Running...Sweat dripping slowly down the side of your face...its dark...You cant see your hand guiding you through the darkness, its suffocating...You know he is in here, waiting for you...Waiting for you to save him.

Taking one more step ,you see light...Heat races to fill your chilled face, life is brought back into you and you see him...Strapped in a chair, beaten. Face stripped of his smooth skin, bruises blanketing his skin...

You cry out to him, but he can not hear you. The tears sting your dried out lips and your screams turn into whispers, your getting further and further away from the one that you love, like you are being pulled. 

"NO!! STOP!! HE NEEDS ME!!"

You feel soft hands around your face,

"STOP!! DONT TOUCH ME!!"

Your wild kicking seemed to remove the hands, until you felt a gentle pull on your waist...You heard a soft voice...

"____, its me...Baby...Wake up, its me..." 

You slowly open your eyes, sleep still haning onto your lids as you struggle to keep them open...

"O-Oppa....?"