. There was an air of mystery surrounding him, as if he held secrets that were waiting to be unraveled. As we stood there, the moon casting a soft glow on his features, I couldn't help but feel a strange connection forming between us.

"What is your name?" I inquired, carefully stowing away my dagger in my backpack.

"Jungkook," he replied. I couldn't deny the fluttering in my chest, the way my heart seemed to skip a beat at the sound of his name. Jungkook. It was a name that held no familiarity, yet it felt like it belonged to someone I had known all my life. It was a name that resonated within me, awakening a dormant part of my being.

"I'm Y/n."

"Y/n," he repeated. His voice, when he spoke my name, sent shivers down my spine. It was deep and velvety, like a melody that I couldn't get enough of. I found myself lost in his gaze, those enchanting doe-like eyes that seemed to hold a world of emotions. It was as if they were windows to his soul, revealing a vulnerability that contradicted the ruthless act I had witnessed.

I found myself blushing uncontrollably, my cheeks turning a shade of pink that I couldn't hide. It was as if I had become a young school girl, experiencing the first stirrings of love. But how could this be? We had just met, and yet, there was an undeniable chemistry between us.I couldn't help but wonder what had brought us together, what forces had conspired to intertwine our paths. Was it fate? Or was it something more sinister? I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Jungkook than met the eye, that there were layers to him that I had yet to uncover.

"We should go," he said, striding ahead of me along the bustling street before pausing to cast his gaze upon me.

"We?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued, as he extended his hand towards me, beckoning me to join him. A small voice within me cautioned against trusting a stranger, wary of the dangers that lurked, but the world had changed so drastically. Timidly, I extended my hand and grasped his, feeling its size and roughness, yet finding solace in its warmth and tender pull as he guided me forward.

"Where are we headed?" I murmured softly, attempting to divert my attention from the intoxicating sensation that surged through me as our hands intertwined. Abruptly, he came to an abrupt stop, causing me to collide into his sturdy frame. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he pressed a finger against his lips, urging me to remain silent. Complying with his silent request, he pivoted towards me, enveloping me within his embrace, shielding me. In an instant, the air was filled with the resonating hum of the cube, accompanied by a radiant light that emanated from behind him.

The cube's beam, the same beam that had claimed my mother's life, shined over his body, igniting a surge of panic that coursed through my veins like a raging river. My heart pounded against my chest, threatening to burst free from its confines, as my breath hitched in my throat, constricting my airways. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, as the weight of despair settled heavily upon my shoulders. In that moment of desperation, my trembling hand reached out, hoping that he would find comfort. His face was illuminated by the soft glow of the cube, he was too handsome. The gentle feeling of his skin against my trembling fingers offered a fleeting respite from the overwhelming anguish that threatened to consume me whole.

I hope that he wasn't hurting. I hoped he wasn't suffering. I wish it was quick. Secretly, a selfish wish took root within me, a desire for myself to follow suit after him. The thought of enduring another devastating blow, of witnessing yet another person slip through my grasp, was unbearable. The pain of loss had etched deep scars upon my heart, scars that threatened to shatter my fragile existence.

But as quickly as the light had appeared, it vanished, leaving behind only a faint hum resonating in the air. The cube, its purpose fulfilled, floated away, leaving me in a state of disarray. Jungkook, steadfast and unwavering, remained standing before me, seemingly fine. The ground beneath my feet seemed to shift, and the world spun around me, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if the very fabric of reality had been torn asunder. Trembling knees weakened my stance, causing me to descend gracefully to the earth. It felt as though I was a delicate scoop of ice cream, slowly melting away. Jungkook, filled with worry, knelt beside me, his brow etched with concern. My breaths were shallow, and my extremities tingled with numbness; it was undoubtedly a panic attack. These episodes had become all too frequent as of late. Gently, Jungkook placed his hand against my clammy forehead, and I gazed into his eyes, as if unable to fathom his presence.

"You're alive," I whispered, my voice breathless.

The words I uttered seemed to clarify the situation. He softly held my hand and guided it to his chest, enabling me to sense the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a nod, he comforted me, affirming, "I am alive." As I focused on the rhythmic throbbing beneath my palm, a feeling of calmness enveloped me. Slowly, my breathing became steady, and the sweat on my skin diminished.

"How is that possible?" I asked, my curiosity sparked.

With a gentle smile on his face, Jungkook began to explain. "My dear friend, he has the brilliance of a scientist. He created this outfit," he said, pointing to his clothes. The garment looked remarkably similar to the attire of a skilled assassin, complete with a mysterious hood. "Whether you believe it or not, this attire is made from the very cores found within those mysterious extraterrestrial beings. Although I don't fully understand how it works, I've realized that by wearing it, the robotic sentinels don't recognize me as a human."

As anger surged within me, fueled by the overwhelming grief that had consumed me since my mother's untimely departure, tears began to pool in the corners of my eyes. The pain of her absence was a constant ache in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness towards the world for not providing something like this sooner.But as the waves of anger crashed against the shores of my soul, a small voice within me reminded me that Jungkook was not to blame for my mother's absence. Nor was his friend, who had unknowingly become a catalyst for my emotions. They were merely innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire of my pain.

With a gentle touch, Jungkook took my hands in his own. As he aided me in rising to my feet, his touch was both tender and reassuring. It was as if he understood the weight of my sorrow and was determined to help me carry it. In that moment, I felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that had consumed me.

"To answer your question from a while ago, we are leaving the city. I'm going to bring you to the safe haven. It's where people are all hiding, we've been evacuating the city for a while now. I was actually shocked to see you here." Jungkook's words have shed light on the reason behind the prolonged absence of people and the unfortunate fate that befalls those I encounter.

"How far away?" I inquired, my voice filled with weariness as he resumed his leisurely pace, leading me along.

"It's a journey of seven days," he responded, and instantly, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, anticipating the arduous adventure that lay ahead. "The creatures tend to roam the city, believing that's where the humans reside. Thus, the farther we venture from the city, the safer we become."

I couldn't find a better option, so I had to make a choice between joining a stranger on a journey to find safety with other survivors or facing the deserted city alone, where there were mechanical beings and extraterrestrial creatures. Tiredly, I agreed to go on a seven-day expedition with the handsome stranger.

Day One

As the moon slowly ascended into the night sky, casting a soft glow over the landscape, Jungkook, my steadfast companion, made the decision that it was time for us to halt and rest. We had been on the move for what felt like an eternity, enduring a relentless journey that had spanned almost twenty-four hours.

With aching muscles and heavy breaths, I collapsed onto the ground, the coolness of the earth providing a much-needed relief. As I caught my breath, I allowed my gaze to wander, taking in the surroundings that had become our temporary sanctuary. Through the dense foliage, I caught glimpses of quaint countryside dwellings, their warm lights flickering in the distance. These humble abodes seemed to be untouched by the chaos and noise of the world we had left behind. In stark contrast, far off in the distance, the skyscrapers we had left behind stood tall, their illuminated windows piercing the night sky.

These towering structures seemed like a distant memory now. It was astonishing to think that our arduous journey had only covered a mere twenty miles. Time had become distorted, stretched thin by the physical and emotional toll of our travels. Each step had felt like an eternity, as if we were traversing through a lifetime of experiences in a single day. But as I lay there, gazing up at the moon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I was still here and I was still going.

I watched in awe as Jungkook tossed his bag onto the ground, the sound reverberating through the otherwise quiet forest. My curiosity was instantly piqued, and I couldn't tear my eyes away as he reached into his bag and retrieved a mysterious object. The object seemed to be made of a lightweight material, and as Jungkook tugged on a string, the tent effortlessly expanded, transforming into a fully functional shelter. I couldn't help but be captivated by its ingenuity, marveling at how such a small and seemingly ordinary object could turn into something so practical and useful.

Intrigued, I inched closer to examine the tent. Its design was sleek and modern, with sturdy poles and a waterproof exterior. I reached out to touch it, my fingers grazing the fabric, but before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the tent vanished before my eyes. It was as if it had simply dissolved into thin air, leaving me bewildered and utterly perplexed. I blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend the inexplicable phenomenon that had just occurred. Though I could still feel it in my hand, a strange energy lingering in the air and my vision failed to perceive the tent.

