It was dark in the room when you woke up with a scream, startled to find yourself on the floor beside your bed instead of on top of it. The floor felt hard and cold underneath your but your skin felt warm and sticky. It was clear that it had only been a nightmare, but you still took your sweet time while pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes to rub in them. It was probably because of the high fever, it was making you see and feel things that weren't actually there, but that didn’t mean they weren’t terrifying. A trembling sigh left your lips as you thought back about the way you had been locked up behind bars, your hands tightly wrapped around the cold iron stakes as your parents handed a large bag of money to some guy without a face. You had asked them what the hell was going on and to let you out, but they had just smiled at you before turning around and leaving you there all by yourself. A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to block the images out of your head, telling yourself that it had all just been a dream. Though in the end you knew that one part of your nightmare had been true. Your shirt was sticking against your skin and you pulled the fabric from against your chest as the door of your room opened with a small clicking sound of the door handle being pushed down. With a fearful look on your face you looked up, one part of you still seemed to be scared to see that man from your dreams walk in on you, but to your relief it was Baekhyun’s head that popped through the crack.

“Hey are you okay? I heard you scream.” He asked, his voice slow and filled with sleep, which immediately made you feel guilty for waking him up in the middle of the night. Maybe you didn’t have to go to school tomorrow, but he did and he still had five hours left to sleep from now. If you had been him then you would have been a zombie tomorrow morning. But here he was, standing in the middle of your doorway, brushing his hair out of his face so that he could ask you how you were doing. You blamed the fast beating of your heart as the aftermath of your nightmare, and nothing different than that. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed.” You said as you climbed off the floor and back onto your own bed, seeing that the blankets were a big mess because of your tossing and turning. With a tired gasp you sat down against the headboard, ignoring the headache that was still trying to annoy you. How long was it going to take for you to feel better? It had only been a little bit of rain. You could feel him staring at you from where he was standing, you didn’t need to look at you in order to know. Luckily for you it was dark in the room and he couldn’t see the dark blush that appeared on your skin because of it. “I’m going to get you some water.” He suddenly said and you quickly turned your head to tell him that you were just fine and you didn’t need anything, but you were too late, he was already gone. That left you staring at the blank spot where he had been just a few seconds ago. Why was he so caring all of a sudden while he didn’t seem to like this whole thing neither?

It was very hard for you to figure him out, because sometimes he seemed so friendly and nice and during other times he looked as if he didn’t want to have anything to do with you. You realized this probably wasn’t the best time for you to wonder about everything that was happening around you. Your head was heavy and filled with snot, you weren’t thinking straight and you couldn’t judge thing properly. You blinked your eyes when Baekhyun walked back into the room and he handed you the glass, which was wet on the outside too, which proved that he had spilled something on the way here. “Thanks.” You muttered quietly, because you couldn’t bring it up to say it any louder and because you didn’t want to ruin the peaceful sphere inside of the room. When he sat down on the edge of the mattress you almost choked on your water, but you were able to cover it up just in time with a small cough. He watched you drink silently and when you were done he took the glass from you and placed it onto the nightstand. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked and you thought about lying to him, but suddenly you already found yourself nodding, without discussing it with your brain if it was indeed a good idea to admit this to him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Another question and once again you didn’t really know what to answer. Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip as you thought about it and you realized that the only thing that was stopping you from telling him was that you were afraid that he would make fun of you. Weren’t nightmares something that only little kids were scared of? The last thing you wanted was for