White. He blinks at the blurred image. He’s nauseous, his brain feels like it’s being compressed. He looks into the white slate. He can see something burning in the distance, the colors are vivid and blinding.

He blinks. Figures pulling and carrying him. He can hear screaming, who is that? The shrieking is getting louder. He can hear the desperation in the voice clearly now.

“No! Stop!” The screams are terrifying to listen to, who is that? Why is he screaming? The figures drop Key. He wants to move, but can’t seem to move his body. The bright fire is now burning furiously above him. He wants to scream, but can’t. He can only listen to the other voice’s cries. He grimaces. His body begins to burn, the fire’s burning me. Why? Why are they doing this to me? The screams are getting louder. They’re hurting his ears. They’re becoming unbearable. It’s deafening. The cries make his heart race and his mind uneasy. It makes him want to scratch his ears off.

Key screeches uncontrollably, he swings his arms aimlessly trying to pull away from the fire. The apparition grabs him before he can hurt himself, “they were burning me!”

“Who was burning you?” Minho asks nervously.

“The figures! There was screaming! He wouldn’t stop screaming!” Kibum wales. The wraith cradles Key’s head.

He rocks slowly back and forth, “you’re all right now. You’re here now. You’re with me.” Minho kisses his head sweetly, his hair in an attempt to calm Key, “I’m here. I need you to know I’m here.” Key digs his nails into the spook’s back, still unsettled from the dream.

“Don’t leave me,” Kibum whimpers.

Minho rests his cheek against Key’s head, “I won’t leave you. I’ll never leave you.”

It's short and part of the same night so i thought I should post it.