seunggi can't remember the last time he had a nightmare — or, more realistically, he can't remember the last time a nightmare forced him awake in the middle of the night. while he'd never outright admit it, he'd grown quite good at hijacking his dreams (and, by extension, nightmares) and making them work in his favor. it was fun, really. gave him a sense of creativity and control that he was missing elsewhere. so, you can imagine his surprise when his method didn't work and, instead, he was consciously trapped in a bad dream. it was horrifying, honestly, contents of the dream aside. the whole experience was something like banging on a window, knowing there's people on the other side, and getting no response. he was mentally and physically distressed, both in the dream and out. he could only imagine himself looking similar to a puppy when they do that whole twitching and crying in their sleep thing — he hated the thought of it, hated how it was probably waking nate up (if it hadn't already). but there was nothing seunggi could do about it other than mentally sit in the corner and wait for it to be over. things didn't go smoothly. rather, he was chased right into his (purposely unmentioned) worst fear, forcing him awake with a quick jolt. he's sitting up in a matter of seconds, tears flooding his cheeks as his chest rises and falls like he'd just ran a marathon. it was a dream; it was just a dream is the only thing his mind can manage as he sits there alone for a moment, hands lifting to course through what is now a frantic mess of hair. the feeling of hands on his back makes him jolt again before he's relaxing into the touch at the realization that it's nate. he can't bring himself to look at him, to talk about what just happened. not right now, at least. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to wake you up," he half-heartedly (but genuinely apologetic) mumbles. he wants to tell his boyfriend he's fine, that he can go back to sleep but he's not an idiot. he knows full well that the one thing that could make him feel better right now is to get wrapped up in nate's arms, to let him melt away whatever it was that had seunggi acting like that at three in the morning. so while trying to keep up his silent facade that nothing was wrong, he leaned directly into the fact that something was definitely bothering him as he frantically pushed his frame against nate's. whatever tears were still scattering across his features were without a doubt absorbing into the fabric of their sheets and his shirt, but that was a problem for later. right now? all he's focused on is: "please stay with me. please."
