@mkxminah
Joonki shivered at the cold sweat sliding down his back and he patted at the covers beside him. Empty. The bed was empty and his breath caught in his throat, eyes flying open only to confirm that the bed was, indeed, empty. “Minah?” It came out as more of a mumble of confusion, fingers curling in the soft sheets as he slowly forced himself to sit up. Empty. The bed was empty when he specifically remembers nearly being pushed to the floor by his girlfriend earlier.
Maybe he didn’t dream it up. Maybe he wasn’t pulled awake by a nightmare that she went back on her word and left him with nothing but a now repairable broken heart. Maybe it was a memory instead he was just trying to repress for his own good.
Bare feet on the floor, Joonki sucked in a breath, pushing the covers away and turning his back on the empty side of the bed. No. She wasn’t gone. She didn’t leave. He’s hoping to whoever will listen that she didn’t leave just like she had stormed out in his terrible nightmare. “Minah?” Joonki is a bit louder in calling her this time, padding out into the hallway and eyes frantically searching for her, breath coming just a little shorter for each second he couldn’t find her.
“Min-- oh.” A rush of warm relief flooding through him the tense line of his shoulders relaxed and he was crossing the floor to slide his arms around her waist in a matter of seconds, nose burying in her shoulder, taking a deep breath. “There you are.” Came his shaky mumble.