× day six ⤖ part two ×

                                    

                                          
[Hyunjin's P.O.V]
                          
"Who's Hanjae?"
                          
I swear my heart actually skips a couple beats hearing the words leave Chaeyoung's mouth. Hearing the name be said out loud.
                          
"W-What?"
                          
The word was supposed to come out sounding confused and annoyed, but instead, it just sounds shaky and scared.
                          
"You were talking to a lot of people in your dream, but Hanjae was the only name I didn't recognize."
                          
"But you-you said it was just incoherent screaming!"
                          
"I lied," Chaeyoung shrugs, "I heard some of it."
                          
I push my hair back off my forehead, taking a deep breath, before forcing myself to laugh a bit.
                          
"I don't even know who...what's his name? Hanjae? I don't know who he is."
                          
Chaeyoung looks at me as if she's unsure whether or not to believe what I'm saying.
                          
"He must have been made up in my dream," I continue, "I mean, I-I don't...I don't even know anyone named Hanjae," I force another laugh.
                          
"Well you seemed pretty worried about him," Chaeyoung observes.
                          
"Okay well, it was a dream. It's not like I could control what I did, and besides, dreams aren't real. Just because I knew someone named Hanjae in my dream doesn't mean I do in real life."
                          
"Dreams reflect your thoughts and emotions," Chaeyoung tells me.
                          
"Yeah, I know that, Chae," I roll my eyes at her, "It probably represented my fear of being a bad leader and not being able to protect our group. My brain just personified that fear into a random person or something."
                          
Chaeyoung nods, shutting her eyes again.
                          
"Dreams also reflect your memories," She mumbles.
                          
I don't answer her. She's starting to fall asleep, anyway. But her words stick in my head. I know they're true. But there's no point in dwelling over trying to decipher my dream - there are more important things to be worrying about.
                          
Like the fact that I'm in an arena full of people trying to kill me.
                          
Like the fact that we gained a new ally in the heat of the moment last night, and I'm still not sure if we can trust him.
                          
Like the fact that Jisung is currently tossing and turning and panting in his sleep.
                          
The third problem mentioned alarms me the most, so I choose to focus on that one at the moment.
                          
I quietly step over the sleeping figures of my other three allies to reach Jisung. He's on his side at the moment, so I gently roll him onto his back. His face is even paler than it was yesterday. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead, and his breathing is ragged and uneven.
                          
I press my hand to his forehead and then to his cheek only to find that he's burning up with a fever.
                          
"Shit," I mutter, sliding his sleeping bag off his body to inspect his leg. I stop just before I pull it low enough to see the wound, deciding at the last minute that I really don't want to see it. As much as I hate to admit it, I have no clue what to do.
                          
I inch on my knees over to Hwiyoung before shaking his shoulders. Hwiyoung stirs in his sleep a bit, mumbles something incoherent, and rolls over to his other side away from me.
                          
"Hwiyoung. Wake up. Now," I shake him harder.
                          
"Seokwoo?" he mutters, rolling back over and rubbing at his eyes. His words actually send a pang of some sort of pain through my conscience - I think it might be pity.