toxic | nct dream

36. vivid dreams

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Xia woke up with Chenle's arm draped across her chest, hand resting on her shoulder and fingers caught in her hair.

He wasn't even facing her direction.

The man was lying down on his stomach with his head turned the other way and, yet, still managed to have her in his hold.

Not that she minded. In fact, she herself had a leg thrown over the back of his and a hand tucked between the mattress and his torso.

Getting tangled up with each other in their sleep was already a common practice for them.

The photos of the two from way back when they were kids, passed out in each other's arms, would be 'Exhibit A'.

Usually this happened because the two had been dragged by their parents to some boring event that went on for hours, with nothing to do other than sit there and 'behave themselves'.

And even when they were fortunate enough to be given permission to run around and find their own entertainment, eventually they would tire themselves out and be found collapsed in some quiet corner.

Not a care in the world for image or perception.

'Exhibit B' would be the first-hand accounts from all the drivers, nannies, and assistants that were tasked with separating the two, only to quickly discover that the task was an impossible one that — more times often than not — led to relentless whines and cries of frustration.

It was best to either pick them up from their place of slumber or gently usher the two into the car, where they would continue to sleep until they reached one of their homes.

By that point it would be no use trying to split them apart, so they'd spend the night in whoever's house they arrived at first.

The way they were currently entangled with each other would have been 'Exhibit C', but there was something different about this time that separated it from the rest.

The silent tranquility was interrupted by the soft moans escaping Xia's lips. A sheen of sweat coating her skin that caused her hair to stick to the back of her neck.

Her legs began to press together, aiding her body in its desperate search for release.

If only she could say that this was a continuation of the events from earlier that night. That the man invading her dreams was the one lying next to her. The one whose shirt she was wearing at that very moment.

But it wasn't.

It was the man that had faded into the distant memory of a fantasy.

What had become vague was now vivid in her mind as she unwittingly replayed the highlights of that night in her mind.

Just as he was about to dive into her essence she startled herself awake, taking in some deep heavy breaths.

After reorienting herself, Xia turned her head towards Chenle to see if he was still asleep. His quiet snores indicated that he was.

She was relieved that he hadn't noticed anything, because he would have read her like an open book. And she wasn't ready to talk to him about the situation.

Not yet, at least.

She looked at the time; it was way too early to get up. They still had a couple more hours before the alarm would go off.

Carefully, the girl pulled away from his hold and made her way to the bathroom.

Xia splashed water on her face, trying to forget that night. But seeing Jisung again just brought back all those feelings of desire, release, and uncertain contentment.

Although, a new feeling was being added to that list: guilt.

She was with Chenle now, they were engaged. She was going to marry him.

This wasn't the moment to be swept away by someone else. She couldn't, she wasn't going to be.

Jisung was a one time thing, she thought to herself, staring at the mirror. Watching as the droplets of water dripped down her face.

So what if he's going to be at the studio? I'm not working directly with him. I can just avoid him like I did today. I should be focusing on my work anyways.

The words sounded clear in her mind but their echoes became distorted with every passing second.

With that flimsy excuse of an affirmation she walked back into the bedroom to find Chenle awake. Perhaps because he had noticed her absence.

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cont.

Who could forget the Park Jisung?