Memories flashed through my mind. I wiped the fresh tears from my face and quickly got up from the floor. I felt like I spend two three days with my parents. Even if that was a dream, I missed them. Spending time with them reopened a wound that I never knew I had. It also reminded me of those beautiful days I had. The thought of them not being with me and the repeated scene of their accident was breaking my heart.

I stood their for a while reminiscing the moments I lived, wishing it never ended. The voice that brought me back, I knew it. It was a voice I never wanted to forget.

The thought brought back the events, the basement, the boys and Jungkook.

Jungkook. It was him. The one I saw in the park and the owner of the voice. Jungkook. I ran upstairs. I need to find him. I wasn't sure if he was home. I didn't know what time or day it was.

I flung open the door to his bedroom. I don't care if anyone heard it. I...I just want to know if he was safe. My heart was beating so fast, seeing him in that dream made me think he was in danger. Or why else would he be there.

He hastily got off from the bed hearing the bang. His eyes reflected the shock same as mine. I sprinted towards him, my tears slipped from my eyes, as relief spread through me. He was safe, that's all I wanted.

I flung my hands across his neck. The tears flowed down my face wetting his shirt. He snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer. I heard him sniffle. I felt wetness on my neck as he buried his face on my shoulder.

I pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Are you?" I nodded in return.

"Where were you? I looked everywhere for you. I thought you left me." He continued in his quivering voice.

"No, I didn't leave. I was here."

"But I checked everywhere. Even the basement."

"I really don't know what happened. Now that I think about it, I slept in the couch that night. But I woke up in the basement just like the first day I came here."

"Can you recall what happened?" He looked at me with expectant eyes.

"Do you remember when I told you that I go to a dark place when I sleep." He nodded. "Well this time, at first it was like that. But then something happened and I found my parents."

I told him everything that happened there. When I was there I was completely oblivious of the reality. For me that was the reality. I forgot about everything, this house, Jungkook, all those happened here. Therefore, I didn't realise I was trapped in an imaginary world. The only reason I got pulled back to the truth was his voice.

I stopped talking. We sat there in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. He looked so weak and his eyes had bags.

"What happened to you? Are you really okay? I broke the silence concern lacing my voice.

"Yeah, I'm really fine. Is someone concerned for me?" He looked at me with a small smile tugging at his lips.

"N..no... Why should I?" Shit, I stuttered. "Where are the others?" I haven't seen them. It's strange they didn't come at once hearing all these noises.

"Ohh they went to work. I didn't go today." Before I could ask him the reason, his phone buzzed. He answered the call. Hearing his tone I understood it must be them. He stepped out of the room to the balcony and leaned on the rails and started talking about some files. Ugh boring, so I laid back on the bed waiting for it to get over.

He was talking non stop, I got so bored that I thought I will accompany him in the balcony. He was so lost in the conversation. It's sad that he had to work without fail when it's clear from his face that he's exhausted.

I looked at him immediately when I heard a crack and the next thing I saw was his hands shaking, his phone shattered on the floor which fell from his hands. His sudden reflex to catch it caused him to lose his balance and stumbke backwards. He fell back and tossed off from the rail. Before I could even think properly, I was there holding onto him as he was swaying back and forth from the rail. I dugged my nails on his arms to pull him back. Somehow I managed to bring him up.

We both were catching for breath as we laid on the floor on our backs. My heart was pounding and he didn't have the energy to speak.

Seeing Jungkook's weary face wasn't helping me at all. So I got up from the floor and head downstairs. He looked at me confused, I didn't say anything.

I found some food leftover in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water along with it. I really needed to get some food in his system.

I showed up upstairs and made him sit up and forced him to eat it all. He tried avoiding but I didn't budge. Finally he gave up.

"Were you starving yourself, boy?"

"Noooo, I wasn't hungry that's all." He tried to justify.

"Yeahh, save the lies, Kook." I scoffed.

"I told them about you." He pouted with a guilty face.

"You did what?" My eyes were about to fall of the socket.

"Yaah, you didn't come back for two weeks and three days. What was I supposed to do? And also they were suspicious that something was going on with me."

"What I was gone for two weeks?" I was surprised. " And you counted?" I was extremely surprised.

"Maybe.." He said scratching the back of his head with an 'oops that wasn't intended to come out' face.

"Did they believe?"

"I think so. I told them everything. They were shocked obviously. But they didn't say they don't believe me either."

We turned our heads when we heard the car honk. Ohh noo they are here.

"I need to fill them in now that you are back. You ready?" He asked me.

"Well they are not going to see me anyways. So everything's on you, bud." I left the room only after ruffling his hair to a mess, to which I got a chuckle in return.

My mind was spiralling around so many thoughts. What their reaction would be, will they believe, will they accept or even worse what if they think I'm a ghost and bring an exorcist.

I groaned, I should really stop talking to myself, this is giving me a headache.