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Hansol had no idea what time it was and for a moment, he didn't even know where he was, either. All he could think of was cold, dead eyes staring back at him, long, hair, green skin, claw-like fingernails...

The nightmare had started three weeks ago, after they'd returned from filming in a remote village in China. It had been a normal shoot, just like any other, only a little eerie when night fell and things were quiet. The people they met while exploring the village and its surroundings when they weren't filming had been kind to them and with Minghao and Junhui both on hand to translate for them, they'd managed to do quite a bit of sightseeing.

Hansol hadn't yet told his boyfriend about the dreams he'd been having: Jeonghan had had to rehearse late into the night with the vocal unit since they'd returned, for an upcoming showcase. He often only returned to the dorm at two in the morning, quietly slipping into bed beside Hansol so as not to wake him, completely unaware that Hansol was awake, having been jarred from another nightmare. Every night, Hansol would pretend to be asleep, calming down only when Jeonghan gently wrapped his strong arms around his waist, making him feel a little safer.

As well as Hansol thought he was hiding his nightmares, Jeonghan had noticed how tired he seemed lately, dark circles under his pretty eyes, his lack of appetite and how he'd sometimes confuse Korean and English after getting off the phone with his family or speaking with Jisoo.

"Sweetie, you're not staying up to wait for me, are you?" Jeonghan had confronted Hansol one afternoon, half teasing but also clearly concerned by how pale Hansol's already fair skin had been as of late.

Hansol couldn't help but smile at Jeonghan's concern, despite the real reason why he couldn't sleep at night. 

"Don't worry," Hansol giggled, poking Jeonghan's chest. "I'm not worried about my boyfriend at all and I definitely don't miss him enough to stay up and wait for him to come home." 

Jeonghan smiled, bringing Hansol's hand to his lips and making the younger man blush as he looked right into his eyes. 

"It's...It's nothing," Hansol sighed, taking on a more serious tone. "I've just been having a hard time sleeping, that's all. Just with the promotions and everything..." 

It was partially true; he was nervous about their next album. But it wasn't the main reason and he knew that Jeonghan knew, too. 

Jeonghan didn't say anything for a moment, instead just studying Hansol's expression. He knew that Hansol wasn't telling him everything and he was worried. Still, he didn't push any further. If Hansol didn't want to talk about it now, he wouldn't make him, but he did plan to bring it up again if things kept going as they were. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Jeonghan lovingly traced along Hansol's cheekbone. 

Hansol nodded, blushing at the tenderness of Jeonghan's touch. He wasn't telling Jeonghan about his nightmares so that he wouldn't worry him but ironically, he was still making him worry. He didn't say anything further however, not wanting to risk distracting Jeonghan from his own work on rehearsals and promotions. He might be tired as well, but he could see that Jeonghan was also exhausted. The last thing he wanted was for Jeonghan to feel guilty that Hansol couldn't sleep because of him. 

Jeonghan had kissed him gently then, and told him he loved him and they hadn't brough it up since. But Hansol still had nightmares and although he'd hidden them until now, this nightmare had shaken him more than any of the previous ones. He could feel that... that thing's cold hands and dead stare on him; he was almost certain that there was someone watching him right now. He couldn't even stay in the room that he and Jeonghan shared, let alone go back to sleep and taking only the thin decorative quilt that they had on their shared bed (a move-in present from Hansol's little sister when he'd phoned home about his relationship with Jeonghan, tellin