To Minho's confusion, that night he couldn't sleep at all. Even if 'Han' had gotten the wrong time, which was most likely, he would still be able to sleep like a normal human, right?

He wasn't even slightly annoyed at the fact that he didn't do whatever happens whatever whenever whoever and however the supposed dreams come in at 11pm, the suggested time he had said. He was annoyed at the fact he couldn't sleep. For the past two days, the sleep he had gotten only clouded his head with thoughts about what was going on.

As he got out of bed at 6am that morning, he still didn't feel too tired. He was getting ready, as his mother had popped out of her bedroom, surprised to see her son early out of bed. Minho had already flung his bag around his arms, presenting the food that he had cooked for the both of them, but with an empty plate.

"Lee Minho, how did you wake up that quickly? I thought you had to sleep at 9pm, but you usually slept at 11?"

Minho scoffed, knowing how easy it was to slip around his mother's traps. Being bestie bestie with her, since she was pretty young. "Couldn't get to sleep at all, mother." For some reason his mother would always get sort of mad if she was called 'mother', although Minho would always say 'that's only me being polite'.

"Oh, that reminds me, your detention teacher, and I'm still not letting you off for that, had told me that you randomly fell asleep in detention, and jolting around a lot. It must be something that happens in your sleep."

Minho jokingly rolled his eyes, before looking the other way, bracing for a lecture.

Luckily, it wasn't.

"I have got something to track your sleeping, and help you with managing your time. It's a watch, that you can manage your sleep with, and I've already set it up.

Minho was handed a white banded smart watch. He watched in awe, as the screen lit up, revealing a picture of the plushie along with the time.

"How did you do this?" Minho had never been in awe as much as this, other than the time where Hyunjin had never spoken a word about the fact he was crazy over.

"Custom watch face. You can change it yourself." His mother smiled at the joy Minho was getting.

With an excited smile on his face, Minho explored the watch, while his mother had finished off her breakfast. New surprises were getting to him about the functions of the watch, as if he had never seen something better than it (he did, Mr Kim's kangaroo drawing).

Once his mother finished eating, he was allowed off to school, in a happy mood, as he watched the steps on his watch go up.

He never knew why he was so excited. He acted sort of childish about it. He even forgot about the fact that he couldn't sleep that morning.

As he reached to school, his mood dropped down significantly, as he heard a "75%" from a specific someone.

"Yeah, I'm telling the truth Jeongin, 75% of your dreams ARE true! He spoke with exaggerated hand movements, as he emphasised on the 'are'.

Minho watched at the interaction. It seemed like Hyunjin was actually changing friends at this point, He always figured out that Hyunjin had a mini crush on Jeongin, the 'popular kid' in school. He never knew he was going to dump him for Jeongin.

"Well, I see where your coming from." Jeongin nodded at Hyunjin's comment, which made Hyunjin finally realise Minho's existence.

Unfortunately, he greeted him with "SEE, HE SAID IT WAS TRUE MINHO!" He pounced on his 'best friend', making Minho tumble down under him. "ITS TRUE, ITS TRUE, ITS TRUE."

Minho rolled his eyes. "So what do you want? Class is about to start. We should hurry up."

"And we have maths. And that is Mrs Yang. She doesn't care if we are late or not." Hyunjin scoffed, while flinging an arm around Jeongin, before walking away.

Minho ignored them, going to class.

The math class was always focusing on their work, while being chaotic at the same time. Mrs Yang, one of the nicest teacher of all, had her ways of having the best of both sides.

Minho, who was obviously separated from Hyunjin (because the other teachers and Jeongin convinced her to), watched over at the duo, who were messing around with each other. He would watch Jeongin complement Hyunjin, as a small tint of red would replace his pale skin. It was obvious that Hyunjin liked Jeongin (not only because of that reason).

And once in a while he would hear "75%". Being finally freed from the jail cell of torture, Minho rushed out of the room, waiting for the next class eagerly, so he could watch the teacher yell at Hyunjin and Jeongin to shut up.

He eyed the duo, as the moved closer to him. He started to approach them, about to argue that '75% percent of your dreams are not true'.

But before he could even get a metre close, or whatever measurement is used in America, he felt the uncomfortable feeling of Jeongin's arms.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHY DOES THIS NEED TO FUCKING HAPPEN YOU PIECE OF SHIT." Minho rambled out curses to the event, as he felt the uncomfortableness of Jeongin.

A boy with innocent ears watched the raging scene, before he started chuckling. "Did you collapse onto the teachers lap again?" he questioned, laughing as if he had never laughed in ages.

"EVEN WORSE. WAS ABOUT TO COLLASPE AND WAS CAUGHT BY THAT BITCH, YANG JEONGIN. THE 'POPULAR DUDE IN SCHOOL'. Minho spat out another curse to the poor student who just wanted to stop Minho from banging his head against the ground.

'Han' continued to laugh, before aggressively slapping the bed to show that it was somehow funny. "Sorry, I just haven't heard something so funny in ages. In ages, I mean like around 2-3 years. I don't really know."

Minho snapped back to his normal self, before he broke into apology. "I'm so sorry for swearing and raging." But he realised the situation he was in before speaking.

"But didn't I tell you to do whatever that thing was at 11? Are we in different time zones or what?" Minho scratched his head in confusion.

"According to my nearly faded watch, it is 11am. I mean, when I decided to connect, I think we're in different time zone-"

"YOU UNIDENTIFIED ORGANISM, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO CONNECT AT 11PM, NOT AM!" Minho started raging once again, attempting not to curse.

'Han's eyes were full of shock. "I-I'm so sorry, just please don't tell this to Mr Lee, please don't." A sudden change of character was applied to 'Han', as he slowly backed away from Minho.

"I'm sorry, Han whatever your name was before it cut off, I have to remind myself to not rage again." Minho slightly chuckled, which to his happiness, brought a smile to the other's face.

"So that means one thing." The puffy cheeked boy looked up, as he was doing calculations. "We are in the same time zone, right? We're both in South Korea."

Minho nodded to the boy's response, as he noted down mentally to take it in his journal.

'Han' hummed a little, as he was thinking deep into his thoughts. "I got a question for you."

Minho looked at him, waiting for the question.

"First of all, I need to know your name."

Minho answered, not caring about the fact that the statement wasn't even a question. "Minho. Lee Minho."

"Wow... Lee? Same last name as Mr Lee?" 'Han' questioned, slowly getting more restless by the second.

Minho shrugged, not knowing who this 'Mr Lee' guy was. Taking a guess, he assumed that it was the blonde haired male who had winked at him in the previous dream.

How did he even remember that. Dreams are hard to remember, right? Unlike the fact Hyunjin says, this one was actually true.

"I deserve to know your name, right?" Minho blurted out, attempting to quickly escape from the thoughts that were slowly starting to drown him in.

"I guess so at this point. You didn't get my full name last time." The boy sighed, as Minho was patiently waiting.

"My name is Han Jisung."