My hand began trembling underneath the covers. My quicken breath caused my chest to rise and fall in a rapid motion. I couldn't focus on my head became all fuzzy. I could feel the thunderous beat of my heart popping out of my chest. Almost like a drum uncontrollably being played by a maniac. I wished to face Sangwoo but I was too timid to. Worst of all I know had to commit my nightmares to this man. The nightmares which he's the antagonist in. My lip quivered but my teeth forced to keep it calm. 

If I tell him he might burst in an outrage claiming that he can turn into a monster if he cares. Sangwoo might as well be pissed at my nightmares, but mostly at me for calling him out. He might as well transform himself as the protagonist from my dreams. Oh dear, I don't want that to happen! However, if I confessed he might have a different sense of things. Instead of the devil I try avoiding, he might be the soft confronting angel. The one who mercifully listens to your concerns and protects you underneath its wings. By now I was battling between how Sangwoo would act and it worsen my anxiety. 

Indiscriminately, my mouth proceeded with words. Smoother words than before. "I-I didn't mean that babe. You know I didn't." My eyes slightly glancing to his startled face. I noticed how Oh Sangwoo's eyes ran from left and right, trying to search for some type of proper reaction. His eyebrows arched higher and any building and hid mouth agape with incredulity. "Is that really how you see me?" My head jerked up at his voice. The blonde Korean brushed through his scalp, fisting a large amount of hair in hand, then he released. "As a fucking monster..." Continued he. 

My lips began blabbering words, "No, no, no! You're not a fucking monster. Sangwoo you are not a monster! I love you so muc-"

Sangwoo cut me off, roaring back. "Then why would you say something like that Bum?" I no longer spotted his arched and surprising face, for anger overtook his soul now. "You say you love me but you call me a fucking monster! Bullshit!" Each word he yelled echoed through my ears. The sounds he made bounced off the walls of this house making him seem much more dominant than he is. My body slowly crawled away from the bed. Now, I was at the edge as I trembled hearing my lover's words. "What type of love are giving to me Yoon? Huh! Because it must be some terrible one you piece of shi-" 

Sighing, my head hung from my shoulder and spoke. "It was a dream." 

"A dream?" I heard his calmer tone. I nodded. 

Staring at the lines of my palm I began explaining the figure which Sangwoo started in. He didn't seem to comment on anything. Instead, he stood there listening obediently without causing any drama. The dirty blonde would temporarily gasp. I felt as if I answered all of his unspoken questions with my explanation. Especially that night at the Italian restaurant or other more nights. I found it surprising how I explained without stumbling over a word. 

"You could have told me, I feel terrible now." Sangwoo frowned. 

My hand reached his. "No, please don't be. It's just how my dreams see you. There's no reason why to feel guilty." His thumb overlaps the top of my hand. He begins massaging my skin. "Yoonbum?" Says he. 

"Yes."

"Do you promise me that you will tell me next time when you're having these dreams." 

"I promise..." My eyes caught his. "No more lying?" 

Sangwoo let out a dry chuckle. "No more lying."~