"Where in the unidentified organism did my fork go?" Minho looked at his hand, finding that the fork that contained his food before wasn't there. "Wait... Where did the table-"

He looked around at his surroundings, realising that he had once again appeared in the room.

"Wait... if I had appeared in this room again, does that mean that I fell asleep?" Minho's eyes widened as realisation hit him. "Wait how do I wake up? How did I fall asleep so quickly?"

Turning around, he had finally realised. He could finally move. But how could he control himself so much in his dream?

Suddenly, he felt a poke on his leg. Minho, allowing to control himself, turned around to meet the same pale boy. Except his features could be seen clearer.

"Hey, are you like the others? Can you please help me with this technology? I haven't seen much technology in a while. Unless... I just revealed myself... No! Please don't tell them! Please!" The boys fragile hands landed on Minho's legs, spreading grease over Minho's school uniform.

"What?" He questioned, before a little red spark appeared in the corner of his eye.

"WAIT WHAT IS ON YOUR FACE?" The boys panicked self changed immediately to an excited one. "You brought food for me? But I thought they wouldn't allow it?" Minho suddenly felt hands on his face, until he realised the food he had for breakfast was on his face.

"Wow... What a weird dream..." Minho muttered, but he never expected a reply.

"Dream? No, you're not in a dream! Unless I am dreaming too?" The voice was clearly heard to Minho, as he took a good look at the humans face.

It seemed like he had seen this boy outside of his dreams before, but he couldn't get where he recognised him from.

"But please... Mm this tastes so good wait a second..." The boy continued to eat from Minho's face, with his hands of course. "Please help me with this device, it allows-"

Before Minho could hear the rest of the sentence, a red light flashed brightly into his eyes, blocking out the boy from his vision.

Another scene replaced it. Minho's body stiffened up without his command, suddenly not allowing him to move freely again. Groaning in his mind, he let the scene pan forward itself.

It seemed like he was in 1st perspective, walking calmly down a hallway. Turning a corner, Minho could hear clear voices.

"Its getting harder more me to handle! That other group is getting more fame than ours? Urgh, and all these rumours are getting too much for the group to handle! What should we do?" The outburst made Minho jump, if he could.

"What can we do about it then? Why did you call me over then?"

"I want you to do something for me..." Followed that, Minho could only hear whispers. He felt the person his was in step forward, revealing himself to the two people.

"I got the lyrics here for the song-, wait who is this PD nim?" Minho heard from his perspective a person talk.

"Oh- He... He is going to help us with our next comeback!" Minho could hear a suspicious tone from the person who seemed to be a manager, from what he had heard.

Minho could feel a hand scratching his head. "But PD nim, we have already finished our comeback?"

"Uh... don't worry about it, he is just going to help you, alright? I'll introduce him to you, his name is Le-"

A sharp pain was felt at the side of Minho's cheek, as if someone had threw a dagger. In fact, it was something sort of like that, he felt a cold porcelain object against his face, as he sat up.

"Minho! Are you okay?" The cold object left his face, as his mother revealed a plate in his hands. "We got to get your face clean!"

Minho's hands rushed up to his face, feeling that only pepper was left on his face. If there was nothing on his plate, and on his face, where did his food go? He felt the stinging pain on the side of his face, as his hands reached up, to feel the little cut on his face.

A cloth was placed roughly on his face, as the warm water made contact with the pepper on his face.

As the cloth was roughly wiped around on his face, he thought about the dream that he had.

Was it even a dream? It seemed like that he had fainted on the spot. He didn't even think he was sleeping.

He held onto his head, as a massive headache erupted in his brain.

"Are you okay to go to school Minho?" His mother placed a hand on his shoulder.

Minho reluctantly nodded, before the hand was taken off his shoulder. Wiping off the rest of the grease of his grey pants, Minho got off from his seat and made his way to this sink to place his empty dishes into the sink that his mother had handed him.

He ran his hands under the running water, before he picked up his bag to get ready for school.

His mother gave one last concerning glance at her son, before Minho had slipped out of the door.

Feet pounding against the footpath, his head hung down, focusing on where his feet was landing. He looked around at his surroundings, as the peace had taken over him.

Suddenly a scream was heard.

"URGH, HOW DID HE GIVE ME ANOTHER WOLF-CHAN PLUSHIE??" A view of a male had entered Minho's sight, as he witnessed a scene of a fox chucking a wolf plushie in the bin, and a puppy chasing after him.

"YANG JEONGIN, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SPENT FOR THOSE PLUSHIES, AND TO GET THEM FOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE CLASS? BE GRATEFUL, ONE COSTS 19 AUD DOLLARS, YOU COULD'VE SOLD IT OR SOMETHING, BUT IN THE BIN?"

Minho stood there, stunned like something had just shocked him. First of all, the teacher and the student would be late to school, and they were wasting their time fighting with each other. Secondly, the Wolf-Chan plushies that they had supposedly mentioned had been paid by all of Mr Kim's money, and was given to Minho himself. Lastly, it was the plushie Minho treasured.

As the chaotic duo ran off, Minho peered into the bin, but nothing grey had entered his sight. Searching around deep, which Minho surprisingly had the courage to do, he swiftly fished out the poor plushie, who was now covered in doritos cheese powder.

Yet it being disgusting, he had still kept it in his hand, while heading to school.

He felt his book nudge at his chest, as if he had forgotten something. Well, in that case, he had forgotten something.

Eyes widening, he nearly abandoned the toy he held in the hand, while quickly unzipping the pocket of which the journal laid in. Taking out the journal, he jotted down what he had remembered, clearly writing down the details. Clearly.