(Minho's pov)
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• Han •
________________________________I'm setting an alarm!
I'll be there with my choices.
See you later!
Good night 😴Good night |
Good ni|
Good|
G|
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"I can't say that. I can't..."
It's now 3 am and Minho can't fall asleep. This is not unusual. He has suffered from insomnia since he was young, but recently it has gotten worse. Before he could sleep 4-5 hours a night, but now he can barely sleep 2-3 hours.
He's worn out. He would do anything to fall asleep. But he can't. The nightmares will come back if he sleeps. He is afraid. He is afraid to see him again. Ignoring that same phone call for the 200th time. Hearing his voice on his voicemail. Hearing the ambulance alarm. He can't live like this anymore. He wants his nightmares to stop.
Instead of going to bed like he should be doing at that time, Minho takes his swimsuit and heads to the roof where the pool is. Night swims are his favorite. The whole building is sleeping. The purple LEDs along the pool and the calm surrounding help the tired boy relax. The cold water makes him flinch slightly, but that doesn't stop him from going all the way in. His head is now underwater.
He stays like this until he runs out of breath. The cold water helps him stay in this reality. He tries his best not to get lost in his thoughts. But being alone without distractions, he can only deal with his thoughts
Minho is now floating, his body shaped like a star. He floats to a corner of the pool.
He closes his eyes. Take deep breaths. He feels a tear fall. It's only a matter of time before Minho starts crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. If I had known what you would do, I would have answered the damn phone. I swear. I would have spoken to you, no, I would have run to you. It's all my fault, Byeol..."
Minho stays like that for a long time. Letting all his remaining energy leaving his body as more tears falls on his cheeks.
When Minho started to fall asleep, he slowly got out of the pool. Hating the heavy feeling in his body now that he's out of the pool. He drags himself back to his apartment. He doesn't bother to take a shower, he just lies in bed and lets his body settle back into sleep mode. "How peaceful."
The next morning, Minho wakes up with the sunlight that pierce through the blinds.
As he slowly wakes up, he realizes that he isn't covered in sweat, nor does he have that heavy feeling in his chest. For the first time in 3 years, it's not his nightmares that wake him up, but the warmth of the sun on his face.
However, he had dreamed of something. Or rather say, someone.
"Han Jisung..."
Minho stays in his bed, looking at the ceiling. This is the first time he wants to remember one of his dreams. All he remembers is Jisung. He swears he saw him in his dream, but he doesn't remember why he was there or what he was doing.
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