𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑼𝑵𝑨ꨄ

𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼. 𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴

My eyes shot open tears still freshly visible on my face, I looked around and...I was still in my room...? I rush out trying to find Tae, this can't be a dream as much as I hope as it, it felt to real, its to clear to be dream. Without knocking I burst into Taehyung's room, but there is no one in there, as if on cue the door bell repeatedly rang, feeling the desperation I ran to the door, opening to see my hyung crouching on the ground hand still ringing the door bell, his wailing full of such pain and grief, his tears decorating the wool gray welcome mat. The ringing of the door bell got me out of my trance, I immediately bent over to give him a hug, his skin sickeningly cold, giving him my body warmth as I swung his arm over my shoulder to bring him to the couch, after seeing his legs giving out. Gently placing him on the couch, I rush to get him a glass of water in the hope to calm him down, as I offer it his painful wailing dies down and turns to heavy sniffles but not completely stopping.                                                          He gulped down the water entirely, his heavy sniffles getting in his way as he tried to force out words, the sentences that followed made my heart race.

"I saw it! M-mom and dads d-death! The S-Site! S-shooting! I-I swear! Please! Please b-believe m-me"                                                                                                                                                                            

His hiccups and sniffles turned into loud sobs. My tears that were once shimmering atop my eyes were soon glazing my soft skin. I didn't understand how this was possible, that wasn't my imagination, I know that for sure. Glancing over at my hyung seeing his broken state, eyes blood shot, hair a mess, uneven breathing, how had we both experience the same thing, it's impossible for it to be a coincidence, but what else could he possibly call it, what else could it possibly be. He sat beside his brother, deciding that before he could understand he needed to calm  his brother down, he needed to comfort him even if he needed that comfort, he needed to show that he believed, he needed to be a shoulder that the older could cry on, like how once the older let him cry, supported him, he wanted to do the same, be someone his brother could lean on.

"Shh hyung... I believe you. Don't worry hyung, I don't think you're crazy. Lets talk this out but first please calm down, I may not be the best at comforting people but I hate seeing you cry"

After these words escape my lips he looks towards me, shocked probably because I didn't question his sanity, what he doesn't know is that here I am questioning my own sanity. While I was putting up a strong front anxiety was taking over me, how was I supposed to tell hyung, he looked so broken I can't hurt him more? I gave him a reassuring smile trying to tell him it's alright, a few minutes later he was sound asleep. As the thoughts of what happened replayed in my mind, I slowly broke down, this was to much to handle, feeling too much pressure building up, I let my tears slip, finally letting everything out.

After crying for a while I decided to get myself together so I could wake my hyung up, well I decided that about an hour ago. Right now I am standing in the kitchen...burnt pans with raw pancakes, syrup spilt over the kitchen counter and a bit of the orange juice dripping from the counter to the floor. His hyung was definitely going to kill him. Another half an hour of cleaning the mess up and throwing things out I settled on making a simple sandwich and CAREFULLY pouring juice in a glass to take it to Tae.

Before going to hyungs room, I gather my thoughts. Paranoid. I feel paranoid. How am I supposed to tell him that the nightmare he had experienced was the same thing I had, yet even if everything is still clear it was a dream. He finally picked himself up.

Yeah it was a dream. One he never wanted to have in his memories. A dream. A nightmare.

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