⚠️ Mild Gore

Earth 1
2:55 A.M
October 31, 2020

An ominous jolt startled (Y/N) out of her abysmal nightmare. Her chest rose and fell at an abnormally fast pace as her cheeks, wet from her tears, felt extremely hot despite the cold temperature of the room. She untangled her limbs from the bed sheets for her body breathe. The pounding of her heart against her rib cage wouldn't calm— it was driving her crazy.

(Y/N) stumbled out of her room, knocking a few objects along the way, in seek of Doyoung's warm arms. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face into her palms. Even her breaths trembled. She forcefully swallowed the thick lump of saliva stuck in her throat as the memory of the nightmare lingered.

Blood.

There was so much blood on her hands.

But the blood wasn't her's. It belonged to someone else... it belonged to her father. As his flesh splits into two, the mild crimson liquid pops from the barrier of his heart, seeping away from the wound in large quantities. The thick beads crawled briskly through his skin and clothing, etching bright red streaks along the way. She could only watch. (Y/N) had no control of her body nor mind; what makes the situation peculiar is that her father in reality is very much alive.

(Y/N)'s stomach felt sick.

She knows that it was only a nightly terror, that her father is still here, but it felt real. Too real. The grief, anger, and vengeance remained. It was coming in waves, engulfing and overwhelming her as the darkness unfolds, strangling her veins. She was lost in time, blinded by the tears stinging her bloodshot eyes.

"Doyoung-ah," she cried out loud, "bunny!"

She banged on his door, wishing for him to wake up and come right away to extinguish this sudden outburst of emotions she couldn't understand nor control.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?!"

She sobbed on his chest, hands wrapping around his waist as she hugged him tightly. The tiredness on (Y/N)'s body dared to swallow her whole. Her ebony lashes fluttered, oblivion almost engulfing her into an eternal sleep. Doyoung carries (Y/N) to his bed bridal style, making sure that she was comfortable before laying down beside her. As usual, he hummed that sweet tune to ease her rapid heartbeats.

"(Y/N)," Doyoung said in a soft, whispery voice, "my bunbun... what happened?"

"P-Papa— I dreamed of papa get-getting killed," she stuttered. (Y/N) buried her face to his chest, hugging him so tight that it almost suffocated him. "It felt so real!"

"Shhh. He's okay. You're okay." He kissed her forehead, making (Y/N) hum in satisfaction. "It's just a dream. Your dad is strong and you know that. He's the Chief of Naval Operations in the Korean Navy, the highest ranking officer anyone could get. I'm sure he would kill the killer before the killer kills him."

"And if he can't protect himself..." Doyoung pulls away, leveling himself with (Y/N) eye to eye. He held her hands, thumbs softly brushing her skin as he gives her a heart-warming smile. "...I'm sure you will. You kicked the instructor's ass in Muay Thai class in your first day! Freaking sent fives dudes to the hospital with your kickboxing skills too when someone was picking a fight with Lucas and Winwin!"

(Y/N) laughed. The moonlight graced down Doyoung's face in its watery white-glow, bathing him, illuminating him as it accentuated his beautiful features. Slowly, he lifted his hands up to the parting locks covering her eyes and tucking them behind her ears.

"(Y/N) I have to tell you something..." he drew himself closer. She sucked in a breath as Doyoung's digits traces her spine delicately. Her heart was beating fast— it was wrong to feel this way for a friend, but right to feel this way to a lover. "I haven't been honest about myself with you lately. We've been friends for a long time and something changed throughout the way... I feel about you.

"(Y/N) you're the person that I see myself with tomorrow and the rest of my days. We've known each other for more than a decade and I thought that it was impossible for my love to keep growing, but here I am, loving you every single day I'm with you. I, Kim Do Young, is truly, madly, deeply in love with you. I want to call you mine," he smiles, "I want to call you my girlfriend."

Doyoung cupped her cheeks, head beginning to lean on her direction.

"Doyoung-ah," she wanted to confess too.

Times changed, it's true; the more she spent time with Doyoung, the bond that they have grew. His arrival changed her life. If he never came, (Y/N) would've never gotten out of her personal bubble. Her days could've been lonely. He was always special. Regardless of the new boys coming to her life, she always put him first.

And he will always be first.

"I love you too. And not just as friends. I love yo—"

Doyoung didn't even let her finish her sentence. He connected their lips together, holding (Y/N)'s body that perfectly fits his hands as if it was just made for him. God. They were so in love. When she sees his eyes, the feelings in her heart bursted with joy... if this isn't magic then she doesn't know what this is.

