The dead of winter
A fogy night
Snow all around. Filling the streets and tops or roofs effortlessly. He could barely see 10 feet in front of him due to the thick fog clouding his vision.
Han Jisung didn't think anyone would be up at this hour.
He was wrong as usual...
Standing in front of Han Jisung just under a tree full of fresh snow.
Standing just a few steps ahead.
A man. Dark hair, Pale skin. Around his age.
*step,step,step*
A magnetic pull towards the boy.
Why did he keep walking?
Why was he all of a sudden standing right in front of this mysterious man's face?
Those were questions even Han Jisung did not know the answer to.
Why was Han Jisung leaning in?
Why was the man leaning is as well?
Are they going to kiss?
Breath hitting lips.
Noses touching.
Just as the spark was about to be ignited.
The fuse went out...
Han Jisung.
Alone.
His hand no longer holding onto the soft cheek of the man he oh so wanted to kiss.
Where did he go?
He was just here wasn't he?
Did I just imagine it?
Was this a dre-
*ring, ring*
The sound of an alarm.
Ringing throughout his house, ringing throughout his mind.
It was a dream...
Yet, why did it feel so real?
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The Man From His Dreams {Minsung}
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