Break Into My World

10: Bad Dream or Something More

"Why can't you get that in that head of yours, huh?" Ravn's voice echoed around, a finger shoving harshly against Hwanwoong's forehead.

The shorter looked around, becoming confused by his surroundings. It looked like his bedroom, but at the same time this place seemed very unfamiliar. Something seemed off and Hwanwoong couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"Understand what?" Hwanwoong sounded as confused as he looked, looking up at Ravn with watery eyes.

Ravn scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned forwards ever so slightly as he spoke. "I don't like you Hwanwoong."

The pink-head was even more confused now, his heart dropping to his stomach. He shook his head a few times, keeping eye contact. What is he talking about?

"B-but that doesn't make sense." Hwanwoong muttered, his voice wavering, breath coming out irregularly. "Everything you do, I thought it was because—"

"I just like messing with you." Ravn's voice was deeper now, his gaze narrowing. "There's nothing more to it than that. Your the one seeing into things that aren't there."

The room went cold, Hwanwoong felt his lips quivering. This is the most confused he's been in a long time. Nothing looked right, or even sounded right. Hwanwoong began to question if what was happening was real or not.

"We can't be together Hwanwoong. I thought you would've understood that." Ravn's voice bounced around, the words becoming bullets to Hwanwoong's heart.

It was then when Hwanwoong realized something he should've noticed before. Something so painfully obvious that somehow went unnoticed at first. Ravn stood before him. Literally. Without any mirror, no reflection, the boy was in front of him. They were inches from one another, no barrier in between them to keep them apart.

This is a dream then.

"Are you sure?" Ravn looked down at the shorter, getting into his personal space. Hwanwoong realized he must have said those words aloud. Unless if he didn't.

"Y-es." Hwanwoong had to pause, his entire body now shaking from fear. Confusion flooded his brain, as well as every single vein in his body. Too much to process all at once.

Ravn hummed, shaking his head with that cocky smirk on his lips.

"You don't sound too confident in yourself Hwanwoong." Ravn spoke lowly, leaning down to get on the shorters level once again. He leaned in so he spoke directly into Hwanwoong's ear. "Maybe you should try harder to distinguish what's real from what's fake before you decide to get your feelings involved." The taller paused, standing at his full height once again. Dark shadows casted across his face. "Because let's be honest here, we both know you'd end up hurt no matter the outcome. You already allowed yourself to get too involved to not get hurt by me."

Hwanwoong woke up in a cold sweat. He gasped, looking around his room with wide eyes. He felt his body shake, and couldn't tell if he wanted to stay under the covers or not. He felt nauseous too and didn't know if he was going to get sick. In the end after some heavy breathing, the nausea did subside a bit, but he still sat in a cold sweat.

"Hwanwoong?" Ravn's voice called out, it was caring, nothing like how it was in that dream.

His eyes found the mirror, seeing the boy sitting besides his reflection. Hwanwoong looked to his side, confirming that nothing was beside him. His mind was too confused, playing one too many tricks on him. Can I really not tell what's real and fake? Why is my mind doing this to me?

"Hwanwoong, what's wrong?" Ravn said again in the same manner.

That tingly sensation incased Hwanwoong's shoulders, which he realized was Ravn hugging his upper body. Hwanwoong tried to calm himself, get himself in the right state of mind, but it wasn't working. He couldn't stop the fear flowing through his veins, the images that played in his mind as he looked at the boy in the mirror.