Startled, I released my grip on the entrance and stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by the strange and otherworldly experience. Questions flooded my mind, and I turned to Jungkook, who was now grinning mischievously. He seemed to have anticipated my reaction, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "What just happened?" I stammered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and confusion.

"Another one of Namjoon's inventions." Jungkook's voice resonated with admiration as he spoke of Namjoon. His attention shifted back to the sleek watch adorning his wrist, which now Illuminated I could see but it blends in with his outfit completely. With a simple press, the tent materialized before my eyes, revealing its mysterious allure. "Fear often grips those who are unfamiliar or unable to comprehend, but Namjoon fearlessly embraces the unknown, harnessing its power to his advantage," Jungkook mused, his words filled with awe.

He gently suggested, "Take a break and rest," pointing towards the tent. I obediently went back to the shelter, revealing its entrance. The inside looked quite ordinary, like any other tent. I entered gracefully and unloaded my heavy backpack. But my focus quickly shifted to Jungkook, who was still lingering outside.

"Don't you need to rest?" I asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm used to sleeping under the stars," he replied casually.

"You deserve a good night's sleep too," I insisted, my voice filled with genuine worry. Jungkook chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with a mix of amusement and stubbornness.

"I'll be fine. Sleeping under the stars has always been my thing. It's comforting in its own way."

"Well... I'll feel bad if I sleep in your tent and you sleep outside," I explined, hoping that by making it about me he would be more inclined to listen to me. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting towards the tent's entrance. I could see the exhaustion etched on his face, the weariness that he tried so hard to hide. Finally, he let out a sigh and nodded, giving in to my persistent persuasion.

"Alright, fine," he conceded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But only because you're so insistent." I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as I watched him step inside the tent.

As he settled down on the ground next to me, I couldn't help but notice the way his tense muscles relaxed, his body sinking into the comfort that the tent provided. The gentle glow of his watch cast a warm light on his face, and he tapped something, probably to make the tent invisible once again.

He softly whispered "Goodnight," and as he settled down beside me, his words hung in the air. It was at that instant that I realized how intimately close we would be throughout the night. A blush spread across my cheeks as I imitated his actions. The realization that I had essentially invited him to share my bed filled me with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.

As the room grew quiet, the only sound that remained was the gentle rhythm of our breathing. The weight of his presence beside me felt both comforting and electrifying, sending a shiver down my spine. The soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains cast a delicate halo around us, creating an atmosphere that seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye, his features softened by the dim light. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now held a tender warmth that made my heart flutter. The vulnerability in his voice when he whispered "Goodnight" echoed in my mind, leaving me yearning for more.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, like a delicate thread connecting us, pulling us closer together. I could feel the magnetic pull between us, the unspoken desire that lingered beneath the surface. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us to this moment, where our paths intertwined in the most intimate of ways. With each passing second, the air grew thicker, charged with an unspoken tension. The weight of his presence beside me became almost palpable, his warmth seeping into my very being. A sense of relief washed over me as I watched him drift off to sleep, his breathing steady.

As my eyelids gently met, I couldn't resist the allure of daydreaming, envisioning the endless potential that awaited me. The tenderness of his caress, the comforting solace of his arms encircling me - I had to halt those musings before my heart became too smitten with him. As weariness consumed me, slumber embraced me effortlessly. Once I quieted the chaos within my mind, sleep enveloped me swiftly, carrying me into a peaceful slumber.

Day Two

As I awoke from my slumber, the gentle rays of the morning sun filtered through the delicate fabric of our tent, casting a warm glow upon our peaceful sanctuary. The soft rustling of nature outside seemed to harmonize with the rhythmic rise and fall of Jungkook's chest as he slept beside me. His face, usually adorned with a mischievous smile, now bore a burden that seemed to weigh heavily upon him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I couldn't help but be captivated by his beauty, even in this vulnerable state. His features, so perfectly sculpted, held an ethereal quality that made my heart skip a beat. It was as if his mere presence had the power to stir a strange sensation within me, a mixture of awe and longing that caused my stomach to churn with both excitement and trepidation. With hesitant fingers, I reached out to brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead, obscuring his features. But as my hand hovered in the air, I couldn't help but hesitate, aware of the intimate nature of such a gesture. The tenderness in his slumbering face beckoned me, yet I feared overstepping the boundaries of our relationship.

Blushing, I pulled back my hand slightly, my fingertips tingling with the unfulfilled desire to touch him. But the allure he possessed was too strong to resist. With a surge of courage, I let my hand gently graze his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. In that fleeting moment, a torrent of memories flooded my mind, as if a thousand lifetimes had passed between us.

I was left in a state of disbelief as I observed Jungkook. In every vision that unfolded before me, he was peacefully asleep, always by my side. The emotions that surged through me, intertwined with these memories, were overpowering, as if they were the sole existence in this world. As I gently pressed my hand against his cheek, the memories grew more vivid, more intense. I couldn't comprehend the nature of this phenomenon or why I was witnessing these memories that didn't belong to me, yet I found myself intertwined within them.

Each memory was like a thread, weaving a tapestry of moments that seemed so real, so tangible. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in sync with me. The scent of him filled my senses, enveloping me in a comforting embrace. It was as if I had lived these moments, experienced them firsthand, but I knew deep down that they were not my own.

As I gently withdrew my hand from his tender cheek, the warmth that had enveloped us dissipated into the air, and the connection we had shared faded away. The world around us reverted to its former state, the bustling sounds of the city filling the void that had been created. Jungkook, once so close, was back to being a distant stranger. Yet, despite the apparent return to normalcy, an inexplicable emptiness settled within me, casting a shadow over my heart. It was as if a piece of my soul had been left behind, lost in the fleeting memories we had shared. The profound sense of loss weighed heavily upon me, tugging at the corners of my mind, refusing to be ignored.

Jungkook's eyes softly fluttered open, and when he looked toward me it revealed a hint of concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, waking up from his sleep. Initially, I was confused, but then I felt it. A single tear rolled down my cheek. Quickly, I wiped it away, removing any evidence of its presence.

"Strange," I whispered, sitting up and inspecting the dampness on my fingertips. It was a physical manifestation of the intangible pain that had been haunting me, a reminder that emotions could not always be contained or controlled.

Jungkook pondered, his voice tinged with unease, "A nightmare?" He ventured outside the tent, opening the door and casting his gaze upon the surroundings. I followed him silently, feeling a rush of emotions as memories flooded my mind. Meeting his inquisitive gaze, I blushed, realizing that he might have experienced something similar. Instead of dwelling on those intimate moments, I mustered the courage to ask him a question.

"What do I mean to you?" As I mustered the courage to voice my question, I could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. It was as if he had sensed the undeniable bond as well, a pull that brought us together. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

"What do you mean to me?" he repeated softly, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and uncertainty. With a forced chuckle, he nervously brushed his hands against his trousers. "A beautiful stranger I rescued?" he proposed. I should have anticipated his attempt to divert the conversation, although it appeared he possessed more knowledge than he revealed. Perhaps I am mistaken, and there is merely a spark of chemistry between us, but it feels like an inexplicable connection.

"Right. We should go," I uttered, feeling a sense of urgency in my voice. I wanted to change the subject as heat was starting tclimb up my neck. I turned around to face my tent and quickly retrieve my belongs. Jungkook, always perceptive and attuned to my needs, didn't utter a word but immediately understood my intention. He swiftly moved towards his own bag, retrieving it with a sense of purpose. There was a silent understanding between us, a bond that didn't require words to communicate.

As I watched him grab his bag, and then with a simple press of a button, the tent gracefully folded and compacted itself, fitting snugly into his backpack. I silently expressed my gratitude towards him, knowing that he understood the depth of my appreciation. He decided to not to ask why I asked him that weird question and why I had touched his face to wake him up. As soon as we sorted everything to its proper place, ensuring that nothing was left behind, we eagerly resumed our journey, leaving behind the chaos of the inner city. The air grew cleaner, the sounds of robots and growling aliens fading into the distance as we ventured deeper into the unknown. I found myself in a state of utter cluelessness about our destination. There were no signs or tracks to guide us, no familiar landmarks to rely on. It was as if we had entered a realm untouched by human presence, a place where nature reigned supreme and man-made constructs were mere whispers in the wind.

