To Pierce the White Eye {Na Jaemin}

TWO

You stretched out, your fists knocking the old headboard. You squint your eyes open, the sunlight seeping in through the thin curtains in Kun and Jungwoo's spare bedroom. You were grateful that they didn't have anyone rent the room out this semester, as it allowed you to crash there for the night. Well, you and-

You craned your neck slowly, your eyes widening as you saw Jaemin's sleeping figure on the bed next to you. His chest rose and fell evenly, in such a deep slumber you almost felt bad for wanting to wake him up.

You were both miserably tired the night before. You got lucky that Jungwoo was up late enough to answer your phone call, and even more lucky that he didn't ask any additional questions when you mentioned another friend of yours would be there too. The thought of returning to your dorm when Mark, Johnny, and Ten would ask a million questions made you sick- but you also couldn't stand the thought of being alone.

You needed to leave though, before Kun and Jungwoo woke up and really started digging into you two. You reached a hand across the bed, your hand brushing against Jaemin's shoulder when your eyesight went white and you collapsed back onto the bed, out cold.

*****

You were in a white room with screens playing all along the circular walls. Confused, you looked down, making eye contact with Jaemin, who laid on the floor on his back, arms tucked under his head.

"Where the fuck am I?" you whimpered, holding yourself and spinning as you looked at all of the screens that made their way to the top of the dome you two somehow found yourselves in.

"Oh, it's a defense mechanism psychics have. It used to be for when people would try to kill us in our sleep. They would be knocked out and sent to where we psychics go when we sleep," he explained casually, turning his attention back to looking at the screens. You looked closer, seeing clips of different people, some more grainy than others.

"You're seeing futures even as you sleep?" you asked, your arms going slack at your side.

"Yeah, just because I'm sleeping doesn't mean time stops," he shrugged.

"That's exhausting."

"Existence is exhausting," Jaemin corrected.

You gulped, swallowing your anxiety. You stepped forward, your feet echoing in the space as you focused on one of Jaemin's visions- one of Mark, your father, and Yuta. The vision was grainy, but you were able to at least make out these three figures for sure- not so much the space they were in. You could tell the conversation was engaging and vibrant by the hand gestures your brother used when he got excited.

The screen next to it was much less grainy, but also much less full of energy. Jaemin sat in the spot Yuta was- in the middle of the couch in your family home with Mark to his side. Your Dad sat off to the side, and you could make out his furrowed brow pointed at the psychic in your home. While there was no sound you could gather from the first video, in this one however, there was a faint broken style of speaking coming through the screen.

"... makes... me smile," Jaemin's scrambled voice came through.

"... I'm glad," your father's voice was crystal clear- it was as if he too was in Jaemin's head. The image suddenly cleared and you were able to perfectly make out every part of the screen, and hear the low conversation all three were having together.

"Hey guys!" this voice made you jump, and then the screen went black. It was your voice, you realized.

"I thought you said you couldn't see me," you turned back around, seeing that Jaemin now sat up at the center of the room, his eyes trained on you.