𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟷𝟽 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ☽

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After I finished cleaning the dishes, I went straight to bed without saying goodnight to him, but I was used to that already.

Ryosuke didn't return home, so I had a feeling he was still working at the office or at least was going to crash there for the night. Namjoon didn't come back downstairs or anything either. It was only me, and for some reason, it felt so much more lonely in this place than in my apartment.

Walking upstairs, I step into the guest bedroom and quietly shut the door behind me.

I make sure to shut the laptop and place it on the nightstand before climbing into the cozy bed for the night.

As much as I want to think through everything again, I don't have the energy when it's been drained from me all day. It seems like I can't remember a time when I was ever this tired.

However, I don't dwell on it. I lay down and let my head rest against the comfortable pillows beneath me, and then, I fall into darkness.

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Wincing, I feel the faintness of something cool against my forehead. Carefully, I bat my eyelids open, letting the softest rays of the sun meet my eyes through the crack of the door.

It's only when I see someone next to me that I sit up in confusion. I groan and grab my head because I sat up way too fast, which makes the person next to me gently grab my shoulders and ease me back down on what feels like a futon.

"You should be more careful, Yuko," the same man from my dreams says quietly, and if I'm remembering correctly, his name is Jin.

He turns away with the white rag and places it in a bucket of water. He squeezes out the excess water with a concentrated expression.

"Jin?" He turns around instantly.

"You remember me?" He smiles, and I gently nod. I remember his name at least, but I'm still not sure what's going on here.

I know it's another dream because of my project, but this seems all too real to be a dream, even if it is.

"Your father said you should rest for the day. Your fiancé arrived earlier and is in his room while you recover. I'm sure you don't feel like introducing yourself today, so your father postponed the meeting for tomorrow instead. You should rest for today, Yuko. You gave us all quite the scare." Jin explains with a soft and gentle expression.

He tenderly dabs the rag around my face to help cool me off, and I can't help to think how kind he is. I've never once seen him before I started having these dreams, but I can tell he's a good person.

"Thank you, Jin," I can't stop my phrase, and I don't want to. He's been so kind, and honestly, I'm glad he was here when I came back to this dream, otherwise I don't know what I would have done.

"I'm going to rest some more since my head is still pounding. You can go while I sleep." I smile with a weak expression. My head feels awful. It almost feels like I have a hangover.

He nods while standing up. "I'll be outside if you should need me. Just call, and I'll be here," he bows politely before leaving the room and walking out of the slide-open door.