Bad Dream

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Jisung stared up at the ceiling of the classroom as the teacher went on and on about nothing but insignificant facts and useless numbers Jisung wouldn't need.

His eyes were already heavy enough after having stayed up much later than he should've getting overdue homework finished. None of this was fair.

Finally loosing patience for listening, the pinkette lay his arm down on the scratched up wooden table and let his head drop to lie on it. His cheek was pressed against his bicep, and he allowed his tired eyes to flutter shut.

Around him, the room started to spin, or so he thought. Everything was just so surreal when on two hours of sleep. Nothing seemed more appealing to him in that moment, than rest.

Nuzzling further into his arm, he flinched at the feeling of something rough scratching his skin. At first, he imagined it to be some of the scratch marks in the wood of the desk leaving splinters in his arms, but the sensation wasn't that harsh. It was more like.....grass?

Annoyed, the teen opened his eyes once again to peer at what he was lying on. Seeing actual green grass bent only by his body, he yelped, leaping up in surprise and finding himself kneeling in some sort of a forest.

The whole area was under a purple hue, like an aesthetic painting. The full white moon above illuminated the scene, making the trees glow and the slight mist surrounding him glimmer.

"What.....?" He whispered, looking around more carefully and hesitantly getting up. He scratched at his pink hair, feeling nothing but utter confusion.

This was a dream, right? He was still asleep in class, and someone would soon pinch him and snap him out of this illusion, yes?

Asking all these unanswerable questions made him feel a little better. The more he told himself that this would all disappear soon, the easier it was for him to calm down.

Spinning around quickly, the young teen spotted a little cottage in the distance. There was a ring of flowers surrounding it, making it seem more like a fairy house rather than a home. 

Deciding to ignore it and the strange vibes it emitted, Jisung peered through the trees ahead, wondering if the sparkles he could see were from the moon reflecting off water.....perhaps a lake or something. He didn't care too much though. All he wanted was to wake up.

Hoping to speed up the process, he pinched his arm, grimacing at the sharp pain of his fingernails. Still in the forest, he tried kicking his ankle harshly, then slapping his cheeks, then jogging on the spot to get his heart rate up.

None of them succeeded.

"Ugh! Wake up already!" He whined. Of course he wanted to rest and sleep, since he was dead tired. But dreams were a huge set back for sleep, and they interrupted the real point of it.

Dropping to the ground and groaning in defeat, he folded his arms with a frown and decided to wait. Maybe this was his body trying to project a therapeutic image into his mind to ease him into a dream state.

Yeah. That was believable.

That thought was actually working until the sound of a wooden door creaking open in the distance sent shivers down his spine.

Not wanting to look, Jisung screwed his eyes shut, telling himself that there was nothing there. That none of this was actually real, and perhaps the classroom door was opening in the real world around him.

Realising he was hiding from supposedly 'nothing', he let one eye fly open and glanced over at the little creepy cottage he had chosen to ignore previously.

There, standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, stood a short enough male with snow white hair. He couldn't read his expression since he wasn't close enough, but the sight alone was enough to make him want to scream.

Falling backwards from shock, Jisung raised his arm over his face in defence and then felt his back hit a rock solid floor along with the sound of a chair clattering to the ground with him.

Crying out in surprise, the pinkette winced, quickly feeling his sore back and then glancing around.

He was back in school.....with all his classmates staring at his figure on the floor.

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