Your eyes snapped open, your chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm as your racing heart echoed in your ears. The faint glow of Seoul’s night lights seeped through the thin curtains, painting ghostly streaks on the walls of your dorm room. It was all too familiar—the same room, the same darkness from the nightmare that had jolted you awake.

A chill crept down your spine as fear coiled tight in your stomach, clawing its way up to your throat. You fumbled for the lamp on your nightstand, your trembling fingers finding the switch. Click. Nothing. Just darkness. The power was out again. You flicked the switch repeatedly in vain. The sharp clatter of an empty cup toppling to the floor broke the oppressive silence, its hollow thud ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot.

"Hey… you okay?"

Jeongin's groggy voice pierced through the tension, making you flinch. You turned your head to see him sitting up in his bed across the room, his messy hair sticking out at odd angles. He rubbed his eye lazily, his silhouette half-illuminated by the faint city lights streaming through the window. "Bad dream?" he asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern.