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some... steamy stuff at the beginning and end, skip over the warning walls if you don't want to read!flashback
Mu pov
"what the heck kind of dream was that anyway? Why would my brain even think of doing something like that?! And with Yewang of all people!"
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I fell back on my bed, tired. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind kept repeating over and over, and I felt myself get a little hot. The more I played it in my mind, the more my body started to warm up, and I couldn't stop. The images that flashed through my mind were making me feel.... so warm! I reached my hand downwards, as if on instinct, and it felt really hard. I couldn't explain it, but when I touched myself, I thought of him. Yewang... It helped! The sensation of it all was a bit too much, and my breathing got heavy. I could feel my body tensing up, and something felt like it was gonna explode! I wrapped my whole hand around my.... area, and tugged at it gently, and fast. I suddenly felt it harshly release something out on my hand, something wet. In an instant, my whole body gave out, and I let go of it as I laid down in my bed. I felt so relieved, and so good too! My breathing started to return to normal, and I closed my eyes, finally trying to get some rest. 12:25
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I woke up the next morning to the sound of an alarm clock blasting all the way from Yewang's room. How loud does he need that thing? A glance at the clock told me it was 6:00 in the morning. The sun is barely even out! And isn't it Saturday? Wait. Remembering something he'd mentioned about his parents, I switched my phone on to check the date. Of course! This is the day his parents are leaving town. I've been so caught up in everything that I completely forgot! I got up, and made my way to their room, but they weren't in there. I ran downstairs, and caught them just before they drove off, and luckily got to say goodbye.~
7:34 a.m.
Knock knock
Click
I turned away from the canvas I'd been painting on for the past hour or so, and saw Yewang standing in the doorway. He didn't say anything, instead he just walked over to my bed and sat down. I found it a little hard to look at him in the eye, and he looked just about as uncomfortable as I felt. "I'm gonna go to the library." He paused for a moment "I needa do some research, and I don't really wanna- leave you home alone." I thought for a second, wondering what kind of research he could be talking about. I tried my best to face him, but felt too ashamed. "I-i'll come, yeah.. What research?" I mentally punched myself in the throat for stuttering. "Just, school stuff.. ya know." I noticed he got nervous saying that. I raised my eyebrows at him, "Well, let's go, Mu." and with that, we headed out.~
I wandered around the library for well over two hours. Looked through every single section, skimmed through a hundred books, and yet I couldn't escape the pain. The awful pain of one of the worst things in the entire world. Boredom. The uncontrollable longing for the exit doors right across from the computer that Yewang had been "doing research" on for the past couple of hours. I had already asked him when he'd be done with it many times, and I knew if I asked again, he might actually snap at me. Besides, if he didn't, if still get the same response I got every other time. "Soon!" At this point, I wasn't annoyed, I was pretty mad. I wentg to the bathroom to pat my face, thinking it might help. It did. I leaned against the sink, and I pulled my phone out to check the time, 10:06. Seriously?! Now I'm mad. Not even because of how long he's taking, but because he won't tell me what he's doing. I looked at my contacts to see if I had any messages, but I didn't. I texted Jeff to see if he was busy. I waited a few moments for a response, but didn't receive one. He's probably still sleeping. It is Saturday. Before closing the app, Baekseung's photo lit up, he's online. There were chat bubbles, and I left the bathroom to sit down while I waited.
YOU ARE READING
-nightmare on epex street-
HorrorFor 13 years, 8 different boys have been having a shared nightmare of a crazed killer out to get them.