The Boys With Numbers As Names (Nine x OC)

The Dream

I kept reliving the moment in my head. The feeling of his lips on mine, how it made my heart beat in my chest. It was surprising, I wasn't expecting it, but I didn't mind that it happened. I liked it.

He didn't mention it, and I didn't want to either. If I tried I'd probably end up stuttering nervously and unable to get any words out.

That night, when I made it home, I dreamt a dream I've never had before, but it seemed so realistic like it had happened before. It didn't happen to me, it couldn't have.

First it started out with when I was with Nine, the both of us trying to stop the train from killing anyone. I had my hand on his shoulder, and he was holding his head in pain.

Then I saw something else. It was Nine, Twelve, and Five when they were young. Each of them small but still as brilliant as they were now.

I was running, but I wasn't actually there. A young Nine and Twelve were ahead of me, they were already climbing the fence to escape, and Five was running behind. She tripped, and the fire seemed to engulf her.

When I blinked I was in a new place. It was inside the institution they had been held at. Women dressed as nurses were talking to kids sitting on the floor, telling them they didn't deserve names because they weren't loved.

When I blinked again I was still at the institution, but everything looked old and burnt. Nine, Twelve and I were all there. I looked around at the destroyed land then when I turned back around Nine and Twelve were on the ground, blood dripping from their chests.

I ran over to them, kneeling between their bodies. Twelve was already dead, his eyes closed, but Nine was still breathing. He was just barely alive. I put pressure on his wounds but it kept bleeding.

"Nine, you can't die," I cried. "I need you-"

"No one needed me, that's why I did this. I deserve this death and you deserve to live. You were never apart of this, you never needed to be apart of this, so you can live"

"I can't, not without you. Don't you remember why I joined you? I have no one, my mom is rarely here too it's like she doesn't exist"

I kissed his lips, leaning my forehead against his, and he closed his eyes, speaking one last time. "Go, before you end up like us"

A fire grew from his body, and from Twelve's, making me jump away from them so I wouldn't get burned. A gun started shooting at me, forcing me to run away. I ran with tears sliding down my cheeks, until I tripped, just like Five did when she was young, and got engulfed in the flames.

I gasped awake, tears still dripping down my cheeks from the realistic nightmare. I picked up my phone, dialling Nine's number. I knew it was all a dream, made up in my head, but I wanted to make sure.

"Nine?" I ask over the phone in a shaky voice. "Can you... can you come over?"

I waited for him in my living room, pacing back and forth anxiously, answering the door right away when he arrived. I hugged him tightly when he closed the door, not letting him see my face. My hands clenched the back of his shirt.

"Jun?" He asked, his arms going around me. One of his hands rested on my head gently.

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered against his shirt.

"Why don't you go lie down?"

I moved away from him, my arms still around him, and looked into his eyes. "No, I don't want to sleep. I can't, I can't stop thinking about it"

He brushed his thumb over my tear stained  cheek. "I'll be here with you, I won't leave. Do you want to tell me about the dream you had?"

I told him, and he looked shocked. Saying it out loud made me realize that it was the dream he told me about, when he called me over to his house at 1 to talk to me about it.

"What's it supposed to mean? That I'm seeing your past? How is that possible?"

"I'm not sure. Anyway, go to bed, you'll feel better when you wake up"

He sat beside me while I fell back asleep. This time I didn't dream, which was good. When I woke up Nine wasn't there anymore, but I found him standing in the living room. He was staring out the big window that surveyed the tops of buildings and the city lights.

I wrapped my arms around him, laying my head on his back. He put one of his hands on top of mine, not moving to remove my arms.

"What do you think will happen to us? What will happen to the world?" I ask.

"We may die. The world might end up destroyed. But we will do what we have to do to show them what they've done. They need to know"

"Are you sure about this?"

"I know what I want to do. Are you?"

"I was sure in the beginning, now I don't know. I want to, but I'm scared"

"I'll be by your side if you do decide for sure"

"What if I say no?"

"I'll still be there if you need me, but not forever and always"

I sighed and let go of him, sitting on the couch. He remained by the window, staring out at the sun rising above the buildings.

"The point of existing is for those who notice you. I've learnt that in my time as a ballerina," I say. "Not everyone notices me, not for who I truly am, but you have. You don't see me as some ballerina"

He turned around and sat beside me. "I want you to stay. With me"

"... is what Twelve said before true? Do you like me because I look like her or because I'm not her?"

"I like you because your eyes are beautiful and they're your own. I like you because you're who I want to spend my time with"