Dream

Chapter 8

Song recommendation:  Down by Jason Walker

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Yoongi didn't know what happened but he sure he was in a dream. Or, in a nightmare to be exact. He didn't know how the nightmare started but right now he was running away from something. He didn't know what he was running away from but his mind yelled at him to run.

He didn't know where he was running, or which direction he was going towards. He was just running aimlessly, all the while trying to get up from this dream.

After running for a while, he did the mistake of stop running. Instantly, so many hands gripped onto Yoongi's body. Yoongi's eyes widen as he tried to run, but those hands held him firmly in his place. Some hands wrapped around his throat, slowly cutting of his oxygen supply. Yoongi let out choking noise; tears of pain rolling down his face. He tried to run, but he couldn't.

Yoongi felt the number of hands, grasping onto him, increase in number. His body slowly covered up with them. He tried to fight them, but the more he shook the hands off his body, the more took its place.

He internally begged himself to wake up; screaming even though his throat hurt.

Yoongi woke up gasping for air. He so badly scraped his neck, trying to get the lingering feeling of those hands off him. He sobbed quietly, his body still in the shock from getting choked to death.

Before he could get up from his bed, his eyes drooped close and sleep took over once again.

Yoongi looked around, finding himself back in that dark place. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Everything felt so real. All the nightmares. Yoongi didn't know anymore if he was dreaming or if it was real. He wondered if he had developed Maladaptive daydreaming disorder. But, then why would he dream of something so cruel?

He couldn't explain why everything felt so real...

He wanted nothing more than to just curl up and fall asleep and never wake up again.

Each thought is a battle...

Each breath was a war,

And Yoongi wasn't sure if he was winning any more...

"Mister, you shouldn't think things like that" The same voice from his previous dream echoed through the darkness.

With much effort, Yoongi looked around his eyes finally fell upon the owner of the voice. However, Yoongi couldn't see his face. It was like his brain intentionally wouldn't let him see the face. Yoongi was used to this experience before. The same happened with Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin. He couldn't remember the faces, only remembered a special feature about them.

Every time, Yoongi tried looking up at the boy's face, his eyes felt droopy and on the verge of closing.

The boy's glowed in the dark, a  faint halo around him. His shine was warm and bright like the sun but it felt more homely feeling to it. Unlike, the sun which always felt so far.

Sometimes, Yoongi would compare Hoseok's personality to the sun. But this boy was different.

Everyone though of Hoseok as the sun, but this boy felt much more...intimate.

Like a feeling of home only Yoongi could experience.

The boy walked up to him and sat with crossed-leg beside Yoongi, "You still couldn't find your friends?"