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Luka can feel Hyuna’s blood seeping into his clothes, despite it all, it's warm against his skin. This outfit wasn't meant to keep him warm, it's thin and flowy, letting him feel her hands against his back. Her hands are cold, that's not right, she is his sun, the warmth that he's always struggling to find.
He can't breathe, can't scream, can only clutch onto her as he feels the cold spread through her body. It's not right, she's not meant to be cold like he is. He can't let her go, vision blurring, choked gasps as he desperately clings to her. Desperately searching for the warmth she always brought him.
Shooting up with a gasp, Luka has one hand on his chest as he trembles and lets out a shaky sob. His shoulders are trembling as he digs his fingers into his chest, tears blur his vision and he still can't breathe. He's not on stage, he's sitting on something soft, but he still can't breathe.
“Luka.”
Shutting his eyes, he desperately smacks his fist against his chest. Trying to get his breathing under control, but he's second away from feeling like he's going to start dry heaving.
“Luka.”
This time the voice is firm, a warm hand wrapping gently around his fist. Slowly opening his eyes, he feels another warm hand, this time on his face turning it to the side. Soft fingers move from his cheek to brushing his hair back. Feeling a squeeze on his wrist he glanced down, watching as they uncurl his fingers one by one.
“Count with me, 1…2…3…”
Curling and uncurling his fingers as they count together, his breathing slowly evening out. Eventually he brings his free hand up to wipe at his face. Everything is still a little blurry, but it takes a brief second before it clicks that it's only because he's not wearing his glasses.
“Luka, can you look at me?”
1…2…3…
Curling his fingers around her hand before looking up at Hyuna. Her face is full of worry, eyebrows furrowed together as she studies him. If it was anyone else it might even be unnerving, but it's Hyuna, he's safe under her gaze.
“Was it the same nightmare?” Her fingers are back in his hair, settling her hand to cup the back of his neck and play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
His grip tightens on the hand he's still holding, clinging to her like a lifeline. Slowly he nods his head, almost afraid to say it outloud. The thought that if he does, that will be reality instead of sitting here with her, safe and warm in their bed.
He feels her lift his hand up, settling it over her chest.
1…2…3…
“Feel that? I'm here. We're here,” she said, voice steady and firm as she kept her gaze locked with his.
1…2…3…
Between her heartbeat and her even breathing, he can feel the haze from his panic start to fade. Leaning forward he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, wrapping his free arm around her waist. She's warm, this is right, he can feel her warmth against his hand and on his face.
1…2…3…
1…2…3…
He's not sure how long they stay like that. Maybe just a few sets of 3 seconds, just listening to her heartbeat and focusing on the feel of her hand in his hair.
Blinking in confusion when she pulls back and she squeezes his hand before letting go. Bringing both her hands up to cup his face, her lips are warm against his before she leans her forehead against his.
“Think we can go back to sleep?,” she asked, a soft smile on her lips as she brushed her thumbs against his cheeks.
Closing the gap between them to kiss her again, desperate to take more of her warmth with him if he's going to try to sleep again. Pulling back he slowly nods, he at least feels exhausted, letting her lay them both back down.
She's playing with his hair again, fingers brushing against the back of his neck. “I'll stay up-,” cut off by a yawn, her words come out more slurred as she continues, “Until you fall asleep first.”
Shifting closer to her and with his face pressed against her neck, he feels a smile tug at his lips. She never stays up longer than he does, though maybe it's a little ironic. He can feel when she slips back into sleep. Breathing evening out and her face pressed against the top of his head.
Listening to a mix of her steady breathing and heartbeat keeps his own even. She's warm, she's alive, she's here with him. His sun, his wife, his everything. A part of him almost wants to avoid sleeping, wants to memorize everything about this moment, wants to enjoy and savor it. If for nothing else, for that version of him from his dream.
Letting out his own yawn, he presses closer to her, feeling sleep finally start to pull him under. He's not afraid of whatever version of him he might find in sleep, Hyuna will always find him and bring back the warmth.