His lips was incredibly warm and soothing; it tasted of mint. (Y/N) sat up to straddle him, legs cornering each side of his hips. His hands were wrapped around her waist and her's grasped his neck, inching him closer. When they broke apart, smiles played both their lips. They rested their foreheads against each other's, gathering some much needed oxygen. (Y/N) sank into his hold, embracing him as if her whole world depended on him. It did.

Doyoung is her world.

And she is his.

"I love you," he said.

"I love yo—"

(Y/N)'s eyes landed on his electric clock resting on his nightstand, seeing the way the numbers changed, hitting the 3:00 AM mark.

Simultaneously, a voice emerged from the backdrop of the empty halls of their shared apartment. Fear and anxiety sits on their noses as it spoke to them with its cackling voices. The sound, though, was distant, too far away. Doyoung and (Y/N) whipped their heads to the doorway, thinking that it might be one of the boys pranking them because it is in fact already Halloween.

"Mark? I swear to god if you're playing some shit I will kick your ass back to Canada!" (Y/N) yelled. "Hold up Doyoung, I'm going to check."

"I'm coming with you," he argued.

"No, it might be just one of the boys. Besides they are the only ones who have spare keys to our apartment," (Y/N) reassured him with a peck on the lips. "I can handle them."

"Come back soon."

"I will."

As (Y/N) exited his room, her breath got caught in her throat as the voice became steadily closer, becoming intense, more distressed, until it was undeniably in her room itself. There was one thing the boys respected the most and it was her room; they know how important her private space was so they never trespass without asking her consent. (Y/N) exhales, grabbing the nearest weapon her hand could grasp on. She didn't bother calling Doyoung because it might attract unwanted attention from the intruder.

Then the tone of the voice changed abruptly.

Maniacal crying came in gusting bursts.

"You're going to pay for this!" It screamed.

Then it stopped.

The floors creaked under her weight, clocks clicked over and over again in an incessant pattern, setting the tempo for (Y/N)'s heartbeats to follow. In a count of three, (Y/N) bursted through her room, vase high up in the air to smash it against someone's head if it was necessary yet the room stayed eerily quiet, devoid of any life form. But there was this ghastly feeling sticking a thousand needles at the back of her neck; she had this sensation that she was being watched by a pair of invisible eyes, prolonging a feeling of sickening uneasiness.

Concluding that no one is inside of her room, that those voices might just come from inside of her mind, (Y/N)'s tensed shoulders relaxed.

No.

It wasn't just her mind.

Doyoung heard it too.

And wasn't it suppose to be full moon? Why is the sky so dark?! Earlier, the moon was its highest peak, shining its majestic light to Doyoung's features (Y/N) loves so much so how could it have disappeared? Nevertheless, (Y/N) didn't fear the dark... she feared what lies in them.

A gasp escaped her lips.

(Y/N) dropped the vase to the ground, shattering to thousands of pieces. She looked at the mirror seeing... another version of herself— crying, eyes distressed and body tense as the other version of herself finally set her eyes on (Y/N).

How is this possible?

Is she dreaming?

No she isn't.

(Y/N)'s palms perspired at the scene, the adrenaline drowning her as her system shut down her ability to think logically.

She wanted—no, needed— to run, but her body stood completely still.

"Ho-How," (Y/N) finally spoke as she watches her. "How is this possible? Who are you?"

"I had to endure hell because of you," she said. Her voice, though irresistibly sweet, made (Y/N)'s blood run cold. "I had to kill so many to survive because of you. Now you will feel my burden. You will feel what it's like to be stripped of humanity, to be a monster and to be hated by so many people because you simply had no choice."

"(Y/N)?" Doyoung's concerning voice fell into deaf ears. Though (Y/N)'s body demanded for her to listen to him, there was no use. She and (Y/N) began approaching the mirror that separated both their worlds, mindlessly.

(Y/N) was under hypnosis by the being on the mirror, her mind only speaking of one word: switch.

"You will suffer. I made sure of it."

"NO! (Y/N) THE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! STEP AWAY!"

His voice came over her like cruel shattering waves, more vivid than ever before. The intensity of the electricity bolting at each nerve of her muscles had fried her mind as her finger tips softly caress the cold surface of the mirror. Black and purple mists danced in the air, shifting like lost souls around her body. It obscured her vision like fog in an alley on a humid night. Soon her breathing increased rapidly and became gasps of breath as she reaches her arms out for Doyoung to take; he was so close yet so far.

Her and (Y/N)'s bodies began convulsing, souls transferring to the opposite body— then a discharge of lightening hurls both bodies backwards, frames crashing against the walls with great force that (Y/N)'s body cracked against the pressure, skull splitting into two.

"(Y/N)!!!!!"