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Chapter 29.0

Seokjin. That was his name.

And the dreams didn't come.

...

Instead he dreamt of fields of wild flowers, deep, beautiful blues and purples and bright, brilliant reds and yellows. Above the sun shone, lending it's warmth to the world below. White, fluffy clouds spread across the light sky, making it appear like something out of a story book.

And he ran, legs carrying him forward at a rapid pace. All around him was the sound of laughter, pure happiness radiating from every moment.

But there was no heart beating within his chest. No wild pulse rapidly pounding against his ribs and against his throat. Only the ice cold blood flowing through his veins.

Arms wrapped around him suddenly, capturing him and ending the game they had been engaged in. A sound escaped him as he was lifted - but there was no fear, no edge of knowledge that there was something wrong.

One moment he was on his feet and the next he was buried within the tall grass, blades bending beneath him to form a soft bed. And above him was the shadow of the prince - his prince, so tall and handsome and perfect.

He could see him. Could see every single feature, every angle of his jaw and every curve of his nose. Soft lips and kind eyes. Could feel the fingertips moving along his sides, could feel the warmth of another body hovering above him. Could see -

Dark hair. Stark black and even deeper eyes, still swirling with contained, captured galaxies but so different than he remembered. Pale skin that had taken on the color lent by the sun.

Suddenly the world shifted, and no longer was he laying safe in the canopy of nature - but locked into the darkness of a room he didn't know, forced to stare into the only thing that was held prisoner with him.

A mirror.

Dark hair. Stark black and even deeper eyes. A perfect reflection of the changes which had occurred within his prince. And he wanted to scream. Opened his mouth but realized that no sound would come. Took a deep breath and tried again. Tried and tried and tried until he was collapsing into a useless puddle on the rough wooden floor.

Everything was ruined.

...

He woke screaming, the sound he had tried so desperately to make within his dream finally working it's way out and releasing.

"Seokjin!" There were arms wrapping around him, encircling his waist and attempting to pull him back down from where he had sat up, ram rod straight, as if his body couldn't stand being in that position any longer.

Even after the sound died he couldn't speak. Could only lift his own hands to his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded against his ribs. Twisted and took in the sight of his prince in the dying lamp light - all blond hair and light eyes and pale skin and it did nothing to keep the fears that had developed at bay.

"Please, my love, tell me what happened. Did you have a nightmare?" Was it really so shocking? After all they had been through within the past days - within the past weeks. Just when his dreams finally returned to being his own and not just regurgitated memories.

All he could do was nod, body suddenly canting forward, seemingly no longer able to hold himself upright. Bent in until he was curled into the princes lap, arms coming around the narrow waist and holding on tightly.

What did it even mean? Were his own fears simply manifesting in the form of his dreams? Nothing was certain. The future wasn't spelled out perfectly, conforming and aligning to their wishes.