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DREAM.

'When was it, I started having these memories that I can remember nothing of?'

The alarm rung loudly, startling Tony awake abruptly, causing him to smack his head on the windowsill edge sitting above him.

Sweat poured down his face, his eyes wide, his breath heavy and uneven from his recent dream.
"His face..." Tony muttered, rubbing his eyes roughly before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, "...Who, are you?"

"Oi, Tony!" Heejun called out from behind the door, banging on it childishly, "It's past nine, you'll be late!"

"Mm, I'll be out in a minute," Tony responded flatly, not moving an inch, still confused. It wasn't the first time he'd dreamt of this, this person.
And each time he had a dream that involved them, he stressed himself out, trying his hardest to remember even the slightest fragment of who they were.
He had memories of them, he even remembered being hugged by them once, but for some reason, Tony couldn't remember that person's name or face, and it was starting to get to him.

Tony sighed deeply and stood up, quickly getting dressed and ready for school, listening to Heejun hum a tune on the other side of the door.

"Okay, I'm ready," Tony said, opening the door and stepping out next to a very smiley Heejun.

"Finally!" Heejun exclaimed, "Let's hurry, we're already late!"

—

The school bell rang, causing the dozen students left in the classroom to stand up and dash out to lunch break. Tony however, remained seated, lost in his own thoughts, not able to shake this morning's dream from his mind.

'Tony.'

He heard someone call his voice.

"Oi, An Tony!"

"... Huh?" Tony snapped out it, looking up to his friends.

"Come on, class already ended, what's up with you?" Jaewon asked, leaning on Tony's desk slightly, his hair hanging loosely over his eyes as he pouted.

Tony glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, "Ah, right, sorry."
He stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulder and headed to leave the classroom.

"What is it now?" Chilhyun asked, sighing in agitation as his dazed friend paused at the door and looked back at a desk.

"... Has that seat always been empty?"

"What?" Heejun questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"That seat, at the front of the classroom, has it always been empty?"

"..."

Tony glanced at his friends, whose expressions were all blank. Almost, too blank.

"Hey, you're kinda starting to scare me..." Tony laughed forcefully, taking a few steps back from his friends.

"..."

"Guys, why won't you answer me?"

The wind blew loudly outside, rain pouring down the glass windows, the trees swaying back and forth. The silence was deafening, but most of all, it held a small sense of danger, and Tony didn't like it.
Was he imagining it? Was he still in a dream? Tony couldn't tell, but the expressions his friends were wearing, they stirred up fear inside of him.
It wasn't like them, it was as if they'd been told to stop feeling for a moment.

"I don't know," Jaewon spoke suddenly, but it was flat. Emotionless. Almost like a programmed response, "I think there was someone there once. I don't know. Let's go."

He left the room, Chilhyun and Heejun following behind him, still wearing those empty expressions.

"What the fuck..." Tony let out the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding, letting himself fall onto a desk tabletop.

"What the fuck."

He reiterated, confused. He didn't know what his current feeling was, but he knew it wasn't good, and he wanted it gone, "I don't like this. I don't like it here."

Tony shook his head, trying to compose himself, "I need to get home."

He snatched his bag from the floor and dashed out the classroom and down the corridors.

'I need to get out of here.'

'I need to go home.'

( this is rlly shit it sounded
better in my head 😐 )