Hate me. (Minsung)

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fear settled deeply in jisung's dream.

he was afraid and alone and the only thing he could make out in the corner was the same messed up figure that was in his last nightmare.

it stared at him as he tried to find a way out of his old house, feeling fear prickle at the back of his neck and the panic settle deeply inside him as he hopelessly tried to pry locked doors open.

he couldn't breathe.

the house was cold and tinted with an off color again, his eyes going blurry as he tried not to turn around and look at the figure that was just watching him cry and struggle.

the lights in the house all blared red, and soon that was all he could see and feel. he heard movement and that's when he realized the figure was moving and walking towards him.

he turned around and froze as he watched the black figure slightly melt forward, it's face indistinguishable as if made out of some type of dough with its weak and faint structure.

it trudged over, extending out a melting hand from where it stood with determination to touch jisung, as incoherent groans came out of it as if it were trying to speak.

an inhuman sound of fear ripped from jisung's throat as he turned back around to the door he was trying to pry open- his fingers continuously digging and scratching against the wood to the point where he started to bleed.

wood chips had slid their way beneath his nail beds, cutting the pads of his fingers open. the brute force and desperation so strong that despite making his fingers raw, he continued to bang and scratch at the door for a way out.

he heard the thing closer to him. he could feel the ghost of its touch.

jisung felt despair bubble up his throat as he called out for someone. for anyone.

he called for minho.

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having bodily reactions to a dream that force yourself awake was not supposed to be normal.

and it certainly wasn't a good feeling.

jisung sat up, panicking while his heart was racing with nothing but pure fear and adrenaline he experienced when the thing tried to grab him in the dream.

he gasped for air, his lungs filling up and burning as if they haven't been granted a breath for hours. his body shook as he put a hand over his heart, trembling and sweating.

he brought his other hand up to his face and felt wetness, his eyes blurred and taken over by tears as he hiccuped.

it felt so real despite knowing that he was in a dream. the cold felt real, the fear felt so real that it shook his legs in the nightmare and made his core sink. the way the skin on his fingers tore and how his blood smeared against the wood.

it was terrible.

his hand blindly felt around, trying to feel the blankets under his palm to ground himself and bring his mind back to reality- out of the dark place.

in the process he touched something next to him- too discombobulated to even realize what it was.

his mind was too clogged to process the movement that came after that, feeling the bed dip but not being able to look over.

minho had woken up out of sleep from the touch, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes so he could see what was going on. the moment he processed the sounds of panicked breathing, he instantly looked over.

"jisung?" he questioned sitting up, and that's when the younger sobbed, a sound that was attempted to be choked down but wasn't able to be.

jisung's hand blindly found minho's arm as he squeezed it, resting his forehead on minho's shoulder as he cried. "..minho.." he got out, and in an instant he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.