Bury a friend

BURY A FRIEND: M-1

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      SLEEP was always his favourite part of the day. He loved how tired he got the whole day and then when he threw himself on his comfortable bed, the sleep felt like a reward for his hardships. He loved the feeling of waking up fresh.

He opened his eyes when he felt cold. He thought that he should close the open window.

But he couldn't move, too tired to even breathe. He felt empty.

He looked around and saw nothing but darkness. Everything was very dark, except for his clothes which were all white. Where was he?

"Nice to meet you Minho" a voice caught Minho's attention and he looked around to find the owner.

"Wh-where am I?" Was he dead? Or was he kidnapped? Was this even reality?

"In your dream" the male voice spoke.

That's when Minho realised that this indeed was his dream. His own imagination.

Out of nowhere Minho saw a boy sitting in front of him. He had chubby full cheeks and his lips were heart shaped with a pretty pink tint. Minho would've found this boy extremely pretty if he didn't noticed his eyes. His emotionless eyes which were just as black as the room or place he was in.

"What are you?" Minho asked.

"Your imagination"

Minho scoffed "knew it, only my imagination could form this pretty yet strange people- or I should say thing"

Jisung was surprised by the confident in the boy's voice. It angered him.

"This will hurt you for real though." Just when the boy said those words, two arms that came out of nowhere wrapped around Minho's waist, and started pulling him in.

It hurt, it hurt a lot. Minho screamed on top of his lungs. "Wake up" he told himself.

"Bury a friend. Try to wake up" jisung finally smirked. He was satisfied seeing the pain Minho was going through.

"Fuck! What the heck does that means! End this right now" Minho screamed.

"Just choose a friend. Pass me to that friend and I'll leave you. Forever" jisung said standing up from his place.

"Ah- I'll die today!" Minho yelled as the pain around his waist increased.

"No" jisung smiled as he caressed Minho's cheek "you won't"

Beep beep

Beep beep

He opened his eyes and sat up. He had tears on his cheeks while his hair were messed up.

He got out from the blanket to go use the bathroom, but due to being shirtless he noticed the hand prints.

"This will hurt you for real though."

The boy's voice echoed in Minho's head. What was that dream? Was it even a dream?

"I'll have to find out"

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First 4 chapters posted !!
I hope you enjoy reading this 😘