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☾:It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
❝ Chorong was quietly walking through the streets late at night. The busy noise of the city settled into simple background static as the girl walked down the street, a simple bag around her wrist and her phone in her hand. She looked around enjoying the view and the luxurious buildings that surrounded her. Seoul was a wonderful place. After traveling to many different places she thought that being in a town like this brought her peace of mind. A low growl came as a surprise, shocking her out of her contemplation. ❞
Chorong twisted in her sleep, her back and neck arching, one hand a fist clutched over her heart, the other clawing at the tangled bedclothes. Her breathing was shallow, her chest heaving as she struggled to pull air into her lungs.
❝ She walked a few more feet when she saw a young looking man standing not far from her, he did not seem to notice her presence as she drew near. He scooted backwards until he hit the wall and took in a breath, hand pressed against the back of his head as he slowly slid down the wall to the ground. He seemed to be in pain. Her eyes widened as she recognized his features. She made a quick decision and rushed over to kneel next to him. "Hey, Sunggyu oppa! Are you alright?" She stared at him for several seconds before reaching out to grab him by the shoulder, turning his body around. The light from his eyes started to face, and his mouth opened, blood pouring out, his lips forming one two words. Save me. ❞
Her eyes finally opened, wide with panic, staring around the room as if she could still see the scene from her nightmare, her lashes dark and spiked with tears. One tiny hand flew to his wrist, keeping his fingers pressed to her side, but her other hand stayed fisted against her chest and her breathing still came in tiny, frantic gasps. The dream had sunk icy claws into her, driving in fear and panic until her lungs constricted.
"Sunggyu. I need to — " She began, her words falling from her lips in a flood of worry and desperation. She reached for her phone and dialed his number with trembling fingers. "Sunggyu." Chorong repeated, her voice a wavering whisper against the sound of the number being dialed. As it rang, almost methodically, she felt it again, the fear, absolute terror, spreading through her.
"Chorong?" His voice on the other line almost pushed her over the edge, and she shut her eyes tightly, trying to block the panic that seemed to blurr her visions. Another breath, and Chorong’s chest rose and fell beneath her hand. Each breath steadier than the last, and with each one the fluttering pulse under her fingertips grew calmer as the pounding of her heart slowed. “You’re alright,” she murmured, taking her hand away from her chest to smooth the sweat darkened hair from her forehead. "You’re alright .."
