note: he in narration (bold) refers to the one dreaming, the rest are always specified each time without pronouns. applies for the rest of the chapters.

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"Jungkook-ah!"

Sight obscured and blurry, the scene strangely seemed so familiar, like he knew everything about it.

Like he'd been living in the house, he sat up, looking at the person standing in front of him, seeming tall.

The boy's face, he could see, but he couldn't. Everything seemed so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

He saw the boy open his mouth, a vague mischievous grin on his face. The boy said something— something that was known very well.

It was a name, he knew. Because what followed after it seemed just right for it to have been a name.

He just didn't know what it was. He could clearly see it, he could hear it. But, he couldn't.

"—why are you sleeping just before---- is going to come?"

He could feel his heart-rate increase, he wasn't sure if it was the dream itself or his real body reacting to what was happening.

Wait— what? What was the name the boy said?

He knew who it was, he knew, he felt such a familiarity to the person the boy in front of him was referring to.

But, like always:

He couldn't put his finger on it.

And, just afterwards, he could hear himself speak. He didn't find it that strange that he couldn't control what he was saying, he didn't have the power to think it at the moment.

"He can just come here and cuddle me, then. I was up all night last night checking the assessment papers— I didn't know students hated history that much, really."

The boy in front of him laughed, and he felt a strange content happiness in seeing the younger smile. With that, he could tell the boy- who seemed so unfamiliarly familiar- was close to him in the dream. But, he'd never seen him before.

"He's saying he wants to take you out, so get up."

With those words processing, he sat up immediately, feeling giddy.

"When is he arriving?"

With an amused smile, teeth resembling a bunny, the boy assured.

"You have time to take a shower and change. Go."

Feeling himself nod happily, a wide grin on his face. He stood up.

Then, suddenly, he arrived at a scene with another person in front of him- the one that's always been there.

"-----"

He said something, he knew he had. But, he didn't even know what came out of his mouth. It was just on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't grasp it.

The vague face that seemed all too familiar to him yet not recognizable at all grinned widely, setting off a blossoming happiness in his heart.

The beautiful man — which he couldn't reasonably justify because he couldn't even remember the other's face properly but he just knew the other was — leaned forward, hands comfortable combed in his hair.

Heart pounding and finding himself leaning forward too, they were just a few nanometers away from attaching their lips.

Eyes snapping open, Seowon breathed a little irregularly, feeling his heart-rate faster than normal. He stared up at the sky, seeing it still wasn't completely light blue yet. The sun's gonna rise in a few.

He sat up, back leaning against the big dumpster wall. The trash was taken just a few days ago and no one had thrown away anything that was big enough to sleep on yet, so Seowon just dealt with the floor that day.

Ah, it's my birthday, today.

Smiling to himself, he wondered if there was ever going to be a day where he could celebrate his birthday with enough money left over to survive.

Closing his eyes, he just focused on his breathing, calming him down and making him focus on today's plans. School was ending soon, college was going to start. He'd already gotten a full ride in some college whose name he didn't give an effort in remembering for the moment, every important document and clothes inside his bag.

He sighed happily, opening his eyes to look up at the finally turned light blue sky. He was finally going to have a roof to sleep under.

But, he couldn't waste any time. He had to work.

Disregarding the dream he had the morning— knowing he'd not remember any important details anyway, he stood up and dusted himself off.

I should get the laundry done before work, today, he thought before carrying his bag and making his way into and out the alleyway.

While he was walking down the street, he looked around the half emptiness of it. And, he wondered. It was literally the 22nd century with many of the world's problem from years prior getting better, countries having more negotiations and friendliness than war declarations.

Seowon remembered learning in history that until just a few decades ago, there were two Koreas. He couldn't believe it, it seemed so strange. But, then again, he felt like he'd lived through it all as well. Whenever he learned about history, he felt a closure to the subject, like he was vividly reminiscing without actual memories.

Then, his thoughts wandered to the dream he had. Like always, it was the same characters all in all. Other than himself in first person, he'd noted at some point, there were around five or six others who he could distinguish as different people even if he had a vague remembrance of their faces and names.

There was one who was always there, though. And, it was the same person who gave him a heat of arousal sometimes when he woke up, too. At one point the past few years when he woke up from those dreams, he wondered if they were telling him something— if they're predicting some sort of a future? Like a precognition dream he'd read about in a psychology textbook.

Trying not to cloud his head with complex thoughts at the moment, he inhaled slowly, the act itself calming him. Like he was breathing in all refreshing and nice thoughts and breathing out his stress. Taking deep breaths really calmed him.

Spotting the public laundry from afar, he saw it wasn't that crowded and was grateful. He didn't want others seeing him, a low class, they'd call him, sneer at him and act as if he's an abomination to the human race. He hated it, but he had to deal with it, having no other choice.

Having bitter thoughts, he quickly tried to get his clothes washed and dried, so he wouldn't be late for work.

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He felt anger, wrath driving in every blood in his veins. His hands were around a man's neck — who's face he didn't recognize (like always), but this time it felt a little different. Rather than a sweet lover, or a wonderful friend, the man felt like an enemy.

Hands dangerously tightening around the man's neck, he felt even more anger. With a final grit of teeth, there was a loud sound. A thunder-clap, lightning from the sky knocking the man straight down, skin burnt, but not dead.

Menacingly turning around, he saw other faces, looking more than scared, and a figure lying on the ground — who seemed to have the utmost importance to him.

Growling a little, he spit out.

"Who the fuck wants to go next?"

The scene changed to him fluttering his eyes open to look at the prettiest sight of his lover —who he could vaguely recognise the face of, but couldn't see, nor was he able to notice it. It was strange.

Feeling himself crack a large smile seeing the other stir, he leaned forward to press a kiss against the soft lips.

And, like always, Juseon woke up. He didn't realize he was dreaming — it felt all too real.

But, it was so peculiar the way these dreams worked. He didn't realize he was dreaming during it, he just let it happen. And, he'd wake up, he'd forget some details but try and note down as much detail of the dreams as much as possible.

Touching his lips, the tingling sensation present from the dream, he reached out to his dream notebook, almost quarter filled now. Like the ritual he'd grown into, he wrote down everything he remembered; the bed scene where he was with — who he assumed to be — his lover in the dream's storyline; the strange people with such familiarity and presence yet something he couldn't recognize — almost like he was reaching for it as much as he could but just couldn't grasp it.

After he scribbled down everything, he looked back to see if he could uncover anything. He remembered that he'd noticed there were around five to seven people — including himself — who were the most occurrent in them.

After scanning over everything, he sighed out, giving up for the moment. He almost tired of everything, tired of questioning why this was happening, tired of dealing with other things when he didn't care for them, tired of waking up with either arousal or questions, or even both.

Taking a deep breath in, he cleared his thoughts before he felt any exasperation at the situation. He just wanted to know what all this meant.

"Juseon-ah! Come downstairs for your special breakfast. Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday!"

Hearing his mother call him downstairs snapped him out of his trance, a grin pulling on his cheeks.

"Right, it's my birthday today!"

He exclaimed, a tingling sensation coursing throughout his body. Shivering a little, Juseon ignores it, jumping out of his bed to head downstairs.

"I hope we have some cake!"