In this vast expanse of wilderness, it became increasingly apparent that Jungkook possessed an uncanny knowledge of the route. His every step seemed purposeful, his movements guided by an invisible compass. I couldn't help but wonder how frequently he had embarked on this expedition, traversing the path from the city to our mysterious endpoint. As we continued our trek, the landscape transformed before our eyes. Towering trees gave way to rolling hills, and the distant sound of rushing water hinted at the presence of a hidden river. The air grew crisper, carrying with it the scent of earth and foliage, a stark contrast to the artificial fragrances that permeated the city.

I broke the silence that enveloped us and inquired, "Are we venturing towards your hometown?" Jungkook gently shook his head, his gaze unwavering from the path ahead.

"I was brought up in the inner city," he responded.

I couldn't help but challenge him, "You appear to be quite acquainted with this trail."

He replied, "Indeed, I have been traversing it for several months now." However, his answer only deepened my confusion, causing my eyebrows to furrow. Why would he have been journeying along this trail for months? It hasn't been that long since the city fell into disarray after the barrier crumbled.

I couldn't help but let my curiosity get the best of me as I probed further, "But why would you travel this trail for months? When the city has fallen into disarray after the barrier crumbled?" Jungkook's expression remained stoic, his eyes still fixed on the path ahead as he began to explain.

He spoke with a tinge of remorse in his voice as he revealed, "We were aware," his words filled the air with a sense of guilt. As I gazed into his eyes, I could see the truth reflected within them. "I was training to be an elite soldier, and I was the best among my peers which gave me privelages," he began explaining "The government was aware that a celetisal rift was going to form, they just didn't know when, therefore they didn't want to make everyone else aware of it and worry for the end of the world."

"Namjoon, however, firmly believed that the cataclysm was coming soonerthan later. Thus, we took matters into our own hands and established a sanctuary, long before chaos ensued. Our instincts proved to be right."

"Why didn't you tell anyone what was coming?" I inquired, my words filled with intrigue rather than reproach. Despite my intentions, he winced as though I were reprimanding him.

"We were forbidden from alerting anyone," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and defiance. "The government, forbade us from sounding the alarm. We were mere pawns in a game we did not fully comprehend, forced to bear the weight of this knowledge alone." As his words hung in the air, a sense of injustice washed over me. How could anyone withhold such vital information, leaving countless lives in peril? Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I saw a flicker of determination, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished.

"However," he continued, his voice gaining strength, "we refused to succumb to despair. We could not stand idly by, watching as chaos unfolded. So, we devised our own contingency plan, a sanctuary hidden from the prying eyes of the government, where people could seek refuge when the calamity struck."

I inquired, curious about his actions, "Have you guided numerous individuals away from the city?" He responded affirmatively with a nod of his head.

"As soon as the rift first occurred, we immediately began evacuating residents from the heart of the city. Namjoon foresaw the inevitable collapse of the barrier and we wasted no time. When it eventually crumbled, I tirelessly relocated as many people as possible. However," he sighed, shaking his head sadly, "people tend to struggle when faced with such intense pressure," he whispered softly.

"They were scared, confused, and desperate," he continued, his voice filled with empathy. "Some resisted, clinging onto their homes and refusing to leave. Others were paralyzed by fear, unable to make a decision. It was heartbreaking to witness their struggle, but I knew that time was running out."

He described the chaos that ensued as the breach widened, allowing the menacing creatures to pour into the city. The once bustling streets became a battleground, with terrified residents desperately trying to escape the clutches of the encroaching danger. He and his friends worked tirelessly, navigating through the pandemonium, guiding people towards safety. He spoke of the countless sleepless nights, the exhaustion that settled deep into his bones. But he never wavered in his mission. He knew that every life he saved was a victory against the encroaching darkness. And yet, despite his efforts, he couldn't save everyone.

"I saw the best and worst of humanity during those dark days," he reflected. "But it was the moments of compassion, of selflessness, that kept me going. Knowing that even in the face of such intense pressure, there were those who would rise above and help their fellow citizens."As he finished his tale, a sense of gratitude washed over him. Gratitude for the opportunity to make a difference, to guide those in need. And though the city may have fallen, he knew that the spirit of resilience and compassion would endure, lighting the way for a brighter future.

Little did I know, his magnificence surpassed all my previous perceptions.

Day Three

Attempting to concentrate on his words, I made a conscious effort to listen attentively, because I had a firearm in my possession and he was instructing me on its usage. However, the sensation of his chest against my back, radiating warmth, was impossible to ignore. Our arms were intertwined, his hand gently resting on top of mine. My face flushed with an intense heat, as if my cheeks were ablaze. As he withdrew from our proximity, my breathing gradually returned to its regular rhythm, no longer erratic.

"Direct your aim towards the tree," he instructed, gesturing towards the desired target. Taking a moment to compose myself, I steadied my hand and focused my sights before finally pulling the trigger.

As the sound of the gunshot echoed through the air, a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The recoil of the firearm jolted my body, but I managed to maintain my composure. The beam whizzed through the air, hitting the tree dead center. A sense of accomplishment washed over me, mingling with the lingering warmth of his touch.

His eyes met mine, a mixture of pride and satisfaction evident in his gaze. It was a strange juxtaposition, the intensity of the moment contrasting with the tenderness that had enveloped us just moments before. I couldn't help but wonder how such conflicting emotions could coexist within me. As we stood there, side by side, the weight of the weapon in my hand suddenly felt heavier. The gravity of the situation sank in, reminding me of the responsibility that came with wielding such power.

"Why not use this for combat?" I inquired, activating the safety as he had guided. My gaze then wandered over the contraption, no larger than an ordinary glock, yet undeniably more advanced.

"I do use it," he responded, and I reminisced about our initial encounter when he wielded an axe to vanquish the beast. "Out here, that is," he amended, extending his arms to encompass the entire forest. "In the city, it would generate excessive noise, attracting more of these creatures. Hence, I must use alternative methods to eliminate them." His thumb pointing toward the axe that was hanging off his bag.

With a firm grip, I clasped the gun's slender neck and directed the handle towards him, offering it back. However, he declined, shaking his head in refusal, and instead handed me the gun holder. "Keep it," he uttered softly, his voice filled with conviction. "It will serve you better than the dagger," he added. Although I couldn't deny the truth in his words, guilt washed over me for accepting his weapon. Sensing my unease, he reassured me, "Once we return, I'll acquire another one. Don't worry," his words soothing my troubled mind.

With a swift motion, I fastened the gun holster onto my belt, securing the weapon within its confines. As we embarked on our journey, the city gradually faded from view, leaving us immersed in the deep woods. Never before had I ventured so far from the comforts of city life, and I couldn't help but anticipate an even greater distance ahead. To my surprise, Jungkook's observation held true - the number of menacing creatures and relentless robots dwindled significantly beyond the city limits. Although this respite was temporary, it provided us with a much-needed relief during our arduous expedition.

Before I could even blink, a sight unfolded that left me breathless. A alien creature, resembling the ones found in the city, but larger and more menacing, leapt from a tree branch and mercilessly sank its talons into Jungkook's shoulders, forcefully slamming him to the ground. My voice was trapped in a silent scream as I witnessed his blood spray in all directions, painting a gruesome scene. The pain he must have endured was unimaginable, yet Jungkook valiantly battled the beast, managing to free himself from its grip and swiftly rolling onto his back, just in the nick of time to seize its gaping maw and sharp teeth that aimed for his throat.

In the heat of the moment, my trembling hands reached for the weapon by my side, yet my fingers struggled with the lock, causing a delay. Finally, I managed to grasp it, swiftly disabling the safety and directing its aim towards the mysterious creature. However, a wave of hesitation washed over me as they moved with such agility, for I dreaded the thought of missing my target and inadvertently harming Jungkook.

As the creature thrashed and roared in fury, its eyes burning with a primal hunger, Jungkook's determination shone through the pain etched on his face. I watched as Jungkook summoned every ounce of strength within him, his muscles straining against the weight of the beast. The sheer force of their struggle sent shockwaves through the ground, causing the surrounding trees to tremble in fear. Jungkook's hands, slick with his own blood, clung desperately to the creature's jaws, his fingers digging into its flesh. The taste of victory was within its grasp, but the Jungkook fought back with a ferocity that matched the monstrous appearance.

