In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

14: The dream

"You even beat my personal record," Sana whispers as we eat breakfast by the pantry. "Even I couldn't do that in such a short span of time." She's pertaining to how someone like us snags colleagues into relationships. I could actually tell her how long I waited for it to happen, that it took multiple dreams across months, but would she believe me?

"Shut up," I just say, taking a sip off my iced tea. I would actually deny this statement to death, had this snake not caught us hugging on the rooftop—our not-so secret rendezvous point. Thankfully, Sana's not a blabbermouth outside the three of us. She could just hardly contain this juicy development.

Dahyun, on the other hand, has been really playful about the whole thing—shooting knowing glances, the "accidental" brushing of skin in the hallway, and even the occasional inappropriate groping (even I had to reprimand her from time to time).

Our shared dreams have also changed—instead of maintaining full control all of the time, we just do it when we want to experience something implausible, like visiting Atlantis. It's okay to go out of control, just as long as I'm with her.

***

"How come you never tried going through your dreams' levels?" Dahyun asks, as she drags her lips across the side of my left boob.

"You always keep popping up in mine, making it hard for me to concentrate," I answer, chuckling, as I stare at our reflection on the ceiling. Why do love hotels like doing this? Not that I'm complaining, though. I mean, I thought I had a very fair complexion but, as I look at Dahyun's leg across mine? Damn.

She flicks the tip of my nose, pouting. "Fine, then I won't bother you anymore," she says, digging her nails on my ribs.

The truth is, I don't know how to do it. Do you envision something? Construct a portal? How? I have no idea. "Maybe you should teach me...like I'm teaching you," I say, brushing my finger from her belly button, down to her pubic area.

Dahyun scoffs, rolling over on top of me, her white skin providing a better blanket against the freezing air conditioning. "Really?" Dahyun glides the tip of her nose against my jaw, kissing it underneath. "You're teaching me?" My knee jerks in response.

Lord help me. Her skin's so soft, I couldn't help but bite into it. "Don't worry," I say, rising from her midsection. "I'll put these in places only I would see." Yeah, HR people are considerate about these things—embodying the company's vision, mission, and all the bullshit. She lets out a soft whimper as my teeth make it to her pelvic bone.

I want to just devour her softness.

***

"Where do you want to eat?" I ask her as we stroll through the hustle and bustle of the evening Gangnam streets.

She clings to me, head on my shoulder, as she scans the neon-lit establishments. "I want to try that jokbal place you couldn't shut up about."

Jokbal? Seriously? Can this day get any better?

"Also, since I never treated you to anything, this one's on me," she adds, flashing one of the cutest smiles I've ever since.

"Ah, a woman after my own heart." Even the cold night's breeze couldn't beat this warmth inside me right now. I can't help but think of everything we've been through, leading up to this moment.

"Dahyunie...I love you."

My words stop her on her tracks. "What?" She looks up at me, and I can't help but notice how the tip of her nose reflects the light.

"I said...I love you."

She puts a hand by her ear and asks me to repeat it, and I do—like it's the easiest thing to say in the world.

Dahyun asks me if I could carry her as we traverse the busy streets, so I do. Normally, I never got the fixation of the leads in dramas doing this bit, but now? I couldn't care less what people say about us.

"Again," she commands.

"I love you."

"One more time," she says, recording those three words on her phone.

"Say it again," she squeals as she takes a video of us.

As we stop in front of the restaurant, I stretch my back, as that was a considerable weight to carry across five blocks. Dahyun immediately reaches for my cheek and gives it a small peck.

"Me too," she whispers as her lips depart.

As I rub my flushed cheek, I remember a popular Western expression. That's right—I'm living the dream.