❝YOU'VE GOT TALENT❞
-@keikaminari - date: 01/17/2022
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in which a troubled girl is caring for her sick brother, who loves with some random K-Pop boy group. will his obsession with these idols forever change th...
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ITS BURNING...It's all burning. The house. It's burning...Why am I just watching from outside?...Everyone is the watching my house burn too...Why is it that when I look around, all I see is the entire neighborhood watching my house go up in flames?
"Y/N!!!!!!!!!!"
...That's Geun's scream. Is he inside?
I'm trying to run, but my legs feel so heavy. Oh? Now I can't feel my legs. But I'm running.
He's downstairs somewhere. Where?
Who is that? Whose leaving out the back? It's...Mom. Dad.
"Mom! Dad!"
Why did they ignore me? I'm crying for help. So is Geun. Why are they leaving us in the fire? It's burning. Everything. It's all in flames.
It's...
"Heeseung." My vision suddenly fades into Heeseung. I'm looking up at him and he's looking down at me with a worried look. Why does he look so panicked? I guess my voice sounds more like myself, because he gently holds my face and smiles with relief.
"Y/n? Are you alright?"
"...I—" I cut myself off after feeling a sharp jab in my brain. "OW!" I shout, sitting up and grabbing my head.
"Jake! She's awake! Grab some painkillers!"
"...Jake?" I whisper, unaware that he was also here. It then hits me that we're in my dorm. "...What...happened?"
"You accidentally drank some soju you found in our fridge." Heeseung explains, pushing my hair back and wiping sweat clean off my face.
I start to feel embarrassed that I have to have him clean me up, but my arms feel too heavy for me to move. So I let him continue.
"Are you still hot?"
"Hot?...No, I feel fine. Why, did I say I was hot?"
"You said you were burning."
"...I'm not—" I stop myself. I must've been talking while thinking about the incident...
"You said everything was burning."
I gulp.
"Y/n...What was burning??"
"...I...I need to use the restroom..." I try to stand, pulling myself up and straightening my back, but my knees give out, and I instantly collide with the ground.
"Y/n!—"
As soon as my palms touch the ground, I feel a scorching sensation shoot through my hands, as if I landed on hot coals. That's when I look up,
and I'm surrounded by flames again.
Not again. I'm still dreaming. No, I'm having a nightmare—
