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Mingyu POV:

The rest of the morning we spent talking and cuddling. Eventually Wonwoo fell asleep against the wall. He looked so peaceful with his eye lids gently closed, and his stomach softly going up and down. As swift and soft as I could I took off his clothes, though I don't think much would wake him up after what happened earlier.

I carefully placed him under the blankets and after taking of my jeans I joined him in a short nap. As soon as my body hit the soft mattress and found a spot to lay I felt Wonwoo crawling against me. I smiled and kissed the top of his head. As I watched over him sleeping, slowly drifting away myself.

Wonwoo POV:

It's dark, I can't see much. step by step, one foot in front of the other i walk along the hallway. There is this light, you know how people always say the light at the end of the tunnel well that is how it looks. There are many doors in this hallway, but none seem to open.

There are little flickering lights above each door shining just enough to see the names on each of them. There's one called Mother, under the name tag a frame hangs and I see my mom crying. I remember it clearly as this was the day we got the new my father died in a car crash. A tear rolls down my cheek as I watch my memory play out.

I was 5 when my father died. The evening the officers came at our house to deliver the news I was already upstairs. But I wasn't asleep, I would never sleep without my father peeping his head through the door seeing me peacefully lying in bed and smile before saying ''Goodnight my son''.

And so that night I was still awake. And when I went to the bathroom to get a glass of water I overheard what the police said ''We're truly sorry for your loss. Your husband was a victim of a hit and run. I'm afraid that on his way home he crossed the road and a car drove through red and hit your husband. He died before the medics could arrive. We have statements of a few people and we will look for the person responsible..'' after that I didn't hear anything except the cries of my mother.

I walk on, not able to see my mom crying again. The next door was on the other side of the hallway. The tag on this one was father and I could see him teaching me to ride a bike. I smile as I see his face, yet it isn't clear and almost blurry. After these years I slowly started to forget the sound of his voice, his laugh or how his face looked when he smiled so bright.

After a few more doors I reach the end of the hallway, but where before was light was now an open room. I see a younger me studying at the dinner table. It was already 8 pm but my mother wouldn't get home until 11. So I sat there doing my homework. I watched myself work as time flew by in minutes it was already 11, and then time seemed to slow down as the door open.

My mother walked in, bags under her eyes and no energy left. Yet when she saw me sitting at the table she smiles and stood straight. ''Hello mom'' the younger me said followed by a yawn. She smiled and kissed my head before saying ''Are you hungry? You didn't have dinner yet did you''. The both of us shake our head and I hear myself say ''I waited for you mother..'' my mouth moving along with the words.

I watch her cook with a smile. She worked 2 jobs even back then just to keep us going. In return I studied as hard as I could and much as I needed. Each time I got an A+ the biggest smile would light up her face. She always wanted me to have a good life, a good job. To not live poor and fight for what I need but to stand proud and have a good home.

''I'm so proud of you my son'' she says. The room suddenly starts to blur out. ''Mom'' I say softly ''Mom where are you'' I look around and start to panic but soon everything around me is dark again. I can't see where I'm going as I run to the place she disappeared from.

''Wonwoo-ah'' I hear a voice calling me but I do not know where it comes from. ''Wonwoo-ah'' it calls again I close my eyes to focus from where it is. ''Wonwoo!'' the voice sounds loud as if right next to me. I open my eyes and see Mingyu's face above mine a worried look upon his face.

''Are you okay? You're all sweaty in you kept calling for your mother'' he says whipping my forehead with a cold cloth. I feel myself softly panting as I slowly remember where I am and why I'm here. ''Did you have a nightmare?'' he ask. I nod slowly and then look at him before asking: 

''Why are we both almost naked?''

To be continued