4. Last Thing I Expected Was To Be Comforted By Jiyong


I ran.

What was I running from? No idea. But I knew it was dangerous.

Darkness was everywhere. My mind was telling me to run away from it, but I pushed forward. Someone was in that darkness, someone I loved. Who was it? I don't know...

And then the screaming began.

At first it was Bom's scream, which was joined by Seohyun and Yoona's. They echoed around me, never ending, until my screams joined theirs.

Then everything stopped.

Everything but that one high-pitched scream. My scream. Their screams. Our screams. All joined together.

I fell to my knees in the darkness...




'WAKE UP DARA!' Jiyong shouted, shaking me. My eyes flew open and I crushed myself into him. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me together. It was the same dream. The dream I've had ever since I came to Seoul Academy. It was always the same... I think. I can never remember, by the time I wake up, what the dream was about.

At least Jiyong was here. Normally I wake up alone.

'I had a nightmare,' I whispered pathetically.

'I know, you were screaming.' He murmured back, drawing me closer. Was it wrong to say that, at that moment, everything felt right? Was I betraying one of my best friends by saying that right now my life seemed... complete. Jiyong made me complete.

A lot of the people in our cell were glaring at me, and I hid in the crook of Jiyong's neck. He's been surprisingly sweet about all this. I expected him to call me out for being a wimp.

'Are you going back to sleep?' he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip.

'I'm scared.' I admitted. Ugh, that sounded so... pathetic.

You know what! Man up Dara! Just because there's suddenly someone to comfort you doesn't mean you can suddenly spill all your secrets.

'I'll be here, I promise.' He vowed. Okay. I can do this.

I can do this. I'm not a wimp. One dream can't scare me...

It's only a dream, r-right?

'Good night.'

'Good morning,' he corrected. I could feel him smirk against my hair.

'Whatever,' I mumbled. Snuggling closer (what! He's comfy!), I let my eyes close...



My eyes fluttered open to Jiyong's sleeping face. He looked so cute like that. Asleep.

'Miss Park Sandara, your principal is waiting outside.' A police officer I vaguely remembered informed me.

'Okay,' I mumbled. Sitting up, I poked Jiyong in the face. He stirred lightly, but just tightened his grip around my waist and went back to sleep.

So he wants to do this the hard way, eh?

I trailed my lips up his face and next to his ear. He shivered.

'WAKE THE HELL UP YOU STUPID GAY SMURF!' I screamed in his ear.

He jumped up and pinned me to the bed. An idiotic grin stretched on his face when he realised what position we were in. Bloody hell.

'Get a room!' one of the delinquents moaned.

'We will when we get out of here, don't worry.' Jiyong replied and I hit his chest. Wait! When did he take off his shirt?

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