The Model And The Monstrosity

Jeonghan jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks. The room was suffocatingly quiet, and the absence of Scoups sent a wave of dread crashing over him.

"Coups?" he called out, his voice trembling, but the silence that enveloped him was oppressive, a reminder of the horrors that had unfolded before.

With a pounding heart, he stepped out of the room, the air thick with an unsettling stillness.

"Guys?" he shouted again, desperation creeping into his tone as he rapped on the doors of his friends' rooms, but only silence answered him.

Panic clawed at his insides as he flung open each door, revealing empty spaces that echoed his growing fear. His hands trembled, and his breath quickened, each inhale a struggle against the rising tide of terror.

Then, from the shadows, a voice slithered into his ears, chilling him to the bone.

"Angel." The word was foreign, laced with a sinister familiarity that made his skin crawl. Slowly, he turned, dread pooling in his stomach as he beheld a figure cloaked in darkness, its face obscured.

"At last, I have the chance to speak with you," it purred, its tone dripping with malice.

Jeonghan stood frozen, paralyzed by a mix of shock and horror, his body betraying him as the figure glided closer. A cold hand landed on his shoulder, and he felt tears prick at his eyes, a mix of fear and helplessness.

"Ple-please," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

The figure leaned in, its breath ghosting against his skin, sending shivers racing down his spine.

"You smell divine, Angel," it murmured, and as it pressed its lips against his shoulder, Jeonghan's eyes squeezed shut, a silent plea escaping his lips.

"Please, st-stop it."

But the figure was relentless, trailing its mouth along his neck, leaving a mark that burned with both disgust and terror. Jeonghan fought against the grip that held him captive, but the figure's strength was overwhelming, a dark force that threatened to consume him whole.

Jeonghan's mind was a whirlwind of panic, consumed by a single desperate plea: "Someone, pl-please save me. Get me out of this nig-nightmare. Is there anyone out th-there who can help?"

When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Scoups, his expression etched with concern. Jeonghan shot up, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch Scoups' face.

"You're real, right?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Scoups simply called his name, "Jeonghan," but that one word shattered the dam holding back Jeonghan's emotions.

He threw his arms around Scoups, sobbing as he clung to him, desperate to escape the horrors of his dream.

Time lost all meaning as he nestled into the warmth of Scoups' embrace, wishing he could stay there forever, far away from the nightmare that haunted him.

He felt himself drifting off again, but he fought against it, terrified of slipping back into that dark place. Scoups noticed the struggle etched on Jeonghan's face.

"Hey, if you're feeling sleepy, it's okay to rest," he said gently. Jeonghan shook his head vigorously, unwilling to let sleep take him again.

"What happened, Jeonghan?" Scoups pressed, concern deepening in his voice. Jeonghan remained silent, lost in his thoughts until Scoups called him by his nickname, "Hannie?".

That pulled Jeonghan from his reverie, and he finally sighed, recounting the nightmare that had gripped him.

Scoups listened intently, his gaze distant as he processed what Jeonghan had shared. After a moment, he offered a comforting suggestion.