Bad Blood || K. Jongin

29| Gang Related

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(Jongin)

I see her in the distance. Waiting for me.

I reach out, desperate to bring her close to me. But no matter how hard I try, my fingertips never make contact.

She stares at me, eyes conveying no expression.

"You abandoned me." Her lips move, the words echoing all around me in a mocking manner.

"No..no I didn't..." I try to explain, my movements slow, as if I'm treading water. "I'm coming for you, just hold on a few more hours!-"

I look down at my feet, noticing that though I want them to move, they refuse to budge.

I struggle, I scream, but no words come out. The ground starts to sink, pulling me down like quicksand. My chest compresses and I gasp for air. I feel like I'm dying and I can't do anything about it.

And when I look up, her eyes are gone, replaced with two cavernous holes, blood dripping down her cheeks. Her face is battered and bruised.

"Jongin-" My name seems foreign in her mouth.

"JONGIN!" A familiar voice beckons me from the darkness.

I bolt upright, barely missing Baekhyun's forehead. My vision blurs from moving too quickly. The memories of Lyra's face flash through my mind.

"Damn dude, are you alright?"

I sigh in relief, bringing my hands to my head and rubbing my eyes. I can still picture the black holes that replaced hers. Was that woman supposed to be Lyra? Did she really believe I had abandoned her?

I shake my head. There's no way, after everything we've been through. She wouldn't of given up yet.

There's no way.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I whisper, sitting fully upright. He's here for a reason, and I have to listen to him, no matter how annoying he is.

Baekhyun tucks his phone away. He doesn't seem convinced. "Nightmare?"

"It's none of your business." I snap.

"You're right, but I'm not trying to work with someone who isn't stable."

His words sting slightly. There's something about him I just can't seem to like.

I glare up at him. I want to fight back, but I clench my jaw shut instead. There's no reason to get hung up on his shitty attitude, even if he pretends to care once in a while. He's not the priority here, Lyra is. And I need to get her back.

I notice Baekhyun is fully dressed, equipped with two guns around his belt and a... machete?

He notices the direction of my gaze. "Like what you see?"

I stand up. "Not necessarily."

I pull out my backpack, only slipping into my jacket and strapping on my boots. There isn't much too it. I won't need any protection for what I'm about to do.