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Youngjae screamed, sitting up and quickly clutching his chest as tears poured down his face. He shakily touched the spot over his heart – nothing was there, no wound, no blood. He hadn't been stabbed. It was just a dream. He repeated those words over and over again; it was just a dream but it had felt so real. He slapped his hands over his mouth, nausea suddenly overcoming him before he hurriedly got out of the bed and ran for the bathroom, making it just in time. He felt so sick, puking until he collapsed and was dry heaving over the toilet. Youngjae felt a hand on his shoulder and he gasped, quickly flinging his body back.

Daehyun stared at him for a moment and Youngjae could feel the terror building up inside himself. Did he know? What had happened last night? “Are you okay?” The older man finally asked, his voice sounding strained, forced. The younger man slowly nodded his head, though he didn't feel good at all. He felt like he was going to pass out, the world was spinning and his body was trembling with fear.

Does he know? Youngjae thought as he tried to stand up, his legs giving way before he could even completely get up from the cold floor. Daehyun finally leaned down and held out his hand for the younger man to take. The younger man stared at it, taking note of the bloodied bandages wrapped around it. “What happened?” He asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

“I had to deal with something once I got you home.” His lover replied, his eyes on everything but Youngjae. He's lying. I know he's lying. The younger man thought, slowly reaching out to take Daehyun's hand, mindful of the wounds. He knows, doesn't he?

Then why am I still alive? Youngjae felt like he was going to be sick again as Daehyun pulled him back into their bedroom, immediately dropping the younger man's hand once they reached the bed. “You should lie down.” His voice was so emotionless. “I'll get you some water.” He left before Youngjae could even say anything and it wasn't until he was gone that Youngjae let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

He got onto the bed, swallowing hard as he tried to remember everything that had gone on. He could remember drinking at the club, putting up a fight when leaving and coming home and he remembered Daehyun in their bed. Youngjae knew they had talked – something had been said but he didn't know what. Does he know? The question almost seemed to mock him.

But, he had wanted this all along, hadn't he? Hadn't he wanted Daehyun to find out and safely escape, even if it meant giving up his own life? The thought of dying by his lover's hands was so much more frightening in reality. He didn't want to die. He wanted to leave with Daehyun. If Daehyun knew, why was he still alive? Youngjae's body tensed up. Maybe, it was just like his nightmare; maybe, Daehyun had simply been waiting for him to wake up.