Annyeong, Soojin! [Ateez Fanfiction] ✓

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A/N:

*In San's voice* SORRY!

It's been too long since the last chapter, so here's a quadruple update. 

가자 (Khaja!)

And pls read the A/N at the end too.

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The Wise Monkey's POV:

Jongho strode nearer to the coast. He didn't plan to get his feet wet yet. His friends, unlike him, were completely busy enjoying the chase and back of the tides of the ocean. And he was simply content watching them laugh and play, for now at least. And who were these friends? Oh, just... His teammates, and Ahn Soojin.

He halted where he umpired was the best place with humps of soft sand, the ones that were still untarnished with the history of footmarks. He crouched to seat his bottom on the sand, legs crossed comfortably. He looked at the forlorn piece of twig in his hand. He had found that minutes earlier, partially hidden in the sand of the beach, yet very visible. He wondered how he had been the only one who noticed it, how he'd been the only one who got attracted to it, moreover, why he got attracted to it. Was it the deep hickory hue of the bark or the suspiciously symmetrical shape?

He knew he wanted to write on the sand with it. With a last glance at the chortling, jovial union of friends enjoying the waters ahead, a warm smile basking on his lips as he looked at one particular female, he began to gently drag the twig on the surface of the land.

When he was done, there were horizontally arrayed numbers on the sand, a bonny drawing of a bear's face and a heart, similar-sized to the digits, succeeding the numbers. He traced back his hand after finishing, a gleeful spark lighting his eyes( a quality of contentment) as he left the twig on the ground.

"Sweetie!" the soothing sound of the only womanly voice amongst his friends ringed his ears and he looked up. 

"Come, on, sweetie, join us. It's so fun," she said.

"Coming, noona!" he voiced back as he got up and ran to her.

What I showed you just now with my elite, professional and eloquent narration— thanks, I'm working on it— was what Jongho just finished seeing in his dream some mere seconds ago. Can I read dreams? I mean I have been going into these humans' minds to read their thoughts. If I can do that, I can read dreams as well, don't you think? It's a bit difficult than reading minds, however; I mean dreams of people are weird and jumbled and makes no sense after all. I don't do that unless I have to pry really useful information; Going into their dreams uses a lot of my power and energy.

This dream of Jongho, however, was a creation of me myself. My magic created the dream world and guided Jongho into it. Nothing like the general, nonsensical dreams of one. 

And that is exactly why Jongho is sitting frozen on his bed, eyes drilling into the wall ahead, all zoned out desperately looking for a justification for his scary dream. The panic-stricken, bewildered boy looks at the goosebumps on his hands, shivers running down his body at the confirmation of his hysteria.

The only thought running through his head is this: it was way too realistic, it was real, it was just like how it'd been during the phase when he lived his second life as an AZ Fella.