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03:29
room : floor three hallway
people : yanmei
condition : cannot sleep

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trudging down the hall, i sigh softly.

i can't sleep without having nightmares

again.

this is great, it's like i'm a child who had a nightmare about dinosaurs chasing them.

but instead the dinosaur is my stupid little brother. fan-freaking-tastic.

but he's dead, so why am i having nightmares?

the sound of my footsteps echo throughout the hall with music emitting at a soft volume. i sigh again and put my hands in my sweater's pockets.

"yanmei?"

i spin around and see nice. "oh, good morning nice," i greet softly.

he walks to me with his hands on the back of his head, "why are you still awake?" he asks, taking out his phone to check the time. "oh damn. it's this late already?"

"got bored with what i was reading once i went to my room," i lie and turn off my music while taking my headphones off. i stuff my phone and headphones into my pocket. "i thought walking would help me get sleepy," i say.

"me and the boys were playing downstairs but most of them fell asleep," he mentions. "i didn't think it was this late yet. i thought it was around midnight," nice says and brings his hands to the back of his neck.

"i was wondering why i heard screaming earlier," i smile. "walk with me to the common room?"

nice nods his head in agreement, "yea, sure."

we start walking together and walk into the common room at the end of the hallway. nice sits down on the couch while i scrunch up on one of the chairs.

"screen on," nice commands. a projector turns on and projects the television channel onto a white sheet that is hung up on one of the walls.

"in the latest report..." a news reporter starts speaking about one of the many riots that have been occurring lately.

"another riot?" nice questions.

"they've been shutting water lines in one of the cities near by. it's been causing a wreck but i think we'll be fine here," i make a comment. "mute," i command and the television's volume goes to zero. nice looks at me and pouts, "there's still subtitles on the screen." i point to the scrolling white text on the bottom of the screen.

"true," he agrees. "hey, thank you for helping us again. i know its a hassle but seriously, thank you." he says to me.

"you know that i'll always help you guys, there's no need to thank me every time something happens," i comment.

he shrugs his shoulders, "i just always do that." he looks at the projected channel and sighs heavily, "more gangs are getting onto the news lately. most of them aren't close to us which is good on our part. we don't need to deal with more people."

i nod my head and look at the screen, "yea, i guess they're all starting to riot too."

silence occurs between the two of us for a minute before nice breaks it, "so about earlier, i'm really sorry again about taeyong. i think stuff really has been building up for him."

"it's fine," i respond. "worst has happened and it definitely wasn't the first time i've had weapons drawn on me."

"some of your other customers i assume?" he asks.

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"yanmei? hey. yanmei."

i suddenly see nice sitting on the coffee table, facing me with a look of concern, "what were you thinking about just now?"

"i'd prefer not to talk about it," i shake my head and adjust how i'm sitting.

"you sure? talking might help a bit," he suggests.

i scoff with a slight smile, "i wish it would, but i doubt it will." looking at the projected screen, "no one would want to know what i was thinking about just now."

"if you say so, but i'm here if you need someone to talk to." i notice him stand up, "well, i think i'm going to get some sleep. i'll see you later yanmei." he starts walking towards the doorway.

"okay, good morning."

"huh?" he turns back around, "oh right." he laughs, "good morning." he walks out of the room while waving his hand above his head.

i listen to his footsteps and hear the elevator ringing and the doors opening. seconds later, the doors close and i scrunch up in the chair. "music on," i speak and music starts to play from the speakers. the news channel goes into a commercial while music starts to fill the room.

"y-yanguo killed our siblings," i whisper with a stutter. and with that, relief hits me and i lay my head on the chair.

well seoul, you probably won't get your answer verbally from me. i said it once and i don't think i'll say it again.

as the news channel comes back on, i start watching and reading the subtitles while the music being played continues to progress.

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04:09
room : floor three common room
people : yanmei
condition : cannot sleep

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