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ᑉ³pairing; Minho x Reader
ᑉ³genre; Angst, Comfort,
ᑉ³warnings; Nightmares. Death of a loved one
ᑉ³Authors Note; Edited! Please let me know if there are any warnings I am missing!
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In the stillness of the night, with the world cloaked in darkness, you found yourself tangled in the grip of a nightmare. Images flickered before your closed eyes, twisted and unsettling. You shifted around in your bed, unable to shake the disturbing images dancing before your closed eyes, each flicker more twisted and unsettling than the last, dragging you deeper into a realm of terror.
With a sudden, desperate gasp, you jolted awake, your heart hammering against your rib cage like a frantic drumbeat. Beads of sweat dotted your brow, and shivers rippled through your trembling frame as fragments of the nightmare clung stubbornly to your consciousness.
In the aftermath, a profound sense of loss weighed heavily upon your chest. The nightmare had unraveled a harrowing scenario in which you faced the death of your boyfriend, Minho. Waves of grief, sorrow, and fear crashed over you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and adrift in the wake of imagined tragedy.
As you struggled to steady your racing pulse and dispel the lingering echoes of the nightmare, loss loomed large in your thoughts. The fear of abandonment chewed at the edges of your consciousness, leaving you grappling with the profound and haunting impact of the dream's emotional aftermath.
As you lay there, dealing with the residual emotions of the nightmare, the darkness of the night seemed to press in around you. Every creak of the house, every whisper of the wind outside, felt like ominous echoes of the horrors you had just experienced in your dream.
With trembling hands, you reached out into the darkness, seeking the comforting presence of your boyfriend Minho, hoping and praying he was by your side.
But the bed beside you lay empty.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grappled with the profound fear of losing those closest to you. The thought of facing such a devastating reality was almost unbearable, sending tendrils of dread snaking through your veins.
Was it really just a dream, or was it real?
Each moment dragged on as you struggled with the thought, replaying in your mind. Despite your desperate need for reassurance, the silence of the night offered no solace, only deepening your doubts.
You began to cry, unable to stop the sobs from escaping.
But then, a soft light pierced through the darkness as the door cracked open, and your partner Minho stepped into the room, his concerned gaze instantly locking onto you. "Y/N?" His voice was gentle, filled with love and reassurance. "Sweetheart, I heard you scream. Is everything alright?"
His presence was like a beacon of warmth and reassurance, casting aside the shadows that had threatened to engulf you.
"Minho" You replied, unable to hide the trembling in your voice
He crossed the room in swift strides, wrapping you in his warm embrace. "Oh, baby..."
His touch was comforting, his fingers running soothingly through your hair. "Bad dream?"
Unable to speak, you nodded, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay... You're safe now," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "It wasn't real."
You clung to him, finding solace in his arms as he held you close. His steady heartbeat, a rhythm of love and comfort, echoed against your chest, grounding you in the present moment. With each breath he took, you felt the remnants of the nightmare loosen their grip on your mind.
"You- Yo- You.. died, Minho," You choked out between sobs, your voice trembling with the weight of the nightmare. "And you left me. And I was alone - "
"Shhhh... It's okay. I'm here. I'm safe," Minho's voice was a soothing melody in the midst of my turmoil, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace.
You nestled your face against his chest, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. "But it felt so real," you whispered, your words muffled by his shirt. "And then I woke up, and you were gone."
Minho held you close, his touch gentle as he stroked your back. "I know, love. But it was just a dream," he murmured, his voice laced with reassurance. "I just woke up to grab some water," he said, gesturing towards the bottle in his hand as you now noticed it.
"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
You clung to him, the remnants of the nightmare slowly fading away in the comfort of his arms. "I'm sorry," you sniffled, tears still staining your cheeks. Minho's hands moved with a soothing rhythm, tracing delicate patterns across your skin as he tenderly cradled you in his embrace.
"Don't be sorry," Minho whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You're not alone. I'm here for you, always."
With each word he spoke, you felt the weight of your fears begin to lift, replaced by a sense of security and love. At that moment, wrapped in Minho's embrace, you knew that no matter the nightmares that haunted your dreams, he would always be there to chase them away.
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