Lucid Dreams

You're going to wake up," a voice murmurs. "And he won't be there."

Jeongguk tries to move, tries to scream, but the pressure holds him down, suffocating, his voice trapped in his throat. Panic surges as he forces himself awake. He jerks upright with a broken gasp, breath uneven as the room comes into focus.

"Taehyung-"
The space beside him is empty.
The pillow is indented, the blanket still warm, but there's no arm around him and no steady breathing. The silence presses in, heavy and wrong, his pulse pounding in his ears.

"Taehyung..." he calls again, voice cracking.
No answer.
That voice echoes in his head, overlapping with the quiet.
/He'll leave you here./

And the thought settles in, sharp and terrifying...
Taehyung isn't there.