Jungkook pulls out his tablet to go through his assignments as he sits up in his bed. He surfs through various sources and notes down important details required. His notifications pop as he continues to write.

Jack: Hey, have you finished the assignment, Jungkook?

James: Bro, the exams are nearing. Can I borrow your notes?

Jones: Dude, I heard you have read these topics, could you please come and teach me?

Jogi: Hey Jungkook, I was wondering if you have taken the case details for tomorrow because I won't be coming and you might have to present. Sorry bro!

Sweat bubbled over Jungkook's forehead as multiple people were texting one after the other and the tension kept rising above his lungs. He gulped and pushed his tablet away preparing himself to get off the bed to get some water for himself.

What Jungkook didn't expect was the mushy feeling beneath his legs.

His furrowed his brows as he looked down to see his feet getting pulling into the floor. He tried to lift them with full effort and they sunk
further deep. He lost his balance falling over his knees, his hands got stuck too. They were being pulled down.

He could feel it.

He could legit feel the floor turning into a quick sand and pulling him deep inside.

He tried to voice out but failed miserably.

Look around to find no one in the room.

The more he struggled, the more faster he was sinking.

The more he tried to breathe, the more airless he felt.

The last bit of air was sucked out of his lungs through his parted lips as the sand began to cover him completely, he terrified eyes fixed at the ceiling.

Help!

Somebody please!

Tring! Tring!

The phone buzzed in the distanced and Jungkook gasped heavily sitting up straight.

He was in the bed, with the phone in his hands and floor seemed absolutely normal with no signs of sand around him.

What the hell just happened?

Was he dreaming?

How could it be so vivid?

He could-

Tring! Tring!

Jungkook immediately picked the call, "Hello?"

"My ass hit the pole in the middle of a busy street embarrassing the shit Outta myself. And now I have butt dialed an unknown number so could you like please talk to me for a few minutes?" The caller spoke.

"Are you...drunk?" Jungkook asked unsure of why he was even having this conversation.

"Uh...yeah? Why do you care? Can't you just have a friendly talk with me? I am Jimin by the way. What's your name?"

"I...don't give out my info to strangers," Jungkook denied and cut the call.

For some strange reason, Jungkook felt at ease. The phone call probably saved him in a way.

Jimin saved him that night.

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Tring! Tring!

"Hello?" Jimin groaned as he picked the phone. His head still hurting from yesterday's hangover.

"You are Jimin. Aren't you?" The caller asked.

Jimin squinted open his eyes and looked at the unknown number and then continued to speak, "Yes and may I know how do you know my name? Are you some kind of a stalker?"

"Well, if knowing your name makes me a stalker, then what does knowing your most embarrassing thing you did, make me?" The caller asked.

"What the fu-! Also, why am I even having this conversation with you anyway?" Jimin was pissed by the caller.

"You ran into a pole in the middle of a crowd. I know that," the caller said.

Jimin gasped evidently and looked at his phone trying to recall anything that comes to mind when he sees the unknown number but nothing.

He was blank.

What the hell is happening?

This is creepy af!

"Look! I don't know how you a got hold of that information but I tell you not to mess with me because I am the son of a-"

"Police officer? Well, that's pretty guessable you know. And don't worry I am not a creep." The caller chuckled and Jimin slapped his own mouth with the hand.

Did he just read his mind?

If you aren't a creep then what are you, huh? Why are you torturing me early in the morning?" Jimin asked anxiously sitting up in his bed biting his nail.

"It's Jungkook."

"Huh?" Jimin asked in a confusion.

"My name is Jungkook. You asked me my name yesterday when you drunk-called me and told me your name was Jimin and that you ran into a pole."

"So? Doesn't give you the right to prank me early in the morning-"

""I just wanted to thank you for calling me yesterday. Well, I can't exactly explain the details but you kind of saved me yesterday and after a lot of thinking I called you today. It wasn't just for the prank." The caller explained.

"Oh...uh so...you are welcome?" Jimin spoke and blinked a few times as he didn't know what to respond anymore.

"I didn't tell you my name yesterday because you were super drunk to remember it. I told it you today because I want you to remember me. That your simple call saved someone's life. Have a nice day." The caller smiled and cut the call.

"Excuse me? Hello? Hello-" before Jimin could ask further, the call got disconnected.

Weird guy! Jimin reminded himself but somewhere in his heart a butterfly flickered its wings whenever Jungkook's name ringed in his ears.

The End

A/n:- What's your theory about this one?