As the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, So Hyung stirred awake, his arm still wrapped protectively around Micha. He glanced down at her peaceful face, though there was a faint crease of worry etched into her brow. The remnants of her disturbing dream must still linger in her mind. He carefully slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb her, and padded quietly to the kitchen.
The house was still, the calm morning air punctuated only by the occasional chirping of birds outside. So Hyung moved with quiet purpose, his mind set on one thing—bringing comfort to Micha. He knew she'd been carrying the weight of stress, both from work and her feelings of loneliness in her family's absence. And then there was the dream, that haunting nightmare she had shared with him, which seemed to trouble her deeply. He could sense it in the way she had clung to him in the night, as though seeking protection from an unseen force.
As he began preparing breakfast, the smell of fresh eggs and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen. He set the table with care, placing two steaming cups of coffee beside the plates. He knew Micha would appreciate the small gesture; she loved moments like this—quiet, intimate, and filled with warmth.
When everything was ready, So Hyung returned to the bedroom and sat beside Micha, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she met his gaze, her lips curling into a soft, sleepy smile.
"Good morning, love," he whispered, his voice low and tender. "I made us breakfast. Come, let's eat."
Micha blinked, slowly sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. There was a heaviness in her movements, as though the weight of her dream still lingered on her shoulders. She forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes, and followed him to the kitchen.
They sat together at the table, the smell of the warm breakfast filling the air. Micha took a small bite, but So Hyung noticed the lack of enthusiasm in her usual appetite. She was distant, her mind elsewhere, lost in thoughts that clearly troubled her.
He reached across the table, gently taking her hand in his. "Micha," he began softly, "I know something's been bothering you. You can talk to me. I'm here for you, always."
Micha stared down at her plate for a long moment, her fingers trembling slightly in his grasp. She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. The words that had been weighing heavily on her heart for weeks finally bubbled to the surface.
"You know," she began, her voice quiet and trembling, "life doesn't always go the way we plan. We think we have all the time in the world, that we'll always be together, that things will work out. But the truth is... we never know what's going to happen. We never know when it will all change, or when we'll lose the people we love. I've been feeling this... dread, like something is waiting for me. And that dream last night... it scared me so much, So Hyung. I don't understand what it means, but I feel like it's trying to tell me something—something important, something I'm supposed to do, or prevent. But I don't know how. I'm scared..."
Her voice broke, and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to hold back the sobs that were building in her chest. So Hyung's heart ached seeing her like this. He stood from his chair, moving to her side and pulling her into his arms. He held her close, feeling the way her body shook with the weight of her fears.
"Micha," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering love and tenderness, "don't cry, please. I hate seeing you like this." He wiped the tears from her cheeks with gentle fingers, kissing her forehead softly. "I know you're scared. I can't pretend to understand what the dream means, but I do know this—you are not alone. You have me, and I will always be by your side, no matter what happens. We'll face it together, whatever it is."
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, her lips trembling as she tried to speak through her sobs. "But what if something bad happens? What if I lose you? I don't think I could bear it, So Hyung. I've already lost so much—my family is away, I barely see my friends, and now this... I just feel so alone."
"You're not going to lose me," So Hyung said firmly, cupping her face in his hands. "I'm not going anywhere, Micha. I love you, and nothing is going to change that. I know things have been hard lately with work and everything, but we'll get through this. And I promise, no matter how busy I get, I will always make time for you. You're my priority."
Micha's tears fell freely now, but they were no longer tears of fear or sadness. There was something else in her eyes—relief, perhaps, or the comfort of knowing she wasn't alone in this overwhelming storm of emotions.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to shut you out. I just... didn't know how to deal with all of this."
"You don't have to apologize, Micha," So Hyung reassured her, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her cheek. "We all go through difficult times. But the important thing is that you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here. And I'll always be here, no matter what."
Micha closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, letting his words wash over her like a balm to her aching heart. She felt safe in his arms, as though nothing in the world could touch her when he was near. The nightmare that had haunted her for weeks began to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of So Hyung's love and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. It was just the two of them, in their little bubble of love and comfort. Eventually, Micha's sobs subsided, and she pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a soft, grateful smile.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what I would do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," So Hyung said with a gentle smile, kissing the top of her head. "Now, how about we finish breakfast, and then we can spend the rest of the day together? No work, no stress—just us."
Micha nodded, her heart feeling a little lighter, though the dream still lingered in the back of her mind like a shadow. But with So Hyung by her side, she felt like she could face anything—even the unknown.
They spent the rest of the day together, just as So Hyung had promised. They took a walk in the park, hand in hand, enjoying the crisp morning air. They talked about everything and nothing—about their hopes, their dreams, and the future they wanted to build together. The weight of the dream began to lift as the day went on, replaced by the warmth of their love and the joy of simply being together.
That night, as they lay in bed, Micha felt a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time. She nestled into So Hyung's arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Thank you," she whispered again, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.
"For what?" he asked softly, stroking her hair.
"For being here. For loving me."
"I'll always love you, Micha. Always."
With those words, Micha drifted off to sleep, her heart full of love and her mind at ease, knowing that no matter what the future held, she would never have to face it alone.
But in the quiet of the night, as she slept peacefully beside the man she loved, the dream returned. The same faceless figures, the same cries of sorrow, the same feeling of dread. Only this time, they were closer. So much closer.
And this time, they spoke clearly.
"Micha," they whispered in unison, their voices filled with sorrow and desperation. "We need you."
Micha woke with a start, her heart racing, her skin cold with fear. But when she looked over at So Hyung, still sleeping soundly beside her, she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the present.
The dream wasn't over, and whatever it was trying to tell her wasn't done yet. But she wasn't alone. And whatever came next, she knew she would face it with So Hyung by her side.
As she lay back down, closing her eyes once more, she couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming—something that would change everything.
And this time, she would be ready.
The next morning, Micha woke up with a lingering sense of unease from the dream, but the warmth of So Hyung's embrace reminded her that she wasn't alone. She turned to look at him, still peacefully asleep, and gently brushed her fingers through his hair. The love they shared gave her strength, even as the ominous whispers from her dream echoed in the back of her mind.
She slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him, and made her way to the window. The sky outside was painted with soft hues of dawn, but Micha's heart felt heavy. The dream was becoming more persistent, and now the voices seemed to be calling her—begging for her help. She couldn't ignore it any longer.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. So Hyung had woken up and, sensing her anxiety, pulled her close. "What's wrong, Micha?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
She turned to him, her eyes troubled. "The dream... it's back. And this time, they spoke to me. They need me, So Hyung. I don't know what it means, but I can't shake the feeling that something is coming."
He tightened his grip. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."