I could see the pain in Jungkook's face, but he refused to yeild. With a primal roar, he twisted his body, using the creature's own momentum against it. In a swift, fluid motion, he flipped the beat onto its back, is massive form crashing against the forest floor. Gasping for breath, Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his eyes never leaving the creatures form. Because he knew the second he lets his guard down he was dead. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the grass with a macabre pattern.

My senses returned to me, and though my trembling hands betrayed me, I directed my aim towards the vulnerable underbelly of the creature, just as Jungkook had advised. Without hesitation, I squeezed the trigger, unleashing three swift shots. Each bullet tore through the air, finding its way to a distinct area of the beast's underbelly. The impact was immediate, the wounds erupting in a grotesque display of destruction. The creature's pained cries pierced the air, a bone-chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Desperation consumed the creature as it attempted to retreat, its once confident leaps now reduced to a feeble crawling attempt at escape. But I would not allow it to slip away, to continue its reign of terror. With unwavering resolve, I swiftly fired two more rounds, sealing its fate beyond any hope of survival.As the final shots echoed through the air, a heavy silence settled upon the scene. The creature's lifeless body lay before me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and awe, knowing that I had overcome the odds and emerged victorious.

Jungkook gasped for air, his chest heaving as he stood over the defeated creature as if checking to see if it were truly dead. Afterwards, his body battered and bruised, he collapsed onto his knees and then onto his side. With urgency, I concealed my gun and hurried to his side, joining him on the ground. Gently, I removed his bag and started to unbutton his shirt, careful not to cause him any more pain. His soft groans hinted at the intensity of his suffering as I unveiled the extent of the creature's damage.

I winced at the sight of the deep gashes and claw marks that marred his once flawless complexion. The creature had fought with a ferocity that matched Jungkook's own determination, leaving behind a trail of destruction in its wake. As I examined the wounds, my heart ached for him, knowing the pain he must be enduring. Before seeing his exposed body, I had a feeling that Jungkook's physical form must be impressive due to his intense training and combat experiences. However, when I finally saw it and touched his skin, even though it was covered in blood and scars, it was truly remarkable. His muscles were perfectly shaped and clearly defined, radiating an unmatched level of solidity and power that left me amazed.

With trembling hands, I reached into his bag, searching for the first aid kit or something. The urgency in my movements mirrored the urgency in my thoughts - we needed to act quickly to prevent any further complications. I carefully selected the necessary supplies, my fingers fumbling slightly as I tried to maintain my composure.Gently, I began to clean the wounds, wincing at the sight of the blood mixing with the antiseptic solution. Jungkook winced too, his face contorting in pain, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the sky above. I could see the determination in his gaze, the unwavering spirit that had brought him this far. It was that same spirit that had driven him to stand tall against the creature, even when his body screamed for him to give up.

After tending to his injured front, I assisted him in sitting upright. Positioning myself behind him, I examined the profound puncture marks left by the creature's sharp talons. In silence, I retrieved a sewing kit and readied myself to mend his wounds. With one hand pressed against his feverish flesh, I delicately closed the gap, while the other hand deftly threaded and secured the stitches. I could sense Jungkook's silent endurance, yet my heart ached at the thought of subjecting him to further agony.

As I continued to work, the forest filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional sound of Jungkook's labored breathing. I clenched my lips tightly, struggling to suppress the overwhelming emotions surging within me. As tears welled up in my eyes, I hastily brushed them away with the back of my arm, all while diligently tending to each wound. Despite the turmoil, I maintained composure and diligently completed the task at hand.

"It's alright to cry," Jungkook's voice, soft and comforting, reached my ears like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day. His words acted as a catalyst, breaking down the dam that held back my emotions. The floodgates burst open, and tears cascaded down my cheeks, each droplet a release of pent-up pain and sorrow. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I found solace in resting my head against his back, seeking comfort in his presence. The night enveloped us in its stillness, the only sound the quiet sobs that escaped my lips, each one a raw expression of the anguish I had kept hidden for so long. Suddenly, a vivid memory surged into my consciousness.

It was of a young man, lying on his back, gazing up at me with a pale complexion and clammy skin. The odds of his survival seemed bleak, and although I couldn't recall when or who he was, my heart shattered as if I had lost the love of my life. Tenderly, I cradled his head in my lap, desperately trying to provide solace during his final moments. His eyes were filled with affection, and a gentle smile adorned his lips, despite the pain he endured.

"Don't leave me," I whispered softly to him, my voice filled with longing.

I searched my mind, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of our shared history. Who was this young man who had captured my heart so completely? How had we come to this moment, where his life hung by a thread? The answers eluded me, lost in the recesses of my memory, leaving only a profound sense of loss and aching regret.

But in that moment, as I cradled his head in my lap, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the love that flowed between us, a love that transcended time and memory. It was a love that had weathered storms and overcome obstacles, a love that had grown stronger with each passing day. And now, as we faced the end together, it was a love that would endure even beyond death.

"I will find you again, over and ver," he murmured, his breath strained. Feebly, he reached out to tenderly stroke my cheek. In response, I instinctively covered his hand with mine, my eyes silently pleading the question that lingered within me - How could you be so certain?

"I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times, and I would love you in all of them- in all of this. Until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his forehead, my tears mingling with the sweat on his brow. "I love you," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "You are my everything, and I will carry you in my heart forever."His eyes, filled with affection, met mine, and for a fleeting moment, the pain and suffering seemed to fade away. In that gaze, I saw a lifetime of memories, of laughter and joy, of shared dreams and whispered secrets. It was a bittersweet reminder of all that we had shared, and all that we would never have the chance to experience.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook's tender voice broke through the walls of my thoughts, drawing me back to reality. I gently raised my head from resting on his strong back, feeling the weight of the haunting memory dissipate, slipping away like a fleeting dream. Wiping away the traces of tears that stained my face, I inhaled deeply, allowing the soothing breath to anchor me in the present moment. With a soft sigh, I mustered the strength to respond,

"Yeah."

Day Four

As we ventured further into the unknown, the weight of Jungkook's injuries became more apparent. Each step we took was cautious and deliberate, as we adjusted our pace to accommodate his healing process. It was a stark contrast to the fast-paced rate we started with, but surprisingly, I found myself embracing this change. The deceleration allowed me to fully immerse myself in the natural wonders that surrounded us. The breathtaking scenery unfolded before my eyes, painting a vivid picture of untouched beauty. The towering mountains, lush green valleys, and crystal-clear lakes seemed to come alive, captivating my senses and filling me with a sense of awe and wonder.

The bustling city we had left behind now felt like a distant memory. The noise, pollution, and constant rush were replaced by the serene tranquility of nature. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and pine trees. The only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft murmurs of our footsteps. Jungkook's presence added an extra layer of magic to this experience. Despite his injuries, he remained resilient and determined, his spirit shining through even in moments of pain. His kind heart and infectious laughter brought warmth to our journey.

But it was his charming touch of nerdiness that truly captured my heart. His eyes would light up with excitement as he pointed out constellations in the night sky, or shared fascinating facts about the flora and fauna we encountered. His passion for knowledge was contagious, and I found myself eagerly soaking up every bit of information he shared. In this slowed-down pace, I discovered a newfound appreciation for the simple joys in life, despite the state of the world.

Startled by the sudden ringing sound, I was taken aback. It had been ages since I last heard a ringtone, and I never thought I would hear one again. I turned my gaze towards the source of the sound, only to find Jungkook raising his wrist and pressing a button on his watch.

"JK?" a voice came through, leaving me astonished.

"Yes, it's me," Jungkook replied casually, as if it was a common occurrence. "We've just reached marker five of the outer quadrant. We should reach the base in three days," he added formaly. After that the call concluded. "We're halfway there," I murmured, a tinge of sadness in my voice, knowing that our precious moments together were slipping away, for Jungkook surely had pressing matters awaiting him upon our return.

"Yes," he replied, his voice mirroring my sentiment, and I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same longing in his heart as I did. In that moment, a daring idea sparked within me. I halted my steps, causing Jungkook to halt as well, his eyes filled with worry as he gazed at me intently.

