Twice one-shots :)

Simulacrum | DubChaeng

Dahyun took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the smoggy air of the city. No matter how bad it smelt and no matter how much pollution there was, she loved the feeling as the cool air rushed into her lungs and then back out again. She smiled slightly as she felt the breeze produced by the cars rushing by and when she watched the dark clouds swarm over the eastern skies, threatening to pour. She loved it on the streets of Busan.

She loved it especially when she was at her favourite restaurant with her most favourite person in the whole world. She looked over to the girl sitting in front of her and flashed a smile. Chaeyoung smiled back, her dimples appearing and making Dahyun's heart flutter.

"What?" Chaeyoung asked as she moved her chopsticks to take another mouthful of ramen. Dahyun chuckled and shook her head softly.

"Nothing. You're just so cute!" Chaeyoung rolled her eyes as she slurped her noodles. It was moments like these Dahyun wished would never end. Just the two of them. Nothing notable. No conversation. Just the sounds of the cars and the busy city streets and the slurping of noodles. Their eyes filled with each other and their stomachs full of good food. Dahyun felt completely content. Perfectly happy.

"Hey, Dubu, I have a question." Chaeyoung placed down her chopsticks and looked at Dahyun with a serious expression.

"Shoot." Dahyun leaned on the table and rested her head in her hands, ready to listen. Chaeyoung paused for a moment, as if thinking deeply, then she opened her mouth to speak.

"Have you ever thought about life... and that sometimes it can be just... you know, too perfect? Like, what if it's all just a dream?" Dahyun's mouth went dry. "What if we're living in some sort of computer programme designed with infinite probabilities, but sometimes someone's pulling the strings from the other end? Like a god who wants to play a game. Controlling someone's existence and everything they do." Dahyun felt sick. "I mean, sometimes I just feel like I don't have any free will. I don't want to believe in fate, but I feel like everything has been predetermined by a god, or a programme or whatever. Sometimes, I just don't feel real. You know what I mean?"

Dahyun paused for a moment, trying to fight her emotions to speak clearly.

"I think I get it." Was all she was able to say. "We've gotta get going. We told the others we'd meet them at the park." She stood.

Chaeyoung looked annoyed at first that her thoughts had been completely dismissed, then reluctantly stood and took Dahyun's hand. They began to walk down the street when something pulled against Dahyun's head, forcing her to halt. 

That's when she began to cry.

Chaeyoung sprung into action, holding her close and rubbing her back.

"Dahyun, it's all going to be ok." She said. "We'll get through it together."

Dahyun sobbed at that and pushed Chaeyoung away harshly.

"FUCK THIS." She cried. A look of hurt flashed across Chaeyoung's face in the split second before Dahyun pulled the plug from the back of her neck and the world of Busan disappeared, replaced with a square room painted a stark white.

It was empty.

"Fuck this." Dahyun said again, more quietly this time. She sunk to her knees.

"I have to do this alone. I have to get over you alone."

A/N: I wonder what happened? ;)

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