SPECIAL - Haerin x Reader

PT. CVI

Narrator

After the small and very pleasant memory that Y/n remembered on their first date with Haerin, Y/n started to remember other things.

Very unpleasant things....

In their dreams.

- Y/N POV -

It was cold, it seemed like winter.

My bones hurt. They hurt like they had never hurt before.

I had been roaming the streets for hours. Hooping on tracks and buses, just trying to keep myself occupied.

Then the night would come around and I would pick a place.

Preferably with a chair or a bench.

I would sit down and let the night come.

The weather would greet the night like an old friend.

Dark, chilly, and bitter.

Taking each soul that it found....

If you were lucky,

The night wouldn't drain all your warmth and energy.

"Kid! Kid! You can't be sleeping here!" I cop suddenly told me.

"Huh?" I asked all confused.

It was like the cold air had knocked me out.

Once I realized it was the police that was waking me up, I'd run.

I'd run till I felt safe.

"AAAHHH!!" I screamed from yet another nightmare.

"Woah, woah! It's okay, I'm right here. It's okay," Haerin tried to comfort me for the 5th time.

It was now four in the morning and I kept dreaming of some horrible shit.

Things that felt so real.

So.... so... torturing.

My brain played it like a memory but I kept refusing it.

"It's okay, just go back to sleep. Things will be better in the morning," Haerin kept saying.

It was odd.

Haerin always said it in the same tone. As if she had learned some sort of script on how to comfort people.

I did my best to go back to sleep and before I knew it....

I woke up screaming again.

"Y/n-ssi, it's okay!" Haerin screamed the last time.

The sun had risen at this point.

"Y/n-ssi?" I questioned her.

I had never heard Haerin call me this before.

"It's okay. You're okay," She whispered as she stroked her hand down my back.

Haerin didn't seem like she actually knew how to comfort people.

It seemed like someone just taught her what to do but she didn't actually knew what she was doing.

"I need a cup of coffee," I sighed out in frustration and jumped off the bed.

"You don't like coffee," Haerin suddenly said as I put my sandals on.

"I don't?" I questioned her.

I had been drinking coffee at least 3 times a week. When I felt super stressed.