Fate Resonance (Aespa x Male Reader)

Chapter 8 - A Good Person

You found yourself standing amidst a sea of corpses, the ground soaked with blood and the air thick with the stench of death. The moans of the dying echoed in your ears, their pleas for mercy going unanswered. In your hands, you held a sword, dripping with fresh blood, reflecting the horror of your acts.

You looked down at your hands, trembling as you realized they were stained with the blood of countless innocents. The faces of those you had slaughtered flashed before your eyes, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

The sounds of your own laughter echoed in your ears, sinister, cold laughter that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to stop, to drop the sword and end the nightmare, but your body wouldn't respond. You were a puppet, dancing to the tune of your own madness.

As you raised your sword to strike down another helpless victim, a voice rang out, clear and strong. "Stop! This isn't you!"

You froze, the sword inches away from your victim's throat. You looked around, searching for the source of the voice, but all you saw were the dead and dying. The voice spoke again, softer this time. "You can fight this. You are not a monster."

You felt a surge of strength, and with a cry of rage, you threw the sword away, falling to your knees amidst the carnage. You looked up at the sky, tears streaming down your face as you whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

And then you woke up, gasping for breath, your body drenched in sweat. You looked around, realizing you were safe in your bed, the nightmare behind you. But the images of the dream lingered, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurked within you.

Chapter 8 - A Good Person

You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare as you glanced at the clock. 3:27 AM. The dorm was shrouded in darkness, with only the faint glow of a nightlight illuminating the hallway. You needed to clear your head, and so, quietly, you stepped out of your room.

As you made your way to the living area, you were surprised to find Winter there, a cup of water in her hand, her expression thoughtful. She looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she saw you. "(Y/N)? What are you doing up at this hour?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"I... I couldn't sleep," You lied, not wanting to worry her with the truth about your nightmare. "What about you? Why are you still awake?"

Winter sighed, looking down at her cup. "I've just been thinking. The schedule has been really hectic lately, and sometimes... sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough like I'm not good enough."

You stepped closer, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're amazing, Minjeong. You give everything you have to every performance, and we all see it. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Winter looked up at you, her eyes glistening. "You really think so?" she whispered.

"Of course, I do," you assured her, your voice soft and sincere. "Every time I browse the internet, when I see something about you, It's always positive! Everyone is praising you and cheering you on."

Winter smiled a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, (Y/N). You're a good person, you know that?"

You felt a pang in your chest at her words, and you suddenly became acutely aware of your lack of a shirt. "Do you really think I'm a good person?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.

Winter's eyes widened slightly as she seemed to notice your bare chest for the first time, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. "I-um, yes, I do think you're a good person. Why wouldn't I?" she stammered, her eyes flicking down for a moment before quickly meeting yours again.