In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

27: Bugs

(A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter, as it tackles lack of consent. Forcing your desires unto others is never cool, okay?)

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood today," I tell Dahyun, putting back my jade silk robe.

She rolls over to the side, exposing her bare back to me. Normally, the sight of her smooth, fair back would pull me in for rounds, but...I just can't place why I'm disinterested right now.

"I know I'm not good," she mutters like a whimpering dog, still not facing me. See? The Dahyun I knew wasn't like this—she'd treat this as a challenge and pin me by the wrists already. This creation of mine basically lies down and just does what I tell her.

"Can you...be more...aggressive?"

Dahyun turns to me, lunges, and pushes me down to the bed. She hastily undos my clothes, haphazardly planting her lips wherever like a feral animal. No. Not like this. She mounts on top and grinds her pussy against my bush. As if it's not enough, she clasps both hands around my neck. "Like this? Huh? You like this?" Her eyes widen as her teeth grit.

I know this is a dream, but the sensation of losing my breath presents itself. "No, yeobo, that's too much. Stop..." I instruct. Dahyun still goes at it. Mustering my will, I shriek as I push her off the bed. "I said stop it!" She glares, huffing, as if a malevolent spirit took over her. "You're crazy! What the hell was that?!"

She scoffs. "Crazy? You made me this way! Leaving me alone with a dog, visiting me just when it's convenient for you..."

What the fuck? Where's all this hostility coming from? I try to revert her back into the meek, passive iteration of herself, but it doesn't seem to work, as she still looks like someone with murderous intent.

"You're the one who's crazy," she adds.

Hearing her say those words...it's as if her hold on my neck is still there. "What is your problem? Who's making you say these things?!"

Dahyun stares at me. First, a giggle. A chuckle. Then she howls with laughter. "Who? Let's not forget whose mind we're in," she says, shaking her head. "That's right—it's all in your head. Deep inside, you know you're losing it."

This isn't a dream—this is a nightmare. "I'm warning you. Stop."

She crosses her arms and smirks—a twisted, disgusting version of what my love used to do. "Or what? How can I stop when it's what you're thinking?"

The emerald broadsword forms on its own. She immediately catches it and rolls her eyes. "Oh wow, are you going to kill me now? Like how you killed her?" Her laughter reverberates around the room, like a grotesque echo chamber.

"I...I didn't kill her..." My grip on the sword tightens.

"Oh, come on...why lie to yourself? You already knew that hyper dreaming would accelerate the degeneration of her brain," Dahyun says, circling around me. "On top of that, the wedding you gave her most likely put an immense pressure on her heart—you literally took her breath away!"

No, it's not true. I could never do something like that to her. Tears, either from rage or the memory of Dahyun in her wedding dress, trickle as my breathing intensifies. "I...I just gave her what she wanted."

The construct finally stands in front of me and knocks on my head. "Oh, so you think I wanted to die already? Face it--you killed m--"

"You're not her, so shut the fuck up!" I swing the sword in a perfect arc, slicing this faulty imitation in half. As her body drops, she cackles...until nothing is left.

It's not her—my Dahyun would never say such things. I didn't kill her. Why would I? I just gave her what she wanted. She was about to die, and I wanted her to have only the best memories with me.

I'm right, aren't I, yeobo? I love you so much...why would I hurt you? Do you think I killed you? Please...please don't—I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

My God...am I really losing it?