Dreams of Arcadia

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Yeosang PoV

I walked through the empty streets of Seoul in a really bad mood, did I have a guilty conscience because I had locked Hongjoong in the container? No, not at all, he couldn't die, but I had to think about what he had said. Yoongi was mine, I didn't share him... Yes, I didn't know him personally, only from seeing him at BigHit when I was still a trainee there. I was an obsessive little stalker and only left because I feared becoming a toxic sasaeng if I kept seeing him all the time.... when I left I thought my heart had been torn apart, that's when I realized I was seriously in love, not at all as toxic as I had thought. What sasaeng voluntarily walked away from the object of his desire because he didn't want to hurt him? No, my feelings were different, but then it was too late, I didn't see him anymore. And now I had died and would never get the chance to get to know him better. But at least he was close to me in my dreams, so I was extremely sensitive when someone pretended to dream about Yoongi and that he was his. Yes, Hongjoong was just teasing me, he wasn't serious, but he knew better than to upset me if he couldn't take the consequences. Maybe I would let him out again in three days, we'll see... Grumbling to myself, I kept walking and suddenly found myself standing on a hill in the middle of a small forest, of which there were many around Seoul, and wondered about the meditating hermit sitting there naked in the sun. His hair fell wavy into his forehead, his head was lowered so that I couldn't see his face, but man... he was probably well built... the muscles that is, but I couldn't see the rest because he was sitting cross-legged with his hands folded in his lap. "What... Why is he naked?" I asked myself, although I couldn't give myself an answer. Should I speak to him? But what if he was a crazy pervert? Would I then have to run away from a naked man, and wouldn't it distract me to look back to see his bells ringing as I ran. A sudden giggle escaped me and I quickly put my hand over my mouth. "Kang Yeosang, come out of the bushes... you too Choi Jongho." I suddenly heard a voice. Had the guy spoken? How did he know who I was and...? Jongho was here? "Yah... Mr. Depp... did you die with us too?" I heard our Maknae, who had just come out of the bushes on the other side of the naked man. But the meditating man didn't move and didn't look as if he had spoken. Then I followed Jongho's gaze and there, not far away, in the shade of a fir tree... Johnny Depp? What? "Give me a hand, this idiot here has meditated so deeply that I can't wake him up..." he ignored Jongho's questions as well as my confused look. "He's been sitting here like this since we arrived, that's how long I've been watching him... he doesn't even wake up when you paint him." Jongho giggled and as I stepped closer, I saw that the man was painted all over... with hearts and penises. "Very creative, kid." I praised him with a grin, which made him beam with pride. "Hyung... I thought I was here alone." He hugged me with delight, which I returned without hesitation. "No, I think we're all here, at least I've already seen Hongjoong," I said. "Where is he?" he wanted to know suspiciously because I was so vague. "I... I've... lost him somewhere... exactly... lost..." I answered hesitantly and the younger boy rolled his eyes. "I don't care where you locked him up again, let him out." he demanded and I pouted. "Hello, important task... please wake the... " he looked at his list, which suddenly appeared in his hand "...Kang Daesung up." demanded the guy who looked like Johnny Depp, but couldn't be because he talked so differently. "That's D-Lite?" I asked with wide eyes and Jongho nodded, well, he had painted him so he had seen his face too. "I know how we can wake him up." .