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Seungcheol said... | Jicheol (English)

The cold air pierced through his body, the dark surroundings that won't even let a tiny light pass through blinds him and he hears the sound of certain someone breathing heavily from somewhere in here.

He knew he was running trying to find that voice but he can't see a thing. He kept on running but only his feet are moving, it was just stomping on this same spot for the whole time.

*bang*

A loud gunshot broke the silence of the surroundings even the breathing that was heard awhile ago.

"Jihoonie" he heard from a distance.

He looked in all directions but it was pitch black or not because suddenly it was all white.

He hid his eyes into his wrist as he let it adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Jihoonie" he heard once again.

As he opened his eyes, he wished he did not open it --- there, on the purity of white was Seungcheol tainting it with the red of his blood.

Petrified, he stood in his same spot for the whole minute just looking at his life being lifeless. By the time he retrieved his escaped soul he run to Seungcheol's side.

He knelt down beside him and carefully lay Seungcheol's head into his lap.

"Seungcheol" he said,lightly shaking Seungcheol's shoulder oblivious that his voice wasn't that audible anymore.

But he wasn't breathing, he desperately looked for pulse but can't see any. Looking around, he saw nothing. No one. It's just the two of them.

He shaked him again, the shaking might work for the second time but he stopped as he saw something in his hand.

A gun...

He panicked, why is he holding a gun?

He tried to throw it away but he can't. It is as if it is glued in his hand.

A light twitch was felt when Seungcheol moved a bit in his lap.

"Cheol? Cheol? Oh my god! I thought you were dead. Where are we? Who shot you?"

It was rifle of question, he doesn't even bother inhale air.

"You"

Was all Seungcheol said looking straight into his eyes.

He jerked up in his bed, breathing air harshly as he clutch his chest.

He immediately turned on his bedside lamp and he can see that everything is normal.

With a pillow in his hand he came out of his room and gone straight to Seungcheol's.

It wasn't locked, it never was.

"Cheol" he said as he poked his head inside.

Breathing peacefully, Seungcheol is still sleeping in his bed.

He slip into Seungcheol's side as he tightly hugged Seungcheol.

"Wh-what? Jihoonie?" A half awaked Seungcheol said.

Jihoon placed his head into Seungcheol's chest.

"I had a nightmare Cheol" he painfully said as the dream played in his mind.

"I killed you in there" and now he can't help but cry.

Seungcheol reciprocated his hug and said comforting words.

He kissed the top of Jihoon's head "I know you won't"

Jihoon relaxed in Seungcheol's embrace, it was the safest place he could be. Drowsiness eventually spread to his system.