I approached Jungkook, closing the distance between us until our toes were almost touching. As I gazed up at him, I could sense his heart quickening its pace and his ears blushing crimson. Encouraged by his reaction, I took a bold step forward and enveloped him in a warm embrace. Leaning my ear against his chest, I could feel his heart pounding eagerly, as if it longed to welcome me. Gradually, his arms found their way around me, holding me tightly in return.

I could feel the electricity in the air as our bodies pressed against each other, the warmth of his embrace seeping into my skin. It was as if time had frozen, and in that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in a world of our own.His scent, a mixture of musk and something sweet, intoxicated my senses, making it impossible to resist the pull towards him. I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and steady, as if he was trying to steady himself amidst the whirlwind of emotions that were coursing through him.

In that fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of a love that seemed to have existed beyond the boundaries of this lifetime. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, time and time again, in different forms and different circumstances. The memories that flooded my mind were not just fragments of a dream, but echoes of a love that had endured countless lifetimes.

I pulled away from him in shock at the visions once again and as quickly as the visions appeared, they vanished, leaving me with a sense of loss and confusion. The weight of sorrow settles in my heart. The tears that well up in my eyes are not just tears of sadness, but tears of longing for a connection that seems to transcend the boundaries of this world. In my quest for answers, I turn to him, hoping that he holds the key to unraveling this enigma. I search his eyes, seeking a reflection of the truth that lies within me. "Who are you to me?" I ask.

As I wait for his response, I am filled with a mix of anticipation and fear. Will his words confirm the deep connection I feel, or will they shatter the fragile hope that has taken root in my heart? The silence between us stretches, heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice filled with a tenderness that resonates deep within me. "I may not have all the answers," he says, his gaze unwavering. "But what I do know is that in this moment, in this lifetime, I am here with you. And that is all that matters."

His words wash over me, soothing the ache in my heart and offering a glimmer of solace. Perhaps the answers I seek are not meant to be found in the past or the future, but in the present moment.

In the midst of the tumultuous world, where chaos and uncertainty reign, and the countless responsibilities that beg for my focus, there exists a beacon of light that effortlessly captivates my every thought, my every emotion, my every desire. That beacon is none other than love, a presence in my life has transformed it into a kaleidoscope of colors and emotions. Against all odds, amidst the chaos and demands of life, my heart blossoms with an enchanting love for him. It is a love that defies logic and reason, for it knows no boundaries or limitations. It is a love that transcends time and space, reaching deep into the depths of my soul, igniting a fire that burns with an intensity unmatched by any other.

Jungkook's mere existence has the power to transport me to a world where worries and responsibilities fade into insignificance. His smile, like a radiant sunbeam, has the ability to melt away the burdens that weigh heavy on my shoulders. His laughter, like a sweet melody, fills the air with a sense of joy and serenity that is unparalleled. In his presence, I find solace and comfort, as if he is the missing piece that completes the puzzle of my life. His gentle touch sends shivers down my spine, awakening a passion within me that I never knew existed. His words, like poetry, resonate deep within my being, leaving an indelible mark on my heart. Every moment spent with him is a treasure, a precious memory etched into the fabric of my existence.

In a world filled with distractions and uncertainties, Jungkook stands as a constant reminder of what truly matters. He is the anchor that keeps me grounded, the guiding light that leads me through the darkest of times. With him by my side, I am filled with a sense of purpose and determination, knowing that together we can conquer any obstacle that comes our way.

With a firm grip on the nape of his neck, I drew him towards me, our lips colliding in a passionate embrace. Our mouths fit together seamlessly, as if they were destined to meet. Like the forces of nature that bind us, our connection was undeniable.

The intensity of our kiss sent electric currents coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. Every touch, every movement, was filled with an intoxicating blend of desire and longing. Our bodies pressed against each other, molding together as if they were made to fit perfectly. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion. The world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us locked in a moment of pure bliss. Our lips moved in sync, exploring each other with a hunger that could not be satiated.

As his hands roamed over my waist, a shiver ran down my spine, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The way he held me, with a firm yet gentle touch, made me feel safe and desired all at once. I surrendered myself completely to the intoxicating dance of our tongues, reveling in the raw and unfiltered connection we shared. With each breath we took, our kisses grew deeper, more fervent. It was as if our souls were merging, becoming one entity fueled by an insatiable need for each other. The world around us ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the intoxicating taste of his lips against mine.

My fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against me. The softness of his lips against mine contrasted with the urgency of our embrace, creating a delicious tension that only fueled our desire further. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the overwhelming certainty that we were meant to be together. As our kiss deepened, the boundaries between us blurred, and we became lost in a sea of passion and longing. The heat between us intensified, our bodies pressed tightly against each other, as if trying to merge into one. It was a dance of desire, a symphony of pleasure, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Day Five

The break of dawn had arrived, evident even before I dared to open my eyes. Reluctant to face the day, I rested my head upon Jungkook's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. Our bodies intertwined, I clung to him tightly, afraid to release my hold. His fingers playfully twirled a lock of my hair, while his other hand soothingly traced circles upon my back. Though he was awake, he showed no urgency in rousing me from my slumber.

"They say 'til death do us part," Jungkook whispered, his voice thick with sleep. "But I will love you till this life to the next. And if the next life won't grace me with you, I will still love you till the next one, and the next, and the next. Till death finally gives up on separating us."

"How?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued as I found myself asking this question more often than not lately. Jungkook's heart fluttered, caught off guard by the sound of my voice as he believed I was lost in slumber. Although I held a deep sense of truth in my heart regarding his words, I couldn't resist pondering about the origin of his unwavering certainty. Raising my head to meet his gaze, I locked eyes with him, those captivating orbs that perpetually mirrored my own reflection. "How can you be so sure?" I inquired, yearning for an understanding.

Jungkook's lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and determination. He reached out, his hand finding mine, intertwining our fingers in a comforting gesture. His touch sent a surge of warmth through my veins, reassuring me that his words were not mere empty promises.

"Because," he began, his voice soft yet resolute, "when I look into your eyes, I see a love that transcends time and space. It's as if our souls have known each other for eternity, and every moment we spend together only strengthens that connection." His words resonated deep within me, stirring emotions that I had long kept hidden. I had always felt an unexplainable bond with Jungkook, a magnetic pull that drew us together, even in the most chaotic of times. But still, doubts lingered in the recesses of my mind, questioning the validity of such an intense connection.

With a gentle squeeze of my hand, Jungkook continued, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. "I am sure because every time I hold you, every time I hear your laughter, every time I see the way your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams, I am reminded of the infinite lives we had before and the ones to come." His words washed over me, erasing any lingering doubts and replacing them with a newfound sense of hope. I could feel his love enveloping me, like a shield against the uncertainties of the world. In that moment, I knew that I could trust in his unwavering certainty, for it was rooted in a love that was as boundless as the universe itself.

As I gazed into his eyes, I saw a reflection of my own desires and fears, but also a reflection of the unwavering love and devotion that he held for me. It was a love that defied logic and reason, a love that surpassed any doubts or uncertainties. And in that moment, I realized that perhaps the origin of his unwavering certainty didn't lie in any tangible proof or evidence, but rather in the unbreakable bond that we shared.

So, with a newfound understanding, I leaned in closer, our foreheads touching as I whispered, "In your presence I am often overcome by these.... Memories that flood my mind. They are not my own, yet they resonate with such familiarity, as if they belong to us. Countless variations of these memories dance within me, each one intertwining our souls in a mesmerizing symphony of emotions." I turned to him, my heart yearning for understanding, and asked, "How can it be possible to recall a life that is not my own?"

"Perhaps, as a result of the celestial rift, there exists a rupture in the fabric of space and time," he began, his confidence wavering slightly. "What we experience in this lifetime is not limited to the boundaries of time and space. Our souls are eternal, intertwined in a tapestry that stretches far beyond the confines of our current existence. It is through this eternal bond that we are able to access memories that transcend our individual lifetimes."

As he spoke, I felt a sense of awe wash over me, as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a world of infinite possibilities. The notion that our love had roots that extended beyond the present moment explained the unfathomable connection I felt with Jungkook.

He continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "These enchanting recollections that flood your mind are echoes of our shared experiences from past lives. They are fragments of a grand tapestry that we have woven together throughout the ages. Each memory, each variation, is a testament to the depth of our connection, a reminder that our souls will always find each other." I listened intently, my heart swelling with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. The idea that our love had transcended time and space, that it had endured through the ages, was both humbling and exhilarating.

