nights ☆ nct dream

switch.

Mark's POV

"Jisung, turn off the lights." I groaned, shifting around my bed. I heard the switch clicked, but the light didn't turned off.

"Jisung, I said turn off the lights." I rubbed my eyes, but they were still closed. The switch clicked again, but the lights didn't turn off. Again.

I groaned louder, as I sat up, ready to shout.

"PARK JISUNG, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY--" I stopped shouting because of what I see.

I'm on a room. A fully white room. What I'm wearing is also white.

I remember wearing my favorite blue pajamas last night... what is this?

Then I heard a click again. And again. And again.

I looked around the room, seeing a switch being switched up and down. I held my blankets, since this... is not normal.

I'm dreaming, right? It's only dream.

I pinched my wrist, but I felt pain. I tried slapping myself, but I didn't go back to reality.

What... is this? Am I dead?

I looked at the switch, still being turned in and off. Then it stopped.

Multiple knocks were heard from the door.

***

"MARK!" I jolted up my bed, but felt extreme pain. I grimaced, and let my head fall onto... someone's shoulder.

"What are you doing with that hair straightener? Why are you burning yourself with that?" Who is this? I... don't know. The pain is really killing me, I can't think straight.

But what? Hair straightener? Burning myself? When did I even had the time to plug that in and turn it on?

Then the lights opened.

I looked up, seeing Jisung looking at me full of worry. I looked at my arm, seeing a brown-black kind of burn.

But one thing was worrying me the most.

Who turned on the lights?