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SVT NEXT DOOR | 18 ✓

SVT NEXT DOOR | 18

Areum's POV

(T/W: Maybe a little bit graphic description of death)

In my dream, Chanyoung appeared before me as a radiant, carefree young boy, his face beaming with joy. 

We were in a picturesque field of canola flowers, their vibrant yellow petals swaying in the gentle breeze. I watched him with a tender smile, overwhelmed by the desire for him to experience eternal happiness. I vowed to protect him, just as he had always protected me.

However, an inexplicable pain throbbed within me, as if thorns had woven themselves around my heart, pricking me until I bled dry. The idyllic scene shifted abruptly, and I found myself standing on the desolate side road—the very junction where I had discovered Chanyoung's lifeless body, pale and motionless in a pool of crimson.

A distant horn blared, shattering the silence, and my head snapped in the direction of the sound. There stood my little Chanyoung, his innocent smile unwavering, as he picked up a soccer ball from the middle of the road. Panic surged within me, and I screamed his name desperately, but he remained oblivious to my cries.

"Chanyoung!" I shrieked, my voice filled with raw hysteria, as a truck careened towards him, colliding with his fragile form. His body was flung several meters away from the impact, and I stood frozen, unable to comprehend the horror unfolding before my eyes.

Did he just...

Did he just die in front of me?

I was too late, incapable of moving, paralyzed by the overwhelming sense of helplessness. I needed to reach him. I needed to be by Chanyoung's side...

"J-Jungchan hyung..."

My gaze fixated on the figure on the ground, confusion etching across my face as I processed the name.

Chanyoung lay there, blood seeping from the crack in his skull, his eyes staring almost lifelessly into mine. But he wasn't calling out my name.

He was calling out for...

"Areum! Wake up!"

With a sharp intake of breath, I snapped back to reality. Disoriented, I surveyed my surroundings and found Aria, my friend, looking at me with deep concern from the side of my bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her brow furrowed in worry.

I buried my face in my hands, taking a few steadying breaths before responding, "I'm fine. Just feeling a little warm."

Aria continued to gaze at me, her worry evident, as she walked around the bed and opened the window, allowing a refreshing breeze to fill the room.

"I was frightened. You were shouting in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?" she inquired, perching herself on the edge of the bed, her eyes assessing me with care.

"Not always. It's been a while since I've had nightmares about my little brother since he passed away," I replied, a tinge of melancholy lacing my words. Aria nodded in understanding, acknowledging the weight of my loss.

Deciding to change the subject, I added, "I should take a shower. I'll see you in the kitchen."

Aria excused herself, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I headed for a refreshing shower. Half an hour later, we sat across from each other in silence, consuming our breakfast. It had been nearly a week since our spontaneous trip to Changwon to find Wonwoo.