ryuryeong oneshots

nightmare (here with me)

*•.¸♡ 3:02am ♡¸.•*

𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢,

I know I don't normally write here this late - or early, you could say - even with the problems I often have falling asleep (which you would be very familiar with by now).

But, I'm just feeling so nervewrackingly anxious at the moment, I really can't do anything else. I thought this might be the one thing that could help get my mind off it.

Or at least be a distraction... ... ... what am I even saying.

I just want her to be okay, you know?

Because last night, something happened that I've only experienced barely a handful of times in my life...

A sudden gasp and jolting of the sheets had my eyes flashing open, abruptly breaking me from my slumber.

Startled and only half awake, I searched the room engulfed in darkness as I tried to find the source, wishing I could return to sleep. But as my focus locked onto a trembling silhouette in the starlight's colourless glow, I was suddenly more awake than ever.

Chocolate brown irises wide and unblinking, Ryujin sat up in the bed, lips parted in a wretched grimace. She was clearly dealing with the aftermath of what must've been a nightmare from the devil.

What moonbeams peaked through the day curtains at that hour only just cast enough light to illuminate the glistening on her forehead, and the way her eyebrows creased emphasised her terror.

Trepid and timorous, I hesitantly drew in my elbow to prop myself up from my supine position. "Ryujin?"

But I received no reply.

Angling my head I remember then trying to get a better view of Ryujin. Forehead wrinkled in worry my shadow moved gently in the window as it overlapped Ryujin's that only shuddered. Moved cautiously until mine too eventually went still the sight of her shirt clinging damply to her skin, but I tried again. To call her name.

Instead, I heard the sound of shallow, shaking breaths become muffled as she she brought a trembling hand to her mouth, and begun to dip into water I've barely seen her touch before.

As her body began to wrack with sobs, I remember just feeling like... like me saying her name made things a million times worse.

I can count on five fingers the times I've seen her overcome by sobs, but there aren't enough in entire the world to count how devastating it is. How they clamp her eyes shut so painfully tight, cause her chest to heave in silent agony and leave her with shivering shoulders and desperate shallow gasps for air. And I am ruthlessly forced to watch on. However, there is an evident tension in that anguish too. I don't know how to describe it other than a rigidness, or a resistance as if she is straining with such conviction to hide it. Like she isn't allowed to feel whatever emotions she is feeling; like she isn't allowed to cry at all, because she's supposed to constantly uphold some stupid image of strength and stability.

I slowly inched closer towards her - as if moving the slightest millimetre wrong would send her down into the depths of some hell - and as our bodies became flush, I placed my hand on hers that was free. Brought my other spare to the hand still covering her mouth, while whose singular grip felt strong enough to strangle, I still managed to urge off her face.

I held it in mine. "Hey," I coaxed gently, "look at me, Ryujinnie."

Ryujin's eyes instead darted with a tired franticness across the room, body rigid with borderline devastation like she didn't have the courage to look at me. I wondered then if the nightmare was about me; if something happened to me... but worst of all, what if I myself had done something to her? What if I inflicted some sort of awful pain or injury on her in the nightmare? How was I supposed to comfort her then?