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One Step At A Time

Summary:

It was just a dream, right? Han Jisung really couldn't tell what it was but it wasn't just a normal dream.

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Han Jisung has a repressed memory that he remembers in the form of a dream

Notes:

This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome!
Hope you enjoy 💛

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Update:
For anyone who has read this before, thank you!
I am planning to add more chapters
I took off the first chapter so I can rewrite it
It'll be the same story, just drawn out with more details
Everything I've written will be re-uploaded and then there will be additional chapters to add to the story after that
I hope you stick around to hear the story! 💛

Chapter 2: Real

Summary:

Han Jisung has a dream that haunts him, but is it really just a dream?

Notes:

Hi! I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to get something out there to set the tone for the series
It won't be long till the next chapter is out, thank you for reading!
Talk to you guys soon 💛

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Everybody has nightmares at times, and there are ones that stick with you, but this one felt different, it felt more real somehow.
Han couldn't go back to sleep after that one even though he doesn't remember it too well.
Where did that idea even come from? Why would he dream of his dad doing something like that to him?
What was he even doing exactly?
Han can't quite put his finger on it, but something feels off.
Maybe just because of the nature of the nightmare he thought.
But what exactly was going on?
Han continued trying to figure it out, tiring himself out again and go back to sleep.

He couldn't let go of the dream through the whole next day, but it was especially difficult to forget in this moment.
It was nothing out of the ordinary happening, the members have always been touchy with each other, laying on the practice room floor while taking a break.
But for some reason their touches are making his skin crawl.
"Sorry, just getting too warm" Han said while moving away from Bang Chan and Hyunjin.
Chris smiled at him while putting his hand on Jisung's thigh as a way to still keep a little contact.
Han wanted to yell at him and move away even farther, but he couldn't do that.
They'd ask questions and he wouldn't even know how to respond.
"I had a dream of my dad doing something, I don't even know what exactly and I can't stop thinking about it" no, that definitely wouldn't work.
He decided just to sit there, frozen and uncomfortable, strange invisible hands on him feeling too real.

Notes:

Glad you made it this far!
Chapters will be coming out in the future, they should be longer than this one, lol
Just wanted to get something out to sent the tone
Comments are always appreciated, I'm happy to talk to you guys!
Thank you 💛

Chapter 3: Deep Breaths

Summary:

Bang Chan and Han are recording in the studio when Chan accidentally triggers Han

Notes:

Another short chapter, hope you guys like it! 💛

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"Let me try it again!" Han said after they recorded the same line for the hundredth time that day.
"Han, what we have is fine. Don't worry about it.." Chan sighed.
"One more time, one more time."
Hans mind was elsewhere while recording, like it had been constantly the last few days.
‘Sometimes nightmares just stick with you.’ Han reasoned to himself.
After rerecording the same line for the millionth time, Han was finally satisfied with it.
"You did well." Chan said through a yawn, reaching out to pat Hans back.
Han himself couldn't figure out why, but his body instinctively jumped away from Chan’s touch, a wave of anxiety running through him.
Chan shot him a confused look, wondering what made Han so on edge.
Han just gave Chan a tired and awkward smile before saying, "I need to get going, I have a guitar lesson. See you at home Hyung!"
That was a lie, but it was all he could think of as his heart was pounding in his ears, threatening to explode out of his chest.
He just wanted to get out of there, go on a walk. Maybe the fresh air would help.
A wave of cold air hitting his face was a shock to his nervous system, but that was just what he needed.
Taking deep, slow breaths, he put his earbuds in and headed home.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!
Comments are always appreciated, I would love to have a conversation!
Chapters will be becoming increasingly darker in the future
Hope you enjoyed 💛

Notes:

Glad you made it this far!
I'd love to hear what you think about it in the comments! 💛