Bullets | Lee Taeyong • Mafia AU •

09

Taeyong turned over in his sleep, wondering where the silent sobs erupted from in his dream. Why would anyone cry in this place? It was a utopia full of hopes and dreams, unlike the real world. That was, until he realised that they were not coming from his dream. They were very real.

He jolted up, surprised it took a light sleeper like him so long to wake. He took a mental note to work on that, he could not risk being asleep during an attack. His eyes darted across the room, his quick mind grasping onto the situation even in his groggy state. There was a girl on his bed, curled up into a ball as if that would protect her from whatever was making her eyes leak waterfalls.

Slowly and tentatively getting up, trying not to scare her awake, he walked to her squirming figure, not knowing what to do. As someone who always knew what to do and even told others what to do, he was surprisingly dumbfounded in this situation.

He poked her softly from a distance, afraid she would lash out, but she took no notice, instead, her cries got almost louder. Panicking now, the male looked around frantically, as though something in this room could help him. He certainly couldn't shoot her, he thought as his eyes skimmed over his gun, nor could he give her a dagger.

Carefully, Taeyong settled himself onto the bed and slightly pulled her up, awkwardly rubbing her arm in the most comforting way he could with his rough, calloused hands. She shivered, but seemed to calm down slightly. Encouraged by her reaction, he began to whisper soothingly to her.

Y/N shook as she saw her body. Tears streamed down her face, she was too used to seeing this, over and over, seeing the life leave the other's eyes, seeing her gasp for breath as the bright scarlet stained the rough grey pavement below her rapidly.

But something was different for the first time since these dreams had begun. Someone else was there, almost holding her. A voice, seemingly softer than cotton, was saying something she couldn't make out. She strained her ears curiously to finally hear the words.

"It's going to be okay. It'll be alright, I'm here."

As the words continued, she could feel herself slowly regaining consciousness. It felt like she was being yanked out from the pit and thrown harshly back into reality, like someone had doused her in ice cold water. Her eyes opened, frowning and confused to see the last person she expected to see. "Taeyong?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to." The man jumped up from the bed, taking his warmth with him, leaving her freezing despite the thick blanket draped on her. His nose had a tinge of red on it. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?" She questioned, averting her eyes and staring at the ceiling. This was why she didn't want to fall asleep in the same room as him.

"Your dream nightmare thing. You don't have to if you're uncomfortable." He added quickly, ruffling his hair as he stood beside the bed, glad for the first time that she wasn't looking at him.

She turned to him standing there in his long grey sweats and an oversized shirt that hung off his shoulders and ended at his thighs. He looked like a child, so innocent and confused, his hair even stuck up at odd angles like he hadn't bothered with it in his haste. "I owe it to you." Y/N finally breathed out and her eyes reverted back to the ceiling. "I usually take a medicine before I sleep because of this, but because of the way I was brought here-" Taeyong shuffled uncomfortably. "I couldn't bring it, it has a lot of shitty side effects so I should stop using it but it's the only thing that stops me from seeing her."

"Seeing who?" He inquired, tilting his head half in interest, half in concern. Her eyes finally turned to meet his with a sharp, piercing stare.

"My dead sister."