Seok: *Laughing softly, he lowered his hands to pull Fuchsia close by his hips, kissing him again in a sweet embrace. Ah, sorry, happy tears. *Smiling against his lips, he rubbed their noses together happily.
*Sang fell quietly into a dream in his unconscious state, finding himself alone in the club he was just dancing in. The music had stopped, the room having grown eerily silent save for the soft sounds of his shoes tapping the floor. Glancing around the empty space, he wrinkled his nose in slight disgust.
*Cups, confetti, all sorts of club nonsense littered the dimly-lit dance floor. Frowning, the idol took a long sip of the teal drink glowing in his glass as he surveyed the damage. The liquid burned a bit on the way down but otherwise seemed to be the most normal thing about the room.
*Shifting his gaze to the mirrors cluttering the walls, he caught a glimpse of himself for the first time. Neon paint in the shape of handprints covered nearly every inch of his body, and his eyes burned a dull blue. And as if on cue, an unsettling feeling wormed its way under his skin, making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
*There, in the mirror, he realized he wasn’t completely alone. No, he was in fact surrounded by all of his closest friends and allies on all sides. Dark silhouettes lying in broken, crumpled heaps around him.
*Except none of them were moving.
*Sang's eyes darted away from the mirror, almost petrified by the bodies he could now see on the ground. On the chairs. At the bar. Everywhere.
*Panic rose in his throat in the form of a bottled up scream, which he was quick to stifle by slapping a hand over his mouth. Rushing forward to the nearest person, he stumbled over another at his feet that had gone completely unnoticed. He caught himself just mere inches above the ground before he betrayed himself to steal a glance at the man beside him.
*It didn’t take much guessing.
*With the white hair splayed out around him, exposing the entirety of his face, Sang found himself gazing back into Trenton’s glassy eyes. A heartbroken sob escaped the idol. If Trenton of all people was dead-
*Sang pressed the back of his hand to his lips to quiet himself, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the onslaught of tears. If Trenton was dead, then that could only mean that everyone else-
Ouija: There, there, child. *She ran her long red nails through his hair as he wept over the fallen doctor. It’s only a dream. The real nightmare is just getting started~.
*Min-Soo furrowed his brows in concern when Sang tensed in Trenton’s lap. At first he assumed it was a result of the idol coming to, but as he proceeded to let out a choked sob, he realized it was something else entirely.
Min-Soo: Is he...crying?
*Sure enough, tears had started to steadily slide down the idol’s reddened cheeks, and a soft hiccup jolted his body. Myung exchanged a concerned glance with Min-Soo but said nothing. It wasn’t until the idol started talking in his sleep and crumpling Trenton’s shirt in his hands that they both realized something was really wrong.
Sang: *Whimpering in Korean. “Leave them alone...! Please, don’t kill them! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt them!”
Myung: “Sang, wake up. You’re having a nightmare!” *The idol whined in response, too out of it to notice what he’d said.
*The woman abandoned him in the dark as the club lights flickered and failed above him. He was left huddled over Trenton, alone and afraid.
Sang: Trenton, wake up... This isn’t funny! Wake up! Wake up...!
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