Leo's POV, in his dream...

I was just standing in the middle of nowhere and it was just pitch black. I tried calling for someone, anyone... But no one answered. Suddenly, my grandfather appeared out of nowhere and it became lighter. We were in a school yard, with a cloudy sky. After my grandpa appeared, so did Wonshik and N. Wonshik was on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back. His face was covered with scars and blood. My grandfather just looked at him, then began beating him up. "NO!!! Wonshik..." I screamed. I screamed as hard and as loud as I could, then both Wonshik ad my grandpa turned to face me. Eons him looked directly into my eyes and mouthed the words, "Saranghae, Taekwoon." Tears started flooding in my eyes and they were pouring out like a waterfall. I tried running to him, but it was no use because someone was holdings back. It was N. He held me against his body and stated breathing heavily down my neck.

"Jung Taekwoon... You're mine now. Forget all about that stupid, idiotic Ravi. He doesn't matter anymore, he'll just be a dead man anyways." Who the hell was this? It was surely not N, he would never act like this. After the 'fake-N' said that, he pulled me into a long, disturbing and distrusting kiss. I wanted to push him away, and I tried all I could, but no use. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape N's grasp. After a few minutes, he broke apart from me and pushed me away. I fell to the ground, wiping everything I could off my lips. While I was wiping my lips, I turned to my boyfriend, whose face looked even worse then it did before. This time, right now, I could move. I could run to him, I could save him.

*BANG*

Wonshik'a head started having blood gush out from all over it. It was falling down his cheek, then down his neck. He looked at me with tears in his eyes, as he fell to the ground. A pool of blood was forming around his head. His eyes, still open. I reached down, very slowly, to close them. I couldn't believe it. Kim Wonshik, was a dead man. Someone shot a gun, and they were aiming at Wonshik's head. I thought it had been a criminal or someone like that, but it turned out, it was my very own grandfather. I knew he hated Wonshik, ever since the Mydol auditions. I don't know HOW or WHY, but he just did. He told me that he thought Wonshik was a bad role model, had poor fashion taste and had horrible manners. It was all a lie, because that's not who Wonshik is. Even though my grandfather hated him, did it have to go to a point where he had to shoot Wonshik, causing him to die? As I walked to my grandpa, I pulled my hand back and formed a fist. I punched him, as hard as I could, right in his jaw. Yes it probably hurt, a lot maybe, but it didn't kill him. When I punched him, he immediately dropped the gun that was in his hands, making a small thud on the ground. I bent over and picked the gun up, then pointed it directly his face. I wanted to shoot him, truly I did, but Wonshik wouldn't have wanted me to. I glanced over at his lifeless body, and he just had a smile on his face. Back to my grandpa, I quickly dropped the gun and gave him a death stare. Then I rushed over to my lover's lifeless, ice-cold, bloody body and held it in my arms. Tears were flowing from my eyes, and down my face. I wept as softly and as silently as I could, I love him so much.

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