"In her dreams I see her pain, her tears, and hopes all fade away."
"In his dreams I see his hopes blossom into present life."
•Soulmate au
-soulmates see dreams of partner and can communicate telepathically
Park Jisung fanfic
☆ ☆ ☆ Oh, I've been deceiving myself Oh, the moment I wake up from the dream I've endured Oh, I feel the light flooding in Leventar• Stray Kids ☆ ☆ ☆
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Heiryung awoke with her head pounding as her alarm clock seemed to drive a wooden stake into the middle of her forehead.
"Shut the fuck up you cunt," she growled as she shoved the beeping clock off her nightstand, sending it and a small stack of school books crashing to the ground.
"Oh shit."
Shifting around in her bed, Heiryung forced herself to sit, her head spinning as a wave of nausea hit.
The dizziness wasn't getting any better, and she continued to feel weaker and weaker every day.
Heiryung got out of bed with a grumble, a bit of post vomit coming up in her throat as she suppressed a gag.
She threw on her uniform and went to her window, doing her daily routine of jumping out her window.
When she landed she immediately fell on her face, her backpack weighing her weak body down.
Groaning she attempted to pick herself up.
It took five minutes.
By the time she was at the bus bench Ten was already waiting for her.
"Took you fucking long enough," he said grabbing her bag and helping her inside the car. "Don't think it's a good idea for you to be going but whatever."
Heiryung only nodded, any words that left her mouth sent the room spinning.
The ride was silent, only soft music playing off of the radio.
Ten pulled in front of the school, but didn't unlock the car.
"Heiryung," he said looking at her in the eyes, "you can tell us anything. Don't push yourself to much, your just 16, we care about you as if you were our own child. Don't isolate yourself when there are people who want to help you."
Heiryung paused.
Was this what Jisung had been trying to say?
No.
She let her insecurities take over her mind once more as she meekly nodded and opened the door, dragging her backpack out with her as it seemed to weigh her down.
Her steps were staggered and not straight, sending her rushing to the railing to hold herself as people stared.
