It was no secret that your brother's best friend, Dohwa, was interested in you. The lingering stares, the casual touches that lasted a second too long, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you—it was all too obvious. You tried to ignore it, to chalk it up to friendly affection, but deep down, you knew there was something more.

Tonight, however, was not a night for unspoken feelings. Your brother was having a party downstairs, the music vibrating through the floorboards and into your very bones. You hated parties, the noise, the crowds, the forced interactions. More than that, you were embarrassed of your nightmares.

You locked your door before bed, hoping to create a barrier between yourself and the chaos below, both real and imagined. Tucking yourself into bed with your plush dinosaur, your childhood companion, you tried to focus on anything but the rising sense of dread.

It wasn't long before the familiar terrors clawed their way into your mind. Grotesque figures danced in the shadows, their whispers turning into screams, the room closing in until you couldn't breathe. You thrashed against the sheets, your own screams echoing in the darkness.

Suddenly, a loud crack shattered through the nightmare. The door burst open, splintering around the frame. Dohwa rushed in, his eyes filled with concern. He knew about your nightmares. He ran to your bedside and gently shook you. "Wake up, wake up, you're having a nightmare." He continued to shake you gently, brushing the hair away from your face with a tender hand, his worry etched into every line of his face.