He reached out and gently tucked hair behind my ear, his touch grounding me in the present moment. "You see our souls are bound by a love that is timeless. It is a love that has weathered the storms of countless lifetimes, a love that has grown stronger with each passing moment. These memories, though not your own, resonate with familiarity because they are a part of our shared journey. They are a testament to the depth of our connection, a reminder that our love is not confined to this lifetime alone."

As his words sank in, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The questions that had plagued my mind were replaced with a profound sense of understanding. I realized that our love was not limited to the present, but rather, it spanned across the vast expanse of time.In that moment, I knew that our souls were destined to be entwined, not just in this lifetime, but in the countless lifetimes that lay ahead.

Day Six

I hadn't expected to run into a cube so far outside of the inner city, but our luck of not running into one could not last forever and this one seemed to be on a particular mission. For the longest time it didn't even acknowledge us and that's how we knew it was looking for the sancturary Jungkook and hi friends had created. Jungkook had managed to fire two shots at the cube, momentarily disabling it. The respite was short-lived, however, as the cube quickly regained its mechanical composure and started to chase after us. We knew we couldn't afford to wait, couldn't afford to let our guard down for even a second.

The adrenaline surged through my veins, heightening my senses as I desperately tried to keep up with Jungkook's swift pace. The urgency in his eyes mirrored my own fear, fueling our determination to outrun the relentless floating cube that pursued us. The forest seemed to close in around us, its trees reaching out with gnarled branches, as if trying to impede our progress. The dense foliage created a labyrinth of shadows, making it difficult for the cube's sensors to accurately track our movements. We ducked and weaved through the underbrush, our bodies brushing against leaves and twigs, leaving a trail of broken foliage in our wake.

The mechanical hum of the cube reverberated through the forest, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked behind us. Its metallic presence seemed to grow louder with each passing second, a testament to its relentless pursuit. But we refused to let fear consume us. We knew we had to lead it away from the camp, to buy more time for Jungkook's comrades to regroup and devise a plan to take it down.

With every step, our hearts pounded in our chests, the sound of our own breaths drowning out the world around us. The forest seemed to blur into a whirlwind of green and brown, the adrenaline propelling us forward. We pushed our bodies to their limits, our muscles burning with exertion, but the fear of capture pushed us beyond what we thought possible. As we ran, our minds raced with thoughts of survival. We knew that if the cube caught up to us, our fate would be sealed. Its cold, unfeeling exterior held no mercy, no compassion. It was a relentless hunter, programmed to eliminate any threat to its mission.

But we were determined not to become its victims. We were determined to fight for our lives, to protect the ones we loved. So we ran, our footsteps echoing through the forest, a symphony of desperation and defiance. We ran, knowing that our very existence depended on it.

Jungkook's sudden halt caught me off guard, causing me to collide into him and making him wince in pain. As I glanced back, I noticed the cube closing in on us. We couldn't afford to stay here, especially since Jungkook's attire was already ruined from our previous encounter. We needed to take action. Looking ahead, I spotted a massive cliff blocking our path, and it was evident that climbing down would be too time-consuming. The cube would surely catch up to us. Squinting through the trees, I spotted a lake at the bottom of the cliff. It was a reckless and perhaps foolish idea, but without hesitation, I grabbed Jungkook's hand and leaped off the cliff, pulling him along with me.

As we plummeted through the air, adrenaline surged through my veins, drowning out any fear or doubt. The wind whipped against our faces, and the sound of rushing water grew louder with each passing second. I held onto Jungkook's hand tightly, knowing that if we died at least we were together and not at the hands of the cube. As we neared the surface of the lake, I braced myself for impact, preparing for the shock of the cold water enveloping us. The moment our bodies hit the water, it felt like a thousand needles pricking at our skin. The force of the impact knocked the air out of my lungs, leaving me momentarily disoriented.

But as I fought against the water's resistance, I kicked my legs and propelled myself upwards, Jungkook swimming along with me. We emerged from the depths, gasping for air and shivering from the icy temperature. The lake stretched out before us, its calm surface reflecting the moonlight, offering a momentary respite from the chaos that pursued us. We swam towards the shore, our bodies aching from the impact and the strain of the desperate escape. Once we reached solid ground, we collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily. The adrenaline that had fueled our leap off the cliff began to fade, leaving us exhausted and vulnerable.

We needed to regroup, find a safe place to hide, and come up with a plan to outsmart whatever force was chasing us. As we caught our breath, I scanned our surroundings, searching for any signs of danger. The forest loomed around us, its shadows dancing in the moonlight. The sound of rustling leaves and distant humming filled the air, reminding us that we were not alone.

With a newfound determination, I helped Jungkook to his feet, ignoring the pain that radiated through my own body. We couldn't afford to stay in one place for long. We had to keep moving, keep fighting, and find a way to escape the clutches of whatever malevolent force was after us.Hand in hand, we ventured deeper into the unknown, our hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and hope.

After sprinting tirelessly, we finally found refuge in a narrow crevice nestled between the towering cliffs. Collapsing onto the ground, I peered inside and discovered that the space within exceeded the crack's initial impression. Discarding my burdened backpack, I pushed it through the opening before wriggling my way through on my stomach. Descending into a cavernous structure, Jungkook swiftly followed suit. Now concealed in utter darkness, we were shielded from the cube's scanner. Overwhelmed with relief, we settled against the wall, desperately attempting to regain our breaths.

As we caught our breaths, the silence of the cavern enveloped us, broken only by the sound of our heavy panting. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the scorching heat outside. The darkness seemed to press against us, making it difficult to see anything beyond the faint outline of each other's figures.As our eyes adjusted to the lack of light, we began to make out the rough texture of the cavern walls. They were jagged and uneven, as if carved by nature's own hand.With each passing moment, our heartbeats slowed, and a sense of calm washed over us. The adrenaline that had fueled our sprint began to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion and vulnerability. We knew that we were safe for now, hidden away from the outside world.

"You're amazing."

I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest as Jungkook's words lingered in the air. His unexpected praise caught me off guard, and the genuine sincerity in his voice only made it harder for me to contain my giggle. Between gasps of breath, he continued to express his admiration, his words flowing effortlessly from his lips. It was as if he couldn't hold back his thoughts any longer, and I found myself captivated by his every word. His voice strong and confident, "I truly mean that." As I listened intently, I could hear the faint sound of him rummaging through his bag. Curiosity piqued, I watched as he pulled out an object, his hands deftly manipulating it. Suddenly, the dimly lit cave was bathed in a brilliant light as he revealed a compact yet bright lantern. Its glow illuminated the surrounding darkness, casting dancing shadows on the cave walls.

Our gazes met, and in that moment, I saw something in Jungkook's eyes that took my breath away. It was an overwhelming adoration, a deep affection that seemed to consume him entirely. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions welling up within me. It was almost overwhelming, the way he looked at me, and I found myself instinctively averting my gaze. His adoration was like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep me off my feet.

"Please, look at me," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a desperate longing, as he gently lifted my chin and turned my face towards his. The dimly lit cave seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a world of our own. His eyes, filled with a mixture of adoration and desire, locked onto mine, drawing me deeper into his spell. Just as I was about to voice my discontent, his lips met mine in a passionate embrace. The touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire within me. Time stood still as our mouths moved in perfect harmony, exploring each other with a hunger that could not be quenched. The taste of his lips, a blend of sweetness and longing, intoxicated me, leaving me craving for more.

In that moment, the world around us ceased to exist, and all that remained was the overwhelming presence of his love. The weight of his touch on my skin, the warmth of his breath against my cheek, it all consumed my every sense. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of my own. It was as if our souls had intertwined, dancing to a melody only we could hear. He occupied my every thought, his image etched into the deepest corners of my mind. Every fiber of my being yearned for him, for his touch, for his love. The walls I had built around my heart crumbled under the weight of his affection, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. But I welcomed it, for it was in his arms that I found solace.

As our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel the heat between us intensify. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. It was a symphony of sensations, a symphony that only he could conduct. And as we moved together, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony, I knew that I had found my home in him.

