The world of sleep is where I seem to feel the safest. Where no one can affect what happens to me, only I can. Sometimes dreams are good and sometimes their bad, but either way, they're better than the real world. Where pain is the master of everyone and emotions reign supreme. I've recently noticed that all we do is run on emotions, its our only fuel. We want relationships for the emotions it gives us, we do the stupidest crap just to feel a certain way, and we want to make other people feel things too. Its what we do, it's who we are. No matter what gender, sexuality, location, language, race, or religion could change that about us. It's what we have that makes us human, it's what makes every unique individual the same. This halfway version of life is where I am currently, but these dreams are different. They're lucid and I can't control myself. It's as if the outer world has started to influence them too. And suddenly I'm drowning in it. Not being able to breathe but knowing I am, not being able to speak but being able. It's the worst type of pain. It makes me claw at my consciousness for surrender, begging for a chance to leave. And suddenly sleep isn't the safest, it only makes me worse. If not for a comfort place, then what have I got? A door opens in my mind and I take it, sitting up and taking deep breaths of air. The feel of water still runs over my skin and down my lungs, but only its not. I throw myself up and off the bed, running towards the door. Throwing it open, I run aimlessly through the hallways. I feel like I can't breathe in here, the concrete upon concrete makes each corridor look identical and I stop. 'I don't know where I am' I think to myself. My heartrate increases as the realization dawns on me. Running is now absolutely pointless if I don't have a destination. Slowly sliding down the closest wall, I lay my head in my arms. I don't have any way to get out of here, or to get out of this mess. Why did I have to run away from him? Why didn't he stop me? How will he find me? Each question pounds like a hammer against my heart and a silent tear rolls down my cheek. Suddenly, a sharp pain resounds in my chest, causing me to clutch at it. My breath comes in short and I fall over onto my side, now only concerned with the pain in my chest. My vision goes black with the feeling. It gets more painful each coming second, but soon I hear the slap of running shoes. I try to push through the pain to say something, anything. Nothing comes out, the feeling overtakes me. A hand touches my shoulder and the pain subsides as quickly as it arrived. When my vision clears a worried Jimin is lying over me, staring down. His mouth moves but his voice makes no noise. He stops trying to speak and picks me up off the floor, pulling me deep into his chest. A few words float into my ears in a hush. "I'm sorry" and I lose consciousness again.


 I wake back up in Jimin's room again. I try to sit up, but arms push me right back down. "You're not ready for that" I hear him say. "Why not" mumbled out my mouth, my voice scratches like I'm sick. "Wh..what happened." I whisper. "We couldn't find you, it'd been over twelve hours and we searched and searched. I... I got desperate. There's one thing I didn't tell you about the bonding. When it's absolutely necessary, they can send out signals to find each other. The problem with that is for the sender, the pain is barely registered. But for the receiver, the pain is immense. To find the other, the bond surges pain through the strings and it is received at the other end. Although while the pain is flowing, the sender can tell where the other is. I... I'm so sorry. I... I couldn't think of what else to do. I wanted, needed to find you." He says, gentle sobs starting to escape his lips. I slowly roll onto my side and pull him into me. I know that emotions don't work on other empaths, but I want him to feel my love and appreciation. I imagine it spreading outwards from my heart and across my skin, I will it to absorb into him.


"H... how are you doing that?" he says, pulling his head out of his hands to look at me.

"Do what?"

"I can feel you, your emotions. How are you doing that?"

"I just wanted you to feel happy"

He pulls me closer. "Y..you do love me??" He asks. "What?" He hums lightly into my neck. "I can feel it, I can feel how you feel. Its so happy and loving, you love me I can sense it." He says. Suddenly, a surge of love rushes into me causing me to gasp. "Did I do it?" He asks. "Do what?" I return. "I wanted you to feel how much I love you. Can you feel it?" He says. I nod against him lightly and he squeezes my waist tighter. "I never want to leave this spot again, I never want to miss you or let you out of my sight. You mean so much to me, you have meant that much to me for as long as I can remember. I did everything I could for you, but I was just too scared to tell you how I truly felt, and about how I wanted us to be more than friends." He says. "I... I can feel that" I say. And I can, with every word and every heartbeat I can feel the meaning behind them. The emotions pound me like a train, and the happiest tear I've ever shed slowly runs down my face. I never believed that anyone in my life loved me, not in the slightest. Tae and Jimin had always been my friends, but love was such a strong word. . I don't say anything, and neither does he. The emotions just flow in between us. 

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