Red Letter Days

Chapter 3: Baekhyun's Dream

Chanyeol's P.O.V

I awoke early in the morning feeling suffocated. My clothes were sticking to my skin like I had been drowsed in water. Basically, I was pretty fucking uncomfortable. I threw the covers off--of myself and sat up. I reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it off until I heard a small whine. I looked beside me and remembered that I was sharing a room with Baekhyun.

He rolled over to one side and no more than five seconds later he was turning to lay on the other side. "Lay still," I muttered angrily. I guess he wasn't fully awake because the little bastard wouldn't stay still. I mumbled insults and pulled off my shirt. I tossed it aside and laid back, taking back a corner of a covers.

I put my arms behind my head and try to relax, but Baekhyun was still distracting me. I couldn't concentrate with whimpering and constant tossing and turning. As the seconds passed I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. Finally when Baekhyun accidentally kicked me I lost it. 

I grabbed his small frame and shook him enough to wake him up. He awoke with a small scream. I could see his terrified eyes even in darkness. "You were tossing and turning,"I said as I lay my back off. "I-I had a nightmare,"Baekhyun stuttered. I raised my elbow and looked at him. I could fell my anger turning into sympathy. It felt bloody gross. "So. Go back to bed,"I mumbled. 

The silence grew heavy as I checked my phone. It was two quarters past five in the morning. It slowly became apparent that Baekhyun and I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon, so I turned to look at him. Baekhyun peered back, not saying anything.

"What was your stupid dream about?"I asked, mentally slapping my face for asking.

Baekhyun shifted awkwardly, "Why do you care?" "I don't, but I doubt I'm going to be able to sleep, so let's hear it. Baekhyun looked like he was thinking it over.  "Remember when we are kids....."

Baekhyun's P.O.V

I took a deep breath before letting it out, "Remember when we were kids.."I paused, wondering if it was really a good idea or not to tell Chanyeol my dream. "Never mind,"I said quietly.

I felt silly being so afraid of a dream, but it was so much more than that. When Chanyeol and I were kids we always fought, but at times we would almost get along. During those periods we would be playing adventurer and would somehow always manage to get into trouble. 

We must have been in the first grade when we were playing at the lake by the summer houses  that our parents had owned. While looking for evidence of the Archness Monster on the deck Chanyeol and I got into one of our daily fights. I found a smooth, egg-shaped rock and was convinced it belongs to Nessy.

Chanyeol wanted to see it, but I was scared he would take it from me without turning it back,  so I held onto it. When Chanyeol tried to tackle me and take the egg-- we both fell into the lake. Neither one of us could swim at the same time. 

I had tried to keep my head over water so desperately, but nothing seemed to work. I sunk under, feeling my lungs fill with water. It was the worst feeling ever. If Chanyeol was not so good at screaming his head off---the two of us could have died. 

In my dream I was drowning, only this time I was at my wedding. My family was to the right and Chanyeol's to the left. Chanyeol and I were standing in front of the officiate when suddenly I start coughing up water. I keep coughing and coughing and the water just keeps coming out. Eventually I can't spit it up fast enough and my lungs are filled, my throat is burning for air. Suffocating, suffocating, suffocating.....

"No tell me," Chanyeol said in an annoyed tone. "My nightmare was that I was about to marry your dumb ass." I tried to to joke. Chanyeol elbowed my side, the smallest signs of smile on his face, "You dick!."