His hands, strong yet gentle, explored every curve and contour of my body, leaving a trail of electric sparks in their wake. The warmth of his touch ignited a fire within me, a fire that burned with a fierce passion. I arched my back, surrendering myself to the pleasure that he bestowed upon me, losing myself in the depths of his love.

Assisting him, I shed my outermost garment, allowing his hands to roam freely across my newly revealed flesh. His fingertips delicately traced the contours of my thighs, gliding up to my hips, then caressing my sides and finally grazing my chest. Each touch ignited a fiery desire within me, leaving me yearning for more. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to break our passionate kiss and swiftly discard his own garment, only to eagerly reclaim my lips once again.

As the heat between us intensified, our bodies pressed closer together, our breaths mingling in the air. His hands explored every inch of my exposed skin with a hunger that matched my own. His touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving a trail of electric sensations in its wake. I could feel the anticipation building within me, aching for his touch to venture further. With a silent understanding, he allowed me to take the lead, my hand slowly making its way down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his rapid breaths. The fabric of his trousers strained against his growing desire, and I yearned to release him from its confines.

As my fingers grazed the edge of his trousers, a surge of desire coursed through both of us. His lips left mine momentarily, his eyes locking with mine, silently asking for permission. With a nod, I urged him to continue, my own desire mirrored in his eyes. In one swift motion, his trousers fell to the floor, revealing his hardened form. The sight of him, fully exposed and ready for me, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He was large and hard for me.

Jungkook pressed his lips against my neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites along my sensitive skin. His fingers danced down my stomach, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, causing soft moans to escape my lips. It had been ages since I felt such intimate touch, making me even more responsive to Jungkook's every move. I could feel his arousal, the evidence of his desire leaving small droplets of precum on my stomach.

The tension coiled in my gut, the flush of heat spreading across my cheeks, and my toes curling with anticipation. I sensed that my climax was imminent, and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Jungkook," I moaned his name, causing him to freeze, as if he was afraid of crossing a line. "I want you inside me," I whispered seductively into his ear, sending a delicious shiver down his spine. His lips found mine once more, and his hand, which had been exploring beneath my panties, shifted to the side, exposing my eager core.

He glided his throbbing member along my slick folds, gathering every drop of moisture before delicately positioning the tip at my entrance. The initial ache subsided, replaced by waves of pleasure. Jungkook gradually slid deeper into me, until he was fully engulfed. Pausing momentarily, he broke our kiss to gaze into my eyes, filled with adoration and concern. I nodded, giving him the green light to proceed. With gentle precision, he began to withdraw and thrust, eliciting a chorus of moans as his shaft grazed against my inner walls.

As Jungkook's movements became more fervent, the room seemed to spin around us, amplifying the sensations coursing through my body. Every touch, every thrust, ignited a fire within me that threatened to consume my very being. I clung onto him, my fingers digging into his back, as if he were my lifeline in this whirlwind of ecstasy.

His appearance, with sweat glistening on his forehead and his eyes filled with a primal hunger, only intensified the desire that burned within me. It was as if he had tapped into a hidden reservoir of longing, and now he was determined to unleash it upon me. His gaze held a mix of anticipation and satisfaction, as if he relished in the power he held over my unraveling.

As the intensity reached its peak, I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. Jungkook's skillful touch and unwavering rhythm pushed me closer and closer to the brink, until finally, I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure that crashed over me like a tidal wave. Tears welled up in my eyes, a testament to the overwhelming emotions that consumed me. It was a release, a catharsis that left me breathless and vulnerable.

Jungkook, too, found his own release, his essence coating the walls within me, marking me as his own. In that moment, we were intertwined, our bodies and souls merging in a dance of passion and surrender. The room was filled with the echoes of our shared pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps that reverberated through the air. As we lay there, spent and breathless, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude for the connection we had forged. Jungkook had taken me to the edge and back, unraveling me in ways I never thought possible. And in that shared experience, we had discovered a depth of intimacy that transcended the physical.

In the aftermath, we were tangled up in each others arms, our garments serving as a makeshift cover beneath us. Jungkook's gentle touch caressed my cheekbone, as if he was astounded by my existence and the ability to feel my presence. To be honest, I shared the same sentiment, for we had narrowly escaped the clutches of danger, our survival a stroke of fortune.

"I love you."

Those three words escaped his lips, shattering the tranquil silence that enveloped us. A gentle smile graced my face, and I nestled into the warmth of his embrace. His arms encircled me effortlessly, as though they were made to cradle me, as though they had always been my sanctuary.

"I love you too."

Day Seven

Jungkook's voice was filled with anticipation as he softly whispered, "We're almost there." We proceeded cautiously, making our way back to the stronghold, mindful of the faint hum emanating from the enigmatic cube. Its closeness remained a mystery, compelling us to tread carefully, uncertain of the potential danger that awaited us.

In the middle of the forest, we stumbled upon a serene glade, and my brows knitted together as Jungkook ventured towards its center and I followed behind him. With a gentle touch, he activated his watch, whispering, "We've arrived." The watch chimed thrice, affirming our location. As the chimes faded away, Jungkook slowly turned to face me, his once joyful expression now twisted with fear. His eyes, once filled with warmth and excitment, now widened with a terror that seemed to consume him. Time itself seemed to pause, as if holding its breath, as we stood there in the heart of the glade.

Jungkook sprinted towards me, his movements seemingly sluggish, as if time itself was stretching out before him. Perplexed, my brows furrowed in confusion, trying to comprehend the unfolding events. Suddenly, a searing light engulfed my surroundings, casting my shadow right in front of me and over Jungkook. Agony pierced through me, causing an agonized cry to escape my lips. Desperately, my hands frantically patted my body, as if attempting to extinguish the flames. It felt like I was burning or on fire. In an instant, my feet lifted off the ground, and I found myself suspended in mid-air. Turning my gaze, I discovered that the cube had ensnared me, and I realized that I was on the verge of meeting the same tragic fate as my mother.

The cube. Its sleek surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow, I could feel an indescribable force tugging at the very core of my being. Relentlessly, it beckoned me closer, its magnetic pull growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if invisible tendrils were wrapping around me, drawing me inexorably towards its mysterious depths. As I got closer, a strange sensation washed over me, as if a thousand tiny needles were piercing my skin, penetrating deep into my essence. The cube seemed to feed on my energy, consuming every fiber of my being with an insatiable hunger. I was powerless to resist, my will succumbing to its unnatural power.

My consciousness flickered, wavering between existence and oblivion, as the cube's influence enveloped me. Amidst the chaos of my fragmented thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the cacophony. It was Jungkook's tender voice, his words resonating within me like a soothing balm amidst the chaos. His presence, though distant, provided a glimmer of comfort amidst the overwhelming power of the cube. Yet, even his voice was drowned out by the all-encompassing hum emanating from the cube. It reverberated through every fiber of my being, a deafening symphony that threatened to shatter my sanity. The sheer intensity of the sound was almost agonizing, pushing me to the brink of my endurance.

Deep within, a sense of foreboding settled, as if the culmination of this journey was drawing near. The end, inevitable and looming, seemed to hang in the air like a heavy fog. I could sense that the cube would be the last thing I'd see. The cube was only an arms length away, causing the world around me faded into obscurity. Time seemed to stand still, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. The enigmatic cube, now mere inches away, pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

Before the deafening explosion reached my ears, my eyes beheld the fiery brilliance colliding with the cube. In an instant, a blinding white engulfed my vision, leaving me disoriented, while the resounding echoes reverberated through my being. The explosion had sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The force of the blast had propelled me through the air, hurtling me towards the ground below.

As I plummeted towards the ground, my mind raced to comprehend the magnitude of the cataclysmic event that had just unfolded before me. As the blinding white light slowly dissipated, my disoriented senses began to regain their footing. The deafening echoes of the explosion continued to reverberate through my being, each wave of sound crashing against my eardrums like a relentless storm. The sheer force of the blast had left me momentarily stunned, struggling to regain my bearings.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, a strange sensation of weightlessness embraced me. It was as if the very laws of gravity had been momentarily suspended, allowing my body to float through the air with an ethereal grace. The world around me seemed to slow down, each passing moment stretching into an eternity as I descended further into the unknown. As I floated through the air, my mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. Fear and awe mingled within me, creating a potent cocktail of adrenaline and wonder.

