**** Another [Semi]-unrelated ( ;) ) picture. Aye ****

I never fell asleep, though I kept my breathing steady so that anyone who may decide to come in would think that I was. Hours passed like this.

How could I sleep like this? Namjoon was less than a centimetre away from me, beyond close enough to touch, he was touching me, his body pressed tightly against mine.

His hands rested on the indent of my back, inches away from my butt. His chest was rising and falling with each gentle breath he took, causing my head to rise with it.

I could hardly keep my cool, let alone relax enough to sleep. I can't possibly sleep.

Even with these thoughts, I felt my eyes grow heavier, drooping with each labored breath, my heartbeat slowing as I let myself sink further into Namjoon's arms.

His warmth radiated through my body, and even though my mind was thick with fatigue, I kept thinking about how nice it would be to fall asleep to this every night, feeling how soft and warm Namjoon was as he held me.

I lifted my head and lay it on my hands so that I could get a good look at Namjoon. The setting sun cast a pink glow across the room, and it made his fair skin look like a pale rose.

His lips were parted, plump as ever. Without the usual smirk pulling them up, they looked almost innocent.

He didn't look peaceful, as I had hoped. Instead, he looked tortured, like he was going through something terrible. Living life like this, I guess it isn't fair of me to expect him to be peaceful and serene sleeping.

His lips pulled together, and my heart nearly stopped hearing him speak.

"Jin, Jin, please," he whispered, looked pained as ever. It seemed like he was struggling, and I didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry, don't go, Jin," he was mumbling in his sleep, his head tilting from side to side like he was struggling with something.

I thought for a while about what to do. If I let him talk, maybe I'd find out more about Jin. But then, I'd be letting him suffer through the nightmare, and he sounded so weak, so desperate, I couldn't bear it.

I pressed my hand against his cheek, running my thumb across his lips to quiet him down.

His face relaxed, and his eyes fluttered open momentarily before closing again. I ran a finger across his brow, sweeping the hair away.

He seemed better, his face more lax and comfortable. I smiled softly, pressing my thumb against his lips one more time before moving my hands to rest on his chest once more.

With the knowledge of him resting easy, I was finally able to sleep.

~

I was walking through a garden filled with nothing but bushes and bushes of emptiness. The world was dark and dreary, with no colour in it's midst. It felt like a graveyard, with an eerie, pounding silence.

The garden, it felt like a maze, winding round and round in dizzying, disorienting patterns. I don't know why, but I feel as if I must reach the end of it. It is of the utmost importance for me to reach the end. Something is waiting for me there. I don't know how I know this, but I am certain of it.

Reaching a sharp turn, I turn along the curve, and as I step through it, suddenly the world was a blast of white.

Lilacs coated the bushes, their crisp white petals covering the ground as an unexplainable breeze that had randomly started up pulled the frail petals from loose buds. The white was nearly blinding, burning my eyes, which had grown accustomed to the empty darkness from before.

I continued walking, fighting to keep my legs moving as I kept my arms up, covering my burning eyes.

After a few more steps, at my feet I noticed red and pink petals mixing with the white. Looking up, I noticed the Lilacs slowly being taken over by Kalmia flowers, and I lowered my arms to look at them.

I nearly forgot the urgency that I felt for reaching the end of the path, but when I saw black roses replacing the Kalmias, I began to run, feeling terror fill me. It felt like time was running out, and I didn't want to get stuck in this place.

Reaching a hand out to brush against the roses, I slowed back to a walk. I felt a prick, and I cursed myself for forgetting about the thorns on rose bushes.

Holding my finger to my chest, I pinched it until the bead of blood drew bigger and bigger. Then I turned my hand, palm down, and let it drip to the ground. When the red mingled with the black rose petals, everything changed. The black roses were transformed into Scarlet Geraniums.

My feet felt heavy, and I struggled to lift them with each desperate attempt at moving forward. I felt despair covering me, heaving me down and trying to keep me rooted in place. I fought it, slowly moving forward.

Having learned my lesson, I kept my arms firmly planted to my chest. I quickened my pace, pinching the cut in my fingers to keep the blood from dripping more. I didn't want to risk any more surrounding changes, because this place freaked me out enough.

However, the blood pooled between my fingers and fell again, and when I looked down to see it drop, it mingled with white petals, once again.

