❝We’re not gonna hurt you.❞
She was running. It was a dark night, and what she assumed was grass brushed against her bare feel carelessly. She was running and there wasn’t any sort of indication that the landscape around her had shifted. She was running away from someone.
Two voices. Two voices were chasing her. They didn’t have a face, a body—but they were terrifyingly beautiful. So she ran. In a place she had no idea of where it was, she ran until something rather sticky (it’s not blood, it’s not blood, it’s not blood) was felt on her feet, until her legs started shaking oh-so-slightly. Her steps started to falter, sweat running down her spine as she got closer to what seemed like a huge…tree.
It wasn’t there when the chase happened— if there was a chase to start with. It was all more of Seulmi running away from whoever those people were. A strange fit of chuckles —terrified ones, the kind of laughter that arrives once there's relief after a complicated moment, but a laughter nonetheless— escaped from the blonde haired's mouth, before she practically collapsed against the wooden surface of that tree. With eyes fluttering closed, she allowed herself to let a sigh of relief, the pace of her ragged breath slowly starting to turn into a normal one.
Two sets of bright teeth and carmesi lips laughed at her, after what seemed like hours of peace. The message was clear. You can't escape us, you can't escape us. A hand was placed on top of Seulmi's hair, and her eyes opened, looking arround completely terrified. The hand pulled her hair in a harsh motion, and her mouth opened to let out a chilling scream. Her back was now pressed against the tree in a rather painful way, and her screams never seemed to stop. Gasping for air, Seulmi shook herself awake and confirmed her surroundings.
She was at Jiho's studio. It was all a dream. fantasy, fantasy, fantasy.