As I continued my descent, the chaos of the explosion slowly faded into the background. The deafening echoes were replaced by a serene silence, broken only by the gentle rustling of the wind against my body. The world around me seemed to regain its normalcy, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that something had fundamentally changed. As the ground rushed up to meet me, I braced myself for impact, steeling my body for the bone-shattering collision that awaited.

As I soared through the air, I found myself in the embrace of powerful arms. But just as quickly as the euphoria had enveloped me, it was shattered by the harsh reality of gravity's pull. With a force that seemed to defy all reason, I crashed down to the ground, the impact jarring every bone in my body. The arms that had once held me so tightly were now sprawled beside me, their owner equally disoriented and dazed.

The pain that radiated through my body was overwhelming, a searing reminder of my mortality. A wave of weakness washed over me, threatening to consume my very being, as if the crash had drained me of all strength and willpower. Though I had managed to escape the clutches of the cube, the malevolent force that had brought me to this state, I couldn't shake the fear that it had brought me to the brink of my life.

As darkness encroached upon my vision, my surroundings becoming a blur, I fought against it with every ounce of strength I had left. I refused to succumb to the void, for I yearned to gaze upon Jungkook, the one who had been my guiding light throughout this harrowing journey. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to be the final image etched in my fading sight, a symbol of hope and love amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

As his face came into view, my heartstrings were instantly pulled because his face shown an overwhelming sadness and worry, evident by the tears that streamed down his face. Cradled in his arms, I watched as he spoke to someone, though the words eluded my ears. Amidst the confusion, Jungkook remained a beacon of clarity. His presence alone brought a sense of calmness to the chaotic scene.I gently reached out to caress his cheek, my fingertips grazing his soft skin. The warmth of his face against my touch sent a wave of comfort through me.

His eyes, those enchanting, deep brown eyes, which I had grown to adore, met mine, and I couldn't help but smile. In that moment, it felt as if time stood still, and it was just the two of us, connected by an unspoken understanding. I could see the weight of the world on his shoulders, the burden he carried silently. It broke my heart to see him like this, to witness the pain etched on his face. I wanted to take away his sadness, to hold him close and assure him that everything would be alright but I knew that would be a lie.

Instead of simply confessing my love to him, for he was already aware of my feelings. I made the decision to express something different. As I spoke the words, "I would chose you," I couldn't be certain if they were audibly escaping my mouth. However, the intense gaze from Jungkook encouraged me to continue. "In countless lifetimes, across infinite realms, in every conceivable existence, I would find you out and without hesitation, I would choose you."

"Until we meet again."

Jungkook's tender touch brought his lips to meet my forehead, a gesture filled with tenderness and affection. In that moment, it felt as if all the missing pieces of my heart were finally complete. As I released my grip on reality, my consciousness drifted in and out, until eventually, everything faded away into nothingness.

~Bonus~

"Remember, don't over-exert yourself, we have healed your injuries but we still don't know all the after effects." I find myself standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment. The physician's words hang in the air, heavy with a sense of caution and uncertainty. I glance down at my bandaged wounds, evidence of the care and expertise that has been bestowed upon me. Yet, as I take in the scene before me, a sense of unease settles deep within my bones.

The memories that should be etched in my mind, the moments that led me to this hospital bed, are nothing more than fragments, scattered and disjointed. Like shards of a broken mirror, they reflect only glimpses of the truth, leaving me to piece together a puzzle that seems impossible to solve. Yet, the pain of losing my parents, the very foundation of my existence, is a wound that still bleeds within my heart.

In the midst of the bustling underground city, where life moves at a relentless pace, I found myself adrift, lost in a sea of faces that blurred into one another. The weight of grief and confusion pressed upon me, threatening to consume my fragile state of mind. And then, like a whirlwind, the memories came crashing down upon me, a torrent of emotions and images that left me gasping for air. But these memories, these fragments of my past, refuse to align themselves into a coherent narrative. They dance within my mind, swirling and twirling, obscuring any semblance of order or understanding. Faces and places blend together, their significance lost in the chaos of my fractured recollections. I am left with a jumble of moments, disconnected and disorienting.

I nod gently, acknowledging the physician's warning, but also acknowledging the weight of the unknown that now rests upon my shoulders. The road to recovery, it seems, is not just about healing physical wounds, but about piecing together the shattered fragments of my past. And so, with a mixture of trepidation and determination, I embark on a journey to uncover the truth, to mend not just my body, but also my fractured memories.

I felt like there was still something missing to my dissarryed memories. It wasn't a memory itself, but it was something. As the doctor said goodbye, I left the hospital and entered the busy streets. The cityscape seemed familiar, but it was far different than the one I called home. This city was completely underground. The blue sky above us was just a façade, a mere illusion. This underground sacturary acted as a refuge for humanity, protecting us from the mysterious void in the sky and the dangerous creatures it released.

The moment arrived when I ventured beyond the confines of the hospital's embrace. Though I had glimpsed the world beyond through videos and books, the underground city remained an unexplored realm for me. My arrival in the city had been marked by grave injuries, and if memory serves me right, I had teetered on the precipice of death. Yet now, at long last, my health had improved to the point where I could roam freely beyond the hospital walls.

As I ventured further into the heart of the city, I marveled at the towering skyscrapers that seemed to work as not only buildings but holding the ground up above us. The architecture was a testament to human ingenuity, with sleek lines and innovative designs that defied gravity. The city seemed to pulse with life, each street corner revealing a new surprise, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered.

As I was looking around the city, a sudden and loud whistle interrupted me, immediately grabbing my attention. Standing before me were a group of people dressed in uniforms resembling those of the military. They saluted their leader and then turned towards the crowd, who showered them with admiration for their efforts in protecting the city. These courageous individuals fearlessly fought against dangerous creatures to maintain the city's secrecy. Filled with curiosity, I couldn't resist the temptation to approach them, and in that instant, everything seemed to freeze.

Him.

That's what was missing.

In that fleeting moment, as if the universe conspired to grant me a second chance, my fragmented memories seamlessly merged together, forming a vivid tapestry of the past. The chaos that once clouded my mind dissipated, replaced by a surge of fresh recollections that flooded my senses. And there he was, the last image etched into my consciousness before I had resigned myself to eternal darkness.

It was him, Jungkook, standing amidst the bustling crowd, a beacon of familiarity in a sea of strangers. Driven by an irresistible force, I navigated through the crowds of people, my determination unwavering, until I found myself standing directly in front of him.From this vantage point, I could observe him more closely, his features etched with a complexity that mirrored the enigma of my own emotions. As our gazes locked, a flicker of astonishment danced across his face, momentarily betraying the composed facade he often wore. But it was the enigmatic sentiment that followed, elusive and mysterious, that left me yearning for answers.

"Jungkook," I gasped, his name escaping my lips like a fervent prayer. With a surge of emotion, I propelled myself towards him, my heart racing. I embraced him fiercely, my arms encircling his neck, unwilling to let go for fear of losing him. His body stiffened, his arms hanging limply by his sides, as if he couldn't fathom the reality of our reunion. "I'm here," I murmured softly, my voice barely audible, as a solitary tear traced its path down my cheek.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we held each other, the world fading away into a blur of insignificance. The weight of our separation, the longing and yearning that had consumed us both, melted away in the warmth of our embrace. It was as if all the pain and heartache we had endured had led us to this very moment, where we found solace in each other's arms. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that echoed the depth of our connection. His presence, his touch, was a balm to my soul, soothing the wounds that had been inflicted by our time apart. We had weathered storms, faced countless obstacles, but now, in this embrace, it felt as though we had finally found our home.

As we held on to each other, I could sense the flood of emotions coursing through him. His body trembled with a mixture of relief, disbelief, and overwhelming joy. It was as if he couldn't quite comprehend that I was truly here, that we were together again. But I was determined to reassure him, to let him know that this was real, that we had overcome the odds to be in each other's arms once more. His grip tightened around me, as if he was afraid that I would slip away, that this reunion was too good to be true.

"I missed you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that he only used for me. The words were simple, but they held the weight of all the moments he had spent without me, all the nights spent longing for me.

"I'm sorry it took so long, but I found my way back to you."

"I was willing to wait for you in the next life."

"I wanted to be with you in this one too."

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