Kept

Ghost of You

Jisung POV

The world was bathed in fire. The heat licked upward, my skin feeling like it was melting off as I retreated, panic and terror flooding my veins as my eyes, wild -searched for Minho. I found him... too far to reach, separated by a sea of flame, calling for me... reaching out, the blaze catching him... searing him as he screamed in agony... I couldn't hear him- the sounds of bodies clashing and gunfire filling the void between us, but I could see... I knew without doubt his mouth was moving, a prayer of "Queenie!" on his lips as he strode forth... willing to chance certain death to get to me...

"No!" I shouted, shaking my head. "Stay!" I cried and even as I pled with him, he sought me anyway, succumbing to the fire which consumed him as he fell.

Terror, anguish clutched at me as I woke, sitting upright, the dream so realistic I swore I could feel the heaviness of death all around me. I found myself in the plush comfort of Minho's bed, the blankets warm and soft against my skin, full of his decadent aroma. I let myself curl onto my side, the knowledge that it was just a dream, even if a prophetic one helping my pulse slow.

Prophetic dreams didn't have to become reality, as long as they were prevented.

I would make sure to warn my husband, to heed my warning of fire... and perhaps, he would listen- make sure to stay away from the battles sure to come...

Of course he would, because he loved me more than anything.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Minho's voice was hushed, but angry. I heard the exhaustion in his tone as he stood at the door to his rooms, a sliver of dim light cutting a slice through the room, blocked in part by his half clothed body.

I heard mumbles and whispers, but couldn't make them out, content at that moment not to. I buried my face in the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut, moaning cutely in an attempt to get my husband to come back to bed. "Minho...." I mumbled, hoping to draw his attention away from whatever was going on in the hallway and back to me.

His head turned; eyes wide as he found me awake. "Shit." He whispered. "Go back to sleep, Queenie." He urged gently.

I rose up on my elbows, sending him a sleepy smile, my eyes squinted closed. I planned to blow him a kiss next, when I heard a hollow *thud* from the hallway.

"Fuck! Be careful!" I familiar voice scolded.

"This is a lot harder than it looks!" another voice argued in a somewhat hushed tone.

"Don't hurt him..." a third voice warned.

What the fuck was going on out there? 

I found myself climbing out of bed, grabbing a pair of silk pajama pants from the foot of the bed to cover my naked state as I wandered toward the commotion in the hallway. "Baby?" I smiled as I walked toward him "Are your brothers drunk or something? What's happening?" I asked lightly, finding my way to his side, tucking myself under his arm, smiling up at him.

He looked at me, his mouth trying to form words and failing. He shook his head minutely, a soft 'no' in response. "Queenie...don't look." He whispered.

And regardless of his suggestion, when someone told me not to do something... I simple had to... call it spite or curiosity, but I found myself turning my head, smiling in a sarcastic way to see what foolishness he didn't want me to see.

That time, I wish I'd listened.

Because in the hall stood Prince Jeongin and Seungmin, along with Hyunjin, wrestling a fourth body into the doorway next to Minho's room.