❝the horrible nightmare;
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                                i promise you, trust me .

It's was dark and cold and nothing. empty. silence. not even a single sound was heard. It's a nightmare. the floor was so cold, it feels like lying on top of an icy floor. It was horrible and no words can describe how bad it is. His throat is dry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't see. it feels like he's dead.

or is he?

his hand is on his chest and he could feel that his shirt is wet and the smell was obvious. he could tell that it's blood. he felt his chest tighten up and his heart beating fast. he feels like choking with his own breath. he tried to scream but he couldn't, he tried to look around but he couldn't.

it was a nightmare

he felt something pushing him and slowly everything gets together as he gained his conciousness and someone is shooking him. "get up" the man said. he jolted in his sleep, looking down to his chest and saw no blood yet his hands are badly wounded. there's marks here and there and there's some blood still on it. he got up on his feet, shaking his head a little. he felt so dizzy. he his super dry lips and he could tell that he looked pale as hell

he followed the guy out towards a room where he knows someone is waiting for him there.

and he was right.

there's a familiar figure sitting on the bench, giving him her back and he could tell just how beautiful she is from the back, wearing that white floral dress and her hair was long and silky, hanging on the side of her shoulder. he got closer and sat on the other bench, making her jolt a little before she turned around and sees him, he smile turned into a soft frown.

"you're so pale" she whisper, her soft delicate hand touches his cheeks, down to his dry chapped lips. "are you feeling okay?" she asked, he nods.  he hang his head low before she made him look back up. "it wasn't your fault" she said, assured him that what happened wasn't his fault at all. 

"we'll get you out of here okay?" she said but he just blinks. Jinri couldn't tell how many times she'd been telling him that. she lost count. "how's your chest?" she asked. "painful" he tried to speak though it did come out but it was rather raspy than normal voice. "you've been getting that nightmare again?" 

"every night" he said. he never tells her how horrible it was back there but he just telling her that it was hard for him to forget what had happened. She touches his chest before he winced in pain and she stopped. "i brought you something" she said and smile 

her smile cures him, he wanted to see more of that. he wanted to see that every day and night. in his sleep and when he open his eyes every morning. he wants to feel her warmth next to him like before. "its your favourite" she said and taking out a bowl of chicken porridge in front of him. though chicken porridge sounds horrible but to him it's the best. especially when it was Jinri's. 

the warmth from the soup makes him feel like at home. he smiles softly making her smile even wider. though it was hard for him and for her as well, he can see that she wouldn't stop what she was doing and keeping her words. "Jinri.." he called out her name softly and she hummed, leaning closer to him before he speaks again

"if it wasn't my fault, then why am i here" he asked. 

it stunned her. she couldn't think of which answers she should tell him. of course she wouldn't lie because it is the truth, it was never his fault that he ended up in jail after what had happened that night. it was a horrible horrible night. even Jinri couldn't forget about it.  he looked around before he turned back to her. she noticed a lot of changes in him ever since they took him away from her. 

he got skinnier, he looked different in every sort of way, his lips are never the pink plump lips that she long for, and he wasn't the Taemin she knows. He was strong but everything just changed. She hates it, she hates it how this thing changed him. He let the negativity took over his body. he never fights back. 

"it wasn't your fault. but the judges ... " she heave out a soft sigh. "we are trying our best to get you out okay, i promise you that it will happen soon enough. look at me" she made him look up "trust me" 

the judges found him guilty after he shot his father dead and the police got to the site just after he shot him. truly it was a bad timing and they arrested him for killing a man that they don't know whom shot him twice on his waist, damanged his ribs. When Taemin fought back, and got the gun in