Jisung could say he has had several insane dreams in his lifetime.
He vividly remembers that, once, he got chased down a dark hallway by a toenail twice his size. Another time, he was tied down and stuffed like a Christmas turkey. And it was not one of those good experiences. Something he wouldn't want to live through again.
And now, he could definitely say this one takes place as his craziest dream yet.
It was the most unrealistic one he had ever experienced, because in this dream—
In this dream, he had received a string of texts from no other than the one and only,
Minho.
He feels as if his eyes are threatening to shut completely with the sleep weighing down on them. Half of his body is hanging off his bed, which, how did that even happen, he doesn't even know. And, in his hand is his phone, where he is holding it up in the air to read.
And there they were; three texts staring right at him as he blinked warily up at his phone. There is a blurb of blurred words on the screen, but once his consciousness slips back into him, and the words properly come together, he is jolted out of what he thinks is a dream.
It's Minho.
Jisung's eyes widen and the next thing he knows is that his phone falls square on his face. He lets out a garbled scream; both at the pain on his forehead and because it's all suddenly coming down to him.
Minho texted him.
Minho, his physical therapist, the man he had been longing for weeks now...
Actually texted him.
Jisung darts up in bed. He scrambles around the sheets for his phone, hastily unlocking it and swiping into the new chats.
Unknown:
Hey, Jisung, right?
It's Minho.
Just wanted to ask when you're next free?
Re-reading the words once he's capable of doing so reignites the flame of need that he chose to let die out because of his vanishing hope. He swallows harshly in his throat, a heat settling on the tops of his cheeks.
He sits up in bed, thumbs buzzing in excitement as they hover over his screen.
Jisung:
hi!!!
yes, it's me! wow, i really didn't expect
you'd text at all honestly TT
Jisung re-reads his last text for the nth time, and the realization settles in him in a rather delayed manner. His eyes bulge at the implication of the message.
Does— is Minho—?
Does he want to see Jisung outside of their usual, uncoordinated meetings?
Jisung blinks in disbelief, yet he still can't help the grin twitching at his mouth.
Jisung:
and i'm free any time next weekend!
why tho? hehe 👀
Minho:
Lol, was actually starting to think you gave me the wrong number for some reason
And, no reason at all, just like how you don't have one when you come to my office two days beforehand
Jisung:
sorryyy, i was asleep!
and hey! i'll have you know i actually come in for a reason!!!
i like to stay on top of my health
Minho:
Haha, sure
I was actually thinking that I would like to meet you outside of work?
Well, work for me
If you'd like, of course
Jisung has to place his phone down on his lap and cup his face. He's burning all over. A strong want undoubtedly envelops his being from the inside out. It feeds right into his core, and fragments of hope piece themselves right back together.
Jisung:
i'd love to!
did you have anything in mind?
Minho:
There's actually this place downtown with an old but really fun arcade
It has all the old games and pool
If you want to do something else, though, I don't mind of course
There was just something so endearing about Minho texting him right now. Something about him being so much more open as compared to his persona at work. Jisung wanted to know just everything about this man.
Jisung:
sounds perfect!!
is saturday okay with you?
Minho:
Perfectly fine with me
I could use a day off
Jisung:
i seeee
can't imagine how hard you must work every day :(
Minho:
I try my hardest lol
It's worth it, though
Someone makes sure my efforts are appreciated every week
Jisung:
🙈
you're very good at your job, doctor
Minho:
Uh huh
And you know you can call me Minho
I'm not just your doctor
Jisung:
i just can't help myself!!!
but, if you say so, minho 😄
Minho:
That's more like it
So, Saturday, I could pick you up at your place?
Jisung:
sure!!!
if it isn't a hassle for you
Minho:
Don't worry about it
Nothing ever is with you
Jisung can't help the rather delirious giggle that bubbles out of his throat. He rolls onto his back with a wide smile on his lips, peering up at his screen with two evident hearts in his eyes.
He just can't believe this is happening to him.
Jisung:
ahhh stopppp
you really have a way with your words, i may or may not be blushing right now
Jisung swears his thumbs moved before he could even process. Oh God, curse him and his lack of no filter. Now Minho is gonna think he's—
Minho:
Haha, cute
I'll see you on Saturday then. I'll be looking forward to it for the rest of the week
Jisung:
okay!!! me too!
it's going to be so much funnn!
Minho:
Can't wait 😄
When he throws his phone to his bed again, it's out of reflex, because excitement is buzzing through his veins. He kicks his legs and squeals all around, because seriously, his prayers have been answered. Every overthinking thought has diminished.
His efforts haven't gone to waste.
This may or may not be a date he's having with Lee Minho, but he is going to make sure this event will go down in history.
He also may or may not be pinching himself to make sure he isn't dreaming. That would be terrible. He yelps when he gets too rough.
Yup. Not a dream after all.
☏
we're nearly there guys i promise❤️love u
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