Joon looked around him. He couldn't see anything. It was all white except him. It was quiet and his voice echoed off like he was in cave. "Hello?" He called. It echoed for three times before it died down in silence.

Joon started to walk in random direction. Each footsteps echoed through the limitless white field. "Hello?" He called again in a louder voice but only the rebound of his voice could be heard as answer. No one was here. 

And then he heard that. That monotonous voice he could recognize anywhere. "Joon hyung." 

He turned expecting Mir, and he was right. He could see Mir standing in quite a distance from him. Releasing a relief sigh, he started to jogged towards the younger. His eyes were focused on Mir when another figure stepped into his line of sight. His smile widened at the new presence. "Byunghee hyung." He called as his jogged a little bit faster.

However, frown made way to his face and his steps faltered and eventually halted when he saw what Byunghee was doing. In Byunghee's hand was a gun. And that barrel was pointed to Mir's temple.

"Stop! What are you doing? It's Mir!" Joon shouted and burst into a run. But, it seemed that he couldn't even shortened the distance. It was like he was running on the same spot. He didn't advance forward even an inch.

Byunghee turned towards Joon who was still frantically shouting for him to stop. "He's not Mir. Not anymore."

At that words, Joon saw how half of Mir's face already decayed. The boy's wide shiny brown eyes were cloudy and dead. Mir... Has turned. Joon shook his head. It couldn't be true! This was just a dream. A dream! He kept chanted until he heard the gunshot. He was suddenly stood just before Mir. Warm blood splattered on his face and Mir fall limp on the white limitless ground. Mir's crimson colored blood contrasted the white. Joon fall on his knees and reached out his shaky hand for Mir. Mir wasn't breathing. His wide eyes were closed. Mir... Has died. "NO!"

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Joon's eyes shot opened in wide horrified look. His breath was fast and uneven. His mouth still opened even when there was no longer sound. Sweat covered his forehead making his raven bang stuck on his forehead. 

The door slammed opened and came Seungho who quickly flashed to Joon's side. The older took Joon's face in his hands. Joon's eyes were unfocused until Seungho gently patted on the boy's cheeks that had sunken these few weeks to his dismay. "Joon..." He called with voice just barely above whisper and saw how Joon's eyes finally focused on him.

Joon burst into tears. "Hyung. Please stop Byunghee hyung. He's going to kill Mir." The boy wept and he let out a loud sob.

Seungho's brows knitted and he brought the crying boy into his embrace. "Hey. Hey. It was just a dream. You know Byunghee will never do that to Mir." He cooed and rubbed a comforting circle on the boy's back.

"No, hyung. It's real. Byunghee hyung will kill Mir. I saw it with my own two eyes. Mir had turned. And Byunghee... Byunghee hyung killed him. He..." Joon was spouting nonsense by now and Seungho just kept hushing the boy.

Later, Joon's sob ceased and the boy fall asleep in Seungho's arms. His body still radiating heat making Seungho sighed quietly. It would be hard for Joon to heal if the boy kept having nightmare. Seungho heard soft steps and felt a hand on his shoulder. 

"Nana gave me this." Sanghyun smiled and handed Seungho an old plushie. Plushie that Seungho recognized, a character from a manga. If he was unmistakened, it was L character from the Death Note manga.

Seungho took the plushie. "And what am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, confused.

Sanghyun sat on the bed, his hand Joon's silky dark locks. "It was Mir's. It might help. At least that was what Nana told me."

Looking back and forth between the old ratty plushy and Joon's sleeping face, Seungho nodded and with Sanghyun's help, they both lied Joon back down on the bed, putting that plushy right next to the boy. 

Sanghyun moved a bit and got something out of his pocket. Seungho watched quietly as Sanghyun put a bracelet around Joon's wrist. "I found this in Mir's room. At his house." He explained even when Seungho didn't ask. And they both stared at the still sleeping Joon. Hoping that this time, there wasn't any nightmare going after the sleeping boy's sleep. And if there would still be a dream, they hoped it would be a nice sweet dream.