ɪɴᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ | namjin (On Hold)

Chapter 4

Written by Yoongs
Edited by me. Wut? Gotta take my credit. I have exams yall cut me sum slack 😭

"Lucidity is never the way"
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That night, Seokjin was determined to lucid dream.

A thing he never anticipated nor expected to do to be frank. There's a reason for this; during his childhood, he had a dream where he was lucid dreaming, but in the situation his dream brought him in, it seemed as though he was better off with no control in the first place.

For in the dream, he was killed by someone by being stabbed by a sword right through his stomach. He felt the pain.

Well, not directly like he was indeed stabbed, but when he dreamt, it felt as though he really did died and lost blood. That experience scarred him emotionally and mentally. Since then, he avoided lucid dreaming at all costs.

Until the present night.

Seokjin kept convincing himself that this will only be a one time thing; no need to be scared. Once this is over, he won't lucid dream again.

At least, looking at the bright side, he might get his answers when he'll do this. He clenched his shaking, sweaty hands, and took a deep breath.

"Calm down. It's okay."

He laid on his bed and snuggled with his blue silk blanket. He loved the feeling of the blue silk, it reminded him of the man's royal blue robe.

Seokjin knows that it wasn't a prince's robe though- there were no golden embroidery stitched on the shoulders and stomach area. Only an embroidered pattern of tree leaves on the hem of the skirt and the cuffs of the sleeves, stitched with yellow thread.

It wasn't anything a royal would wear. So maybe he was just an officer of high status in the castle. Possibly. Seokjin doesn't know.

He yawns, sleepiness starting to overcome his senses. He trained his mind the whole day: I want to lucid dream, I want to lucid dream, I want to lucid dream. Over and over like a chant.

He repeats those yet again as he slowly falls asleep. He closed his eyes, the final repeat of his words halted, his last mumble being:

"I want to know your name.."

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When Seokjin opened his eyelids in his dream, he had to close his eyes shut. The rays of the sun were piercing through his delicate eyes.

With a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight, he tried to distinguish the location of where he was.

Surprisingly, he was back sitting on the grass at the hill, with his back on the bark of the old tree behind him. The exact same spot from back at the lantern festival. Except that, this time, it was evening and there were no lanterns.

The sun was near the west, it's about to get dark soon.

Seokjin frowned. Something felt off. It wasn't the fact that he was lucid dreaming, which, he admits, is a strange feeling, it was something else. Something like a stomach bug.

Maybe it had something to do with the time. Since his dreams all take place either at morning or at night, not in between like today. Seokjin bit his lip as he thought what could be wrong, his knee bouncing restlessly to ease his clammy nerves.

"Something wrong?"

Seokjin turned around, startled. The owner of the voice was nothing harmful, it's just the man sitting beside him on the grass. Wait- when did he get here?

"Um, nothing's wrong.." Seokjin mumbles. The man cocks his head to the side questioningly. "Are you sure?" He asks, to which Jin nods at. He lied obviously.

Something bothered him. And his nerves were spiked up once again once he saw the man, more specifically what he's wearing. He wore, not the silk blue-black robe with yellow embroidery of tree leaves, instead a black cotton hanbok with a deep red sash, the hem filled with dust and mud.

His garments no longer screamed royalty. Instead they screamed something much more: warrior. Kept in the sash of the man's hanbok, was a sword holder. And just the look of it already triggered Seokjin's childhood trauma. He gulped and looked away, his limbs furiously shaking out of nervousness.

Seokjin heard the sword being taken out of it's holster, and clatter to the grass. He looked at it horrified, scared that he'll be killed soon. But his thoughts were cut short when the man takes his trembling frame in his arms.

"Don't be scared, Love. I won't hurt you. I will never." He states, hugging Jin tighter. Something in his words felt regretful, maybe he's lying?

Seokjin reluctantly pushed him away. "I have some questions." He states with determination, staring at the man's eyes.

"Entertain me with them, my love. What is it you want to know?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

The question slipped out of Seokjin's mouth. That was not what he had intended to ask! He meant to ask what was the man's name.

Yet his tongue smoothly formed the words unconsciously, knowing that his subconscious were asking those questions instead of the ones his brain wanted him to say.

The man looked at him as if he was analysing his face for any jokes. "I'm the king's swordsman," he replies. "I wear this everyday."

Seokjin shook his head furiously. "Not true! You don't wear that everyday! You wore the silk blue robe!" The man fell silent and looked away. "Answer me! You remember right? About you appearing in my dreams?!"

The man looked at him with utter shock. "How did you-"

"How did I know?! It's not really a well kept secret if that's what you mean!"

"-No! How did you manage to ask that?"

Silence fell on them.

"Are you Lucid dreaming?"

Seokjin nods. "Yes."

"Why bother?"

"You have some questions to answer!"

"But did you really have to lucid dream?"

"Um, yes! What is it to you? You need to answer my questions!"

"You didn't have to do that. When you lucid dream then that means this will be-" he paused and looked defeated at the grass,
"-the last time we'll see each other..."

Seokjin's eyes widened and he tensed. "Well then, since it's the last, you have some answers to give me. At least some explanations! I need to know! If you won't answer me this time then when will you? You said it yourself, this is the last time. I don't want to live my life...knowing nothing about you." He finished.

If he could see himself right now, Seokjin looked pathetic and heartbroken. But then again, this was the last. He needed those answers, even though he looked very desperate and broken, he would get them no matter what.

The man looked hesitant to answer him though. His eyes looked troubled. Finally, he sighed and stood up. He grabbed the sword that was on the grass and placed it back in it's holster. He looked at Seokjin with sad eyes. "Then follow me. It's getting dark, better to talk about this in my room."

My room..

Strange..

Not our room?

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Yoongs bby i love you and you're a fucking amajin author. Others can fuck themselves