💌 ( 1 ) 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 !
⤷ delivered to: @ilsyongju ! titled : safe in the dark.
tick. tock. tick. tock. tick. tock. tick. tock. tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
incessant.
9:02pm. it isn’t that late. there is still time to fall asleep.
tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. fuck.
he turns over in bed, eyes locking on the blue black out curtains. the street lighting is no match for the curtain, and nothing gets through. it’s pitch black in the bedroom. in the corner of his eye, he sees something standing next to his girl’s generation poster, and he sighs.
‘it isn’t real. it’s going to be fine, you’re going to fall asleep.’ he tells himself, shutting his eyes tight to no longer see the shape in the room. only, when he opens them again, there it is still.
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.
haneul’s heart starts to pump, panic starting to set in as it inches closer. it walks so slowly, haneul thinks it must have been at least ten minutes of watching it come toward him. his breath gets harder to find, and soon he’s coughing to stop himself from coughing. tears drop down his face and then its arms are reaching toward him, ‘why can’t i move?’ and then—
and then. nothing. there was never anything there.
9:06pm. he tries to calm his breath.
before he can make up another intruder, his hand is reaching for his phone, and he makes a call, voice small and scared. “i haven’t been able to sleep since— well, i didn’t sleep at all last night. i’m worried i’ll stay awake again,” a shaky breath, still calming himself. “can you come over...?”
without surprise, there is agreement. even less surprising is the doorbell ringing not long after they hang up.
“baby!” he says, sounding relieved for the first time since his last shift. yongju is pulled into a tight hug, one where haneul is burying himself into their shoulder, sighing happily as he takes in everything about them. her scent, her clothes, her warmth, everything that is theirs is so comfortable. “thank you, i thought—it’s not important, i just need you, fuck, man!”