"No, no... Stay with me." His voice came out desperate as he fought back his tears. Cradled in his arms is a girl whose breath seems to be slowly fading and struggling. 

"J-jongin." Her hand carefully reached towards the man's cheek as she met his eyes, her gaze still soft and loving despite the situation. Tears then slowly streamed down his cheek as he took the girl's hand and held it tightly, as if never wanting to let go, his eyes never leaving hers. 

"You can't leave me, no! Please, please!" Forlorn cries and pleas came from him as he gently shook the weak body of the girl cradled in his arms. There was blood everywhere, staining his once white polo shirt and her beautiful and pristine face. Despite all this, she still appeared immaculate to him. 

"I'm sorry. I-i love..." The moment the girl eventually closed her eyes and her grip loosened around his hand, he let out a loud and pained shout, and finally, he woke up.

"No!" Jongin immediately sat up from his bed, covered in cold sweat as he tried steadying his breath. His room was deafeningly silent, only his ragged breath breaking the silence.

It was just a dream, that dream... again. He brought his palms up to his temple to gently rub them as he like always tried to make sense of what happened.

Just who are you? Why do I keep on dreaming about you... your death?