The moon glowed — almost lonely — in the vacant sky as cars passed down the street, their lights blinding and then gone in a second.
You pulled your knees closer to your chest, resting your chin upon them. The surrounding silence broke as you let out a sigh of exasperation.
The apartment was already quiet by the time you got home from practice, assuming that everyone was already in bed.
Too drained — both physically and mentally — to prepare for bed and potentially disrupt Yeonjun's slumber, you decided to take refuge on the couch for the night.
But it happened again.
The movie in your head that you hadn't seen in so long. Purple petals, a helpless figure, the blackened void that fought against the white flash of lightning.
Except this time, you began in the white lightning. The once fresh and lively petals were dead and sound crisp under your feet.
But your hands: your palms tattooed with the blackened blood from your failed attempt to save him, dream-him.
Your body fell back, crushing the petals with a crunch as you squinted into the blinding whiteness. The environment was peaceful.
Succumbing to the quiet of this dreamland, you fluttered your eyes shut when suddenly, a force pressed down on your chest, knocking the wind out of you, tightening its grip around your throat.
The last image laid before was one of a giant, almost disfigured cat made of presumably the black liquid. The very liquid that stained your hands.
Now you sat upon the bay window — the one that let you admire the city you've grown fond of.
The one you found comforting — a distraction from spending too much time on things you can't understand.
You didn't think you'd need the sleep; practices would be more chill until evaluations again, and your counseling sessions will be back running as things go back to "normal"
And you couldn't finish that dream; you couldn't figure out what it could possibly mean other than some effect from your trauma.
The front door suddenly clicks open as your head spun to look at the figure in the door way.
"Y/N?" Yeonjun said quietly, hanging up his coat and dropping his bag before approaching you.
"Why are you up?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bay window, keeping his distance. The awkward tension between the two of you was still present, having not spoken too much in the past couple of weeks.
"Why are you getting home so late?"
He sighed, knowing well that you avoid the questions you either don't want to answer or have no answer to, "Planning some solo schedules soon."
You nodded your head, genuinely curious at his upcoming events.
"What are you planning to do?"
"You know I can't disclose too much information with you Y/N~" He teased, scooting a bit closer to you as you tightened your arms nervously.
"If I guess, can you confirm or deny it?" He nodded at your offer.
"Hmm.." You sat for a second, scouring your memory of his room and the pages of clothing upon them.
"Fashion collab?" Yeonjun looked taken aback as soon as the words left your lips.
Can she hear me? Yeonjun thought to himself, not understanding how you could've guess such a thing especially on the first try.
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New Rules | Choi Yeonjun TXT
Fanfictionaccording to greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. fearing their power, zeus spilt them into two separate parts condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. ~...
