You felt like you were going crazy as you sat up in your dark bedroom. The cold wind blew through your windows, billowing your curtains. You were sweating so bad you looked like you had showered. Your pajamas were to tight, the sheets were to tight, everything was too tight. You had dreamt about him again. Hwang Hyunjin. He was a drug. An aphrodisiac. A hallucinogenic. This was the sixth night you'd dreamt of him, and it made you feel even more tired than it did refreshed. You drag yourself from your bed, ripping off your pajamas, and putting on fresh ones. You throw yourself back in bed and groan. You needed him out of your mind. You had only ever seen him once, he was sweating, there was so much sweat- much like yourself now. His body flowing to the music so gracefully, yet with a power that was unmatchable. He danced with an aura that captivated, in a little dance studio. You had no idea where he came from, or what he was doing here. The town you lived in was small, and everybody knew everybody. So seeing someone new?, it had made your jaw drop. He hadnt seen you watching, nor did he find out. You kept it as your own little secret. So as you gulped down water from your water bottle at 3 AM, you decided to bottle up your feelings and throw them far far down into your soul. Crushes were dangerous, but when the clock struck 5 AM, two hours later. You whimpered pitifully into your pillow. Because Hyunjin kept intoxicating your dreams.