Carnations. My feet began to feel lighter, and I was able to move with a relative ease now.

I felt the urgency rise on my stomach, and I began to run, run, run. I continued to run, even after the carnations were replaced with blue peonies, casting a gloomy glow around me.

I had to resist stopping in place to admire when purple mingled with the blue. Monkshood. I had always loved monkshood, or wolf's bane, as it was more commonly known.

Unable to help myself, I reached out and picked one cleanly by the stem. As soon as I had it in my hands, I felt a grave sense of caution. I was running out to time, I needed to hurry up. Before it was too late.

I kept up my pace, feeling my feet growing heavier with each step. Too slow, I needed to go faster, farther. I began to feel like I was suffocating.

I kept the Monkshood clutched in my hands, pressed to my chest as I began to sprint.

The purple and blue petals on the floor slowly changed to deep purple, looking like unripe blackberries, and then I was surrounded by Cyclamen flowers. I felt like the end was coming. I was almost done, I just needed to hurry up, just a little farther.

I ran through the Cyclamen's quickly, their dark purple petals flying up from under my rough feet.

I reached a floral arch, and I knew I had reached my destination. Somebody was waiting for me here, I needed only to walk through it and they would be there.

I stepped through the arch, and I saw someone with their back to me. Slowly they turned around, pale pink rosebud petals falling to their broad shoulders from the flower crown they were wearing. Full lips, a soft face and gentle, regretful eyes.

"Jin," I whispered, taking long steps towards him. Soon I was in front of him, and his beauty seemed to glow around him, intimidating me.

"Yes? Do I know you?" He asked, his brows pulling together.

"No, I just- who are you? Why are you here?" I had imagined being able to speak to him, solve the mystery behind everything. Yet now that I was here, I felt myself choking on my tongue.

"Why is anyone here?" He asked, and I looked away awkwardly, nodding slowly.

"You know the boys, don't you?" He asked, and I looked back to his entrancing eyes.

"Yeah. I live with them," I admitted, twisting the Monkshood stem between my fingers.

"Hmm," he sounded regretful, sorrowful, "well, I'd love to hear about you. But, you have to go now," he said, and I felt a pull on my chest.

I felt desperate, I didn't want to leave, I needed to speak with him, I needed answers!

"No, wait, there's so much I need to know," I begged, reaching a hand out to him.

He gave a light laugh, sounding more sad than amused. His eyes looked like they held the knowledge of the world, and he wasn't happy about it.

"The answers are all around you. You just have to look," he said, turning away from me.

"Wait! I still want to talk to you! Who are you? Why did you leave?" I scrambled to say everything I wanted to, but there wasn't time.

Jin was already walking away. He was nearly to the floral arch.

He stopped for a moment, turning his head to give me a sad smile.

"Oh, we'll meet again. Sooner than you'd think," he said.

I felt uncomfortable, like his words held more weight than I gave them.

Then he stepped through the arch, and everything collapsed behind him.

Soon gold, purple, and blue - dark and pale- covered my vision, and I was covered in goldenrods, Monkshood, Sweet Pea, and forget-me-not flowers. I felt them pile all around me, and then it was black.

~

I jumped awake, breathing heavily. Namjoon was sleeping soundly beneath me, and I sighed, lifting a hand to rub my eyes. When I pulled back, I noticed something on my finger.

Blood.

**** I think I reached the limit on pictures able to add, so sorry I couldn't add a picture of the floral arch, the white rosebuds, or Jin.

Every flower has a different meaning given to it, and as I'm a nerd for flower symbolism I included lots of flowers for specific purposes. There may be discrepencies in flower meanings, as each have multiple interpretations that could be contradictory. But I research it a lot so I believe in my answers. All of their meanings are below. Now feel free to make theories of what their part in the story is.

Flower meanings:
white lilac = youthful innocence
Kalmia (white pink red) = treachery
Black rose = death
Scarlet geranium = Consolation, melancholy
White carnation = remembrance
Blue Peony = healing
Blue and Purple Monkshood = danger, beware
Dark purple nearly black Cyclamen = resignation, goodbye
Golden-rod, blue purple Monkshood, purple blue Sweet Pea & pale blue Forget-me-not - Be cautious; danger is near; I depart soon; forget me not.

Bonus:
rosebuds = beauty and youth ****