Cold Sweat | ljs & lsy
Cold sweat clung to his skin, the thin fabric of his shirt clinging to his body as he staggered through the hallway of Sungyeol’s building, tears carving tracks down his cheeks, blurring his vision. His chest tightened as he held back his broken sobs, barely registering the fact his feet were bare, the only articles of clothing on his body being the shirt, drenched in chilled sweat, and his sweats, heavy and hot around his legs.
Nightmares weren’t something Jongsuk was unfamiliar with, however they usually remained the same - hazy and incoherent, something about his parents, and love, though this time had been different.
Death, for Jongsuk, was extremely distressing, and when paired with someone he loved - it was enough to leave him with a crack in his soul, distressed for days, constantly checking up on them to make sure they were still alive. So, when Jongsuk had fallen asleep earlier that night, covers drawn over his head, cocooning himself in the warmth his bed brought, he’d not expected to fall asleep and be accosted by the images of Sungyeol at his feet, wrists slit, his crimson blood covering Jongsuk’s clothes and hands, sticky and thick.
He’d awoken with a scream, tears pouring down his cheeks.
Had Sungyeol done something stupid?
Arriving at the youngers apartment door he brought tight fists up against the wood, hammering hard and yelling for him to open the door, voice cracked with sobs and hiccups.
He’d probably wake the neighbours, but that was the last of his worries.
He simply had to make sure Sungyeol was okay.
That he was alive.
