Hypnagogia

Hypnagogia//RESET

Why was he on the receiver end. Why did he get that stupid USB. Why was he graced with the disgusting presence of a stalker. Why did Renjun have to be so jealous and lash out like that only to disappear. Why did he end up confronting the stalker in the end and get all the humiliation. Why did his addiction end up driving Mark away from him. Why did Jaemin have to be the same person, both in real life and in the VR. Why was he the one to be forced to escape and run away from a psycho. Why did he even let himself fall in love with that pink haired boy in the first place?
There was no reason for him to be subjected to this. He never hurt anyone that badly. Everything the tease had done was only light hearted and meant to be funny. None of his pranks or witty comments damaged an innocent persons reputation. If anything he was the vigilante of the school. He was the one giving kids breaks, getting revenge on bullies and embarrassing teachers who didn't know they crossed the line. The tan boy was practically a hero with well meaning. Although his ways were rather questionable, it still got the job done. So why was he getting all this unnecessary karma?
'I deserve none of this.'  
Donghyuck's narrowed dark brown eyes flashed in anger and his gaze ripped through the whole room. However the last bits of energy coursing through his body made it extremely hard to focus on anything. So much had occurred and he had had no time to fully process them like most people would. He wasn't thinking as properly as he would have before any of this. Yet still with so much emotions bottled up in him, he could still find clarity. As he desperately searched the room he found the best chance in something he thought about last.
The honey haired boy would have never done this if tackling a much more normal circumstance. But it was the only shot he had since every other strategy he played out was easily shut down. It didn't take long to think of all those ways. Even though his heart was pounding harshly against his bruised ribcage and his blood rushing all around his body. His brain sent adrenaline everywhere in his body in the last attempt to escape Jaemin. Like a wild animal being cornered he made a desperate move. And like a human being aware of their actions made a smart choice.

[RUNNING....]
[TAKING......]
[HIDING.....]

It was not long after he took action that a slight knock came about the wall. Donghyuck spun around and watched where Jaemin stood, eyes glimmering. Suddenly, the action wasn't as appealing in his mind. A thousand doubts rose in his head as he stared at the others calm visage. His body was going rigged and his breath becoming short and clipped. His vision got darker and darker. Until it became a tunnel, with the only light being the star students figure blocking his only way of exit. He saw the image get closer, but he couldn't feel himself moving nor the ground under his feet. He was floating. Flying towards the programmer.

[WALKING....]
[JUMPING....]

    A warmth blossomed in his chest and arms wrapped around him. Donghyuck pressed his head against the warm surface, hearing the heartbeat and the small noise of confusion. He himself embraced the figure, hands tingling as they felt the hot base of the neck. He was still floating at this point. The honey haired boys body was hovering in the air. Gravity shut down and the reality of the game lost focus. And everything was serene and peaceful. All the emotions he was worrying about shattered into a million pieces, he had nothing on his mind. It was all completely blank. The collection of worries and thoughts kept floating up into oblivion. His body, however, had been forced to make its descent on the person he held tight.

[FALLING.....]

    As he felt the cold pressure of the floor against his fingertips Donghyuck jerked upwards. In a blur he pulled the item that had been pressed against his back and swung his arms down. He only stopped inches away from Jaemin's throat. While he was held down by merely the tip of a knife, the smaller boy cheered out in his head- half out of surprise and half out of joy. There was an urge to mock the pink haired boy, and call him ridiculous that he was all around more stronger and faster but was only being pinned down by the blade.
    In response to the disdainful smirk Jaemin only smiled, content.