Dreams That Scar (nct dream)

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Jaemin POV

We arrived at the huge mansion in dresses and button ups. MoonByul leading of course.

"Welcome," a girl in a long pastel pink dress said. Most of us open our mouths in awe at her beauty. Her long brown hair up in a high ponytail revealing her bare neck. Her skin was so pale, almost like the moon. She glowed in front of us, appearing like a goddess.

"Hi!" MoonByul said excitedly, waving her hand afterwards.

Seon Ah backed away from her toward Mark while I stood behind Renjun and Jeno. Chenle and Jisung were spaced out and Haechan was playing with the fancy vases. I frowned and nudged the boy, shaking my head after as a silent warning for him to stop.

"Please follow me," the girl's angelic voice said as she motioned towards the next room.

'Woah's' were escaped from everyone's mouthes once we entered the ginormous dining room. There was a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, hovering over a large glass dining table, able to fit 14 people.

"My name is Isabelle," her warm smile appeared on her face and gestured toward the table and seats.

A number of servants appeared, pulling some of the chairs out for us to sit in. We were shocked and confused on what to do at first, but after Moonbyul made the first move in taking a seat, the rest of us followed. We all took our seats at the table and thanked all the maids and butlers afterwards, bowing out heads politely.

"Would you like anything to drink Monsieur?" A tall man with a bushy mustache in a black suit asked me.

"Oh no thank you," I shook my head and smiled at him.

"You can get whatever you want," the beautiful girl from before said.

"Oh," I simply said, "then I'll have some diet soda," I whispered but ended up getting nudged by mark next to me.

"He can't have soda..." Mark looked up at the two, "he will go crazy."

I rolled my eyes at him and turned my attention back onto the gorgeous girl and butler, "I'll just have water then."

The girl smiled and walked to her seat which was next to Seon Ah at the end of the table.

Seon Ah looked... scared? She looked like she might cry, and I don't think I'm the only one who noticed, Jisung was also staring at her with worry in his eyes.

Now that I think about it, it might be from the Dream she had earlier.

Flashback:

"Jaemin?" I turned my head to see Seon Ah by the door way covering her face.

"I- I'm having a bad dream..." she stuttered.

"You're 18 years old... cant you just sleep it off?" I rubbed my eyes and whispered so I wouldn't wake Chenle up.

"I can't Jaemin." Her sobs and tears were easily heard through her raspy voice. She sniffled, trying to wipe away her tears with her hoodie sleeve.

"Okay, come here.." I motioned in defeat towards my bottom bunk.

Her feet shuffled towards the bed, her arms hugging herself out of fear as she slipped under the sheets beside me. "I- I saw a woman's face this time." She stuttered.

"Really?" I asked, finding it surprising how she remembered the dream when she usually doesn't.

"Yeah, it was blurry but I could make it out."

I nodded, feeling the drowsiness start hitting me. I pulled her a little closer, my arm around her as she snuggled into my side. Pretty soon, the both of us passed out.

A few hours later she started to whisper to herself, I jerked up and looked at her to see if she was awake or asleep, she was indeed asleep.

"No... the dog...... STOP!" She starts to move her arms around as if she was fighting someone in real life.

Chenle jumped down from the top bunk and asked if she was alright. I tilted my head towards the door for him to close it and he did so. He made his way back over to the two of us and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on Seon Ah.

I whispered her name into her ear to calm her down but she continued to scream with me and Chenle holding each one of her hands. I looked over at the other worriedly, not knowing what else to do.

"Seon Ah," Chenle's spoke up, but the female just squirmed.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her screams turning into wheezes and pants. She looked like she was suffering in her own thoughts. We couldn't help her.

After an hour, she stopped.