ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 || NWJNS x F! Reader

7

₱ⱤɆVłØɄ₴ⱠɎ on September 12, 20XX

"This is an emergency. It has to be an epidemic."

"I know you're all worried but, if we're cautious, we should be able to guard against the infection."

"I have always, always, loved you, [Y/N]nnie."

"I'm disappointed with you, Yujinnie. That's why... I can't allow you to live."

'No... She can't be... Stop it!'

'LEAVE HER ALONE!'

September 13, 20XX

"NO!!!"

A scream ripples through the air. Yours, to be exact. You are jolted awake by the relentless plummet into yourself. The sun has broken out, its light seeping through the blinds and into the dark, cold room. Morning has dreadfully arrived, and there were no sights of the two people you sensed last night–they were nowhere to be found.

You waste no second pulling the blanket away and hop out of bed to raise yourself from the floor. You can't allow yourself a minute–not even a second–to steady your breathing. After witnessing a nightmarish vision of the future, Yujin was your number one priority. She has to be okay–it's all just some stupid dream anyway. Yet, why did it have to feel so real?

"Yujin-ah! Are you okay?! L-Last night... You didn't get bit, right?! J-Jang Wonyoung, she didn't come back to bite you, did she?!"

In a series of flashbacks, from Wonyoung slithering out from underneath Yujin's bed to her closing in on the sleeping girl's neck and opening her mouth to reveal her newly identified fangs, you firmly grab at the puppy's shoulders and thoroughly check for any puncture marks. Fortunately, no bite marks; none whatsoever. You also made a mental note that both her pulse and breathing are normal; no abnormality in body temperature; and also...

"What are you going on about, [Y/N]nnie...?"

Yujin slowly opens her tired eyes, the same ones that's filled with nothing but total affection for you. She exhibits pupillary reflex as well. There's no doubt that Yujin is still living and not in some kind of cold trance. Thank goodness...

Sliding yourself off of her bed, you drop back down to the other mattress and snuggle under the fluffy mess of blankets once more. You've become stable again, but the dreams have definitely gotten worse. Ever since Wonyoung's death, no longer are they the same small cursory flashes you're used to, but vivid ones that linger and stick onto you throughout the whole day.