Dreaming A Dream | An ONF Fanfiction

True Ending.

I felt a shock pass through my whole body as I inserted the vial into the mechanism.
Slowly but surely, I felt I was getting weaker and weaker. I felt as if the very essence of life was being sucked out of me by the machine.
I quickly blacked out.

While passed out, my whole life flashed before my eyes, focusing on those last few erratic days. Memories of reality started mixing with hopes and dreams. It was hard to discern what was real and what wasn't anymore.

When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the ceiling. My vision was terribly blurry, but I saw occasional flashes of clear vision. My ears were ringing. I couldn't hear anything else but the ringing. I think the shock broke my eardrums.
Suddenly, five blurry silhouettes appeared before me. I couldn't see their expressions clearly, but from what I saw, they were all crying.

My mind cleared a bit. In short intervals, my vision stayed clear for a bit longer, but not as much as I hoped it would. My hearing didn't get any better.
I could finally tell reality from dreams again. I remembered how my life flashed before my eyes and I subconciously started sorting my memories.

I realized me and Seungjun never bought a double bed.

I realized we never adopted a cat.

I realized that the last part, the ending of the story, was all made up. There would have been no happy ending.

But I also realized many things did indeed happen. Our search for Jaeyoung. Meeting my friends and receiving their support. And the tender moments I spent with Seungjun. They were all reality. I remembered every little detail.

The feeling of numbness that pervaded my body lessened a bit. I started feeling again. I felt the cold floor tiles I was lying on. I also felt someone squeezing my hand. No, both my hands.
With the corner of my eye I saw Yuto was holding my left hand tightly. A warm feeling pervaded my left arm, only to disappear a few seconds later. I couldn't hear, but I saw Yuto's lips moving. I could lip read what he was saying.

"It won't work. It's too late."

Seungjun was squeezing my right hand. I slowly turned my head towards him. It hurt. Every little movement hurt. Even breathing hurt.
Seungjun was screaming. But I couldn't hear him. I could only see his open mouth and the river of tears flowing from his bloodshot eyes. I think he was screaming my name.

It hurt. Every little movement hurt.
But I couldn't do anything to lessen the pain. I wanted it to stop. It would stop eventually.

To distract myself from the pain, I looked at each person kneeling beside me. Their faces expressed nothing but agony, but I had to look at them one last time.

I saw Yuto. A sweet young boy who will always help those in need. A kind soul with an adorable smile. A talented student who has a bright future ahead of him.

I saw Changyun. A talented stylist who puts his whole soul into his work. A good-hearted man who always has something useful and interesting to say. A great friend who would never hesitate to go out of his comfort zone to help us.

I saw Minkyun. An incredible hunter who would sacrifice himself for others without hesitation. An energetic boy who always lifts up the mood. An altruistic friend who loves his friends above all else.

I saw Jaeyoung. He was awake. It worked
But I did not know what to think of him. I would have never known if he was behind all this. I did not know if I would have died by his hand or by the hand of his creation.