𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

knj : evil

summary: in which dreams can haunt, too.

genre: mystery, angst

word count: + 1.4k

part 4 of the evil series.

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did you ever have a nightmare? a nightmare so horrible that it leaves you shaking with fear, maybe even with tears brimming in the corners of your eyes? of course you did. but, did you also ever wonder how exactly these dreams appear on your mind? i can tell you why. demons. evil, soulless creatures, enjoying the sight of humans trembling and shivering. haunting one to death. i thought that these things were the most evil creatures on earth. so, i was more than surprised when i met a certain someone who changed my mind forever. this is the story of my encounter with my personal nightmare.

i shot up in my bed, fragments of those nightmares still present in my mind. my breath was fast, labored even, chest rapidly rising up and down, and i could feel beads of sweat pearling at my temples. with a trembling hand, i reached out, turned on the light. "what was that even..", i quietly mumbled to myself, running a hand through my long hair. taking a quick glance at the clock, i knew that it was too late to fall asleep again. "my alarm will go off in an hour.", i sighed and got up.

i took the time and showered, got dressed and studied a bit more while having a short breakfast. just when i knew it was about time to leave, i grabbed my school bag and headed out of my house, walking to school. it was still early, and thick layers of fog were floating over the ground, it was hard to see farther than 20 meters or so. about half the way, my best friend (f/n) joined me, two steaming cups of coffee in her grasp. "here.", she just said after eyeing me, and i took one cup, smiling softly.

"you should really go to the doctor's, (y/n). when did you have a decent sleep without nightmares haunting you?", she sighed. "i don't know, but it will go away soon, trust me.", i murmured quietly, not being able to look into her eyes. "yeah, you said that 3 months ago as well.", she snorted and i couldn't help but chuckle. i knew that (f/n) was just worried about me.

soon enough, we reached the school building and headed straight towards our shared classroom. while walking upstairs, i got to glance at my reflection in one of the huge windows, causing a slight gasp to erupt from my throat. i looked like shit, to be honest. dark strands of hair framing my pale, almost white face. my eyes looked dull, dark shadows and prominent eye bags surrounding them. "wow. i look awful. where's your concealer?", i managed to joke and (f/n) sighed, dragging me to the bathroom, handing me her makeup bag. "there you go."

even with a lot of concealer, i had the feeling, that my tired and worn-out look still was present. i suppressed a yawn and let myself drop on my seat, facing the other students. they all looked so healthy, smiling and laughing at each other. they looked like they all had a good rest, and i couldn't help but envy them. i didn't even know when the nightmares started, but i surely knew something: they had to stop. i was getting less and less sleep. i was afraid of falling asleep and thus, forced myself to stay awake as long as i could. maybe i really should go to the doctor's?

my thoughts got interrupted, when the classroom's door opened, revealing our teacher, accompanied by a tall boy. said boy had short, greenish colored hair and dark, auburn eyes. he was, in short, really handsome. "wow, is he new?", (f/n) whispered into my right ear. i shrugged, being too tired to even realize what she had said.

"good morning, fellow students. i will now introduce you to a new student who just recently moved here. this is kim namjoon.", she smiled and nearly everyone of us nodded, mumbling a quiet "hey" or "nice to meet you". "you can sit down next to (y/n).", the teacher went on, pointing to the seat next to mine. as the boy, now known as namjoon, took the seat next to me, i managed to crack a weak smile before focusing on the lesson once again. it was so damn hard to stay awake, to focus on what the teacher was saying.

my eyes were about to close, and i quickly shook my head, taking deep breaths, trying to not fall asleep. "hey, you're alright?", i heard a deep voice to my left, i knew that it was namjoon. i nodded weakly and whispered: "yeah.."

all of a sudden, namjoon raised his hand. "excuse me, but i think (y/n) isn't feeling good.", he said and our teacher sighed softly. it wasn't something new. "then take her on a small walk outside and let her drink something.", she answered, adding that she would excuse us from this lesson. my weak protests were in vain as namjoon pulled me up, guiding me outside the classroom, outside the school, until the cold and fresh air breezed against my skin.

"you okay?", namjoon asked once again, as he guided me to a bench, sitting down next to me, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. i couldn't allow myself to be weak, so i nodded, once again. "y-yes... i'm really okay.." "you look awful though. didn't get enough sleep, am i right?", the other asked, pulling me even closer to him. i shrugged. why trusting a stranger i only met a couple of minutes before? "take a rest.", namjoon sighed. "trust me, you can sleep."

i didn't want to, i really didn't, but as i snuggled deeper in his embrace, i felt my eyes closing, my breath slowing down and my thoughts beginning to drift away. and just as that, i fell asleep.

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"hello again, sleepyhead.", i heard a deep voice from above me, and shuffled around slightly, rubbing my eyes in a tired way. "did you sleep well?", namjoon asked, smiling. i gasped upon realizing i didn't have a nightmare. "yes.", i said, nodding frantically. "i didn't have any nightmares!", i exclaimed.

namjoon sighed softly, a somewhat sad smile curling on his lips. "something wrong?", i asked, wriggling myself out of his tight embrace, studying his facial expressions curiously. "ah, no, it's nothing.", he replied, causing me to frown slightly, puffing my cheeks in a —hopefully cute— way. the other just sighed again, and got up. "(y/n), for how long did you have these nightmares?" "about... 3 months, i think.", i mumbled. "well, you won't have these nightmares ever again.", namjoon said, ruffling my hair slightly.

"what?", i asked, my voice laced with utter confusion. "don't ask.", namjoon replied, as he gave me one last smile, before walking away.

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i haven't seen namjoon since that day, and i also haven't had any nightmares anymore. one evening, i decided to pull an all nighter, grabbed my laptop and began to search 'reasons for nightmares' on the internet. that was when i found something that caught my interest. "demons—the reason why we can not sleep..", i read the title, clicking the link. "so demons are the cause of our nightmares? and only if they leave the human world after falling in love with one of us, this specific person is able to sleep peacefully..", i murmured.

that didn't even make sense. if namjoon really would have been a demon, how in god's name could he have fallen in love with me this fast? i mean, we only met that day, and after this, he went missing.. i remembered the police asking me about him, and how i told them everything i knew — which was literally nothing. or... did he watch me these past months? was he the cause of my horrible nightmares?

questions over questions that roamed inside of my head, question that i knew would never be answered.

i never saw namjoon again.

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edited; 2017/12/01.

this was quite difficult to write, and i am sorry if it's no good.

"is it that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. when no glance, no tone of voice is so fleeting but shines with significance."
— ahdaf soueif; the map of love