SOFT BUN || markhyuck

33.

Laughter.

The kind that made my heart skip a beat.

Physical contact.

Someone climbed on top of me.

Giggles.

I opened my eyes to the ever bright room by the morning sunlight. The kind that doesn't annoy you when you wake up. The kind that's just there; lighting the room. Or anything you plan on looking at when you set your gaze on it. Or them.

I blinked the blurriness out of my eyes, adjusting to the change of brightness.

Ruffling.

Someone hiding behind the sheets they threw on themselves.

Fetched my knees up, pushing them from the back with the help of my hips as they sat on my pelvis.

The sheet now over me, head under the white ruffles.

They.

No...

He.

He slid the cover off my face ever so slightly, smile widening as he came in view.

Haechan.

My delicate boy in white.

Both hands on the soft surface of the fluffy pillows each side of my head. I tried to touch him, to see if he's real, just to make sure that he's alive. I realized I couldn't. I couldn't move my hands. I turned to the side, glaring at my hands tied to the bed, then back to him on top of me.

The warmth of his skin directly felt with mine. Was he not wearing anything?

He noticed my struggle to get free and leaned down, lips over mine, inches apart. When he spoke, I felt the softness on mine.

'I got you, hyungie,' referred to my tied hands, laughing, he sat back up. His white shirt barely on him due to the one-button. 'You're mine,' he whispered, running his finger over my lip. I kissed it.

Leaned right over me this time. Laying on top, elbows kept nicely on the sheets above my shoulders. When our eyes made contact, the corner of his lips moved up even further as if it was possible.

His feet rubbing against mine, as I did not protest being so vulnerable right now. 'Hi,' he whispered, so the mountains and skies do not get jealous.

'Hi, baby,' I gulped the lump in my throat, muttering the first words.

For a while silence enveloped between us, only the morning birds, his breath on my neck interrupted. I wished for a miracle to set my hands free, every ounce of my body wanted to just have him sit astride me, arms wrapped around my neck, mine around his waist, pressing his body against mine, skin on skin, lips on his neck, enjoying the signs of pleasure that left his lips after each bite, each suck, each lick, and each kiss.

That's when it hit me.

This wasn't real.

This couldn't be.

I left him.

I left him there; wounded, hurt, and broken. 

'Minhyung?' he spoke again.

'You're not real,' I saw the glimpse of light die down in his eyes, frown taking upon his face, as he sat back up, this time on the side of the bed.

Bang, bang, bang.

The door shook by the force. We both flinched.

'here comes daddy,' deep, rusty voice spoke from the other side.

Bang, bang, bang...

This time it kept continuing with the blows.

'Hyungie,' haechan scooted closer, knees fetching up in his arms. chin trembling.

'Baby,' I felt my voice shake 'you gotta open my hands,'

Haechan shook his head, fingers clenched his hair. Before I had another chance to speak, the door flew open, the darkness crawled hungrily, taking over the light. Seconds later it surrounded us from everywhere.

Haechan screamed.

I turned him, hands reached out the black emptiness, holding each limb of his body. 'Minhyung,' he muttered, afraid.

His white shirt covered with oozing black stuff, 'Minhyung!' he screamed one last time before it took him in it.

'No! Haechan!'

I woke up.

Bangs on the door receiving my attention, I launched towards it, opening it wide, only to come face-to-face with Hana. Aunties daughter.

I was still lost in thoughts as to what I just dreamt about that I physically shuddered when he spoke. 'Dinner,' she pointed to the stairs with her thumb fingers clenched, 'Dinners ready,'

I nodded, shooing her away, still trying to get my head around what happened.

Did something bad happen to him?

Whose voice was that?

here comes daddy-

Katsu?