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🟢 Nightmares [Doyu]

"Yuta, come on!" Doyoung exclaims excitedly, running around as he dragged his boyfriend with him. Yuta looked reluctant but really, he didn't mind Doyoung dragging him places. The smile it brings the boy was enough to make it feel worth it.

The bright sun illuminated Doyoung's grinning face. His smile rivaled even the sun itself in Yuta's eyes. The two of them ended up in a park. "Yuta, come on." Doyoung had already let go of the boy's hand and expected him to follow him.

Yuta did in fact follow the boy as they started to chase each other around the empty park. Their laughter echoed across the park and the good thing was, no one was there to silence their joy or stop them from acting like children.

The two ended up at an ice cream parlor next. Yuta laughed as some of the ice cream on Doyoung's cone dripped on its sides. He laughed as he watched the other fail to stop his ice cream from dripping onto his hands, in turn, making it drip more.

"You clumsy, messy boy." Yuta grabbed some tissue and wiped Doyoung's mouth filled with ice cream. "Well, I'm sorry for allowing my ice cream to melt in this weather. Next time I will make sure it is still frozen even under the sun."

Yuta rolled his eyes but that was one thing he loved about his love. Doyoung never sugar coated anything, loved to use sarcasm and passive aggression which Yuta found entertaining. That made their relationship more genuine in a sense.

Doyoung felt ecstatic. Imagine yourself having fun with the person you love, enjoying a beautiful day. It felt like a dream. But the Kim seemed to have forgotten the saying 'All good things must come to an end.' Nightmares are dreams too.

Doyoung watched as the car moved slowly approaching his unsuspecting boyfriend. He saw every scene clearly, so vividly, but he didn't do anything. He wanted to scream, shout, cry, run, but his feet were stuck on the floor. His body didn't respond.

He watched as Yuta's body got pushed back by the force of the car. The body rolled harshly on the rough road, scrapping his perfect soft skin that Doyoung distinctly remembers rubbing his fingers across. Blood seeped out of his fresh wounds.

Dead. Doyoung didn't want to believe it. His boyfriend could not have just died right in front of him, not like that. After what seemed to be hours, Doyoung could finally move. He ran to the boy and held his limp body tightly. He didn't want to let go.

He screamed and cried, holding the pulseless body of the person he loved. Yuta didn't open his eyes to smile at the boy. He didn't look at him with those glowing eyes filled with stars, showing his smile that could put the sun to shame.

The Korean couldn't do anything. The life of the person he loved had ended, right in front of his eyes. No more joy came out of looking at the Japanese boy's face, only pain and sadness. With that, Doyoung cried over the dead body of Yuta.

He woke up with a start. Doyoung could feel his cheeks wet and eyes puffy, like he has been crying the whole night. He remembered the dream he just had, nightmare more like. The only thing he could think of at that moment was to find Yuta.

It was all a nightmare but that didn't make him feel better. It felt so real, so life like. He wasn't sure if it really was a dream or if it was reality. What Doyoung needed at that moment was the assurance that Yuta was there. Alive. Safe.

He scrambled out of his bed, legs shaking as fresh tears trickled down his cheeks. They didn't live in the same house since the both of them were still living under the roofs of their parents but Doyoung didn't care where he was. He needed to see Yuta.

The Korean boy's parents were sound asleep. It was the middle of the night, of course they would be asleep. Unbeknownst to them in their deep slumber, their son was frantically putting on his shoes to get ready to run to his boyfriend's house.