Dreamscape [YoongixReader]

01:Lucid Dream

One night, as Y/N drifted off to sleep in mental hospital, She found herself in a beautiful, ethereal forest. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient trees. In the center of the forest stood a grand piano, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight.

Seated at the piano was a young man, his fingers dancing gracefully over the keys. The music he played was hauntingly beautiful, a melody that seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of the night. Y/N approached him cautiously, drawn by the music and the sense of tranquility it brought her.

"Hello," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

The young man looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a warm, understanding gaze. "Hello," he replied, his voice as soothing as the music. "I'm Yoongi."

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

"I'm just someone who found solace in music" Yoongi said. "This place, this forest, it's a refuge for dreamers like us."

I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't feel alone in my struggles. I and Yoongi talked for hours, sharing our dreams and fears, our hopes and regrets. As the night wore on, I realized that this was more than just another daydream. It was a place of healing, a sanctuary where my mind could find balance.

As Y/N and Yoongi sat by the piano, the sunlight casting a soft glow over the forest, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious young man who had brought such peace to her mind.

"Yoongi," I began hesitantly, "how did you end up here in this forest?"

Yoongi smiled, his fingers gently caressing the keys of the piano, producing a soft, melodious tune. "It's a long story," he said, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "But I suppose we have time."

He took a deep breath and began. "Like you, I struggled with my own mind. Music was my escape, my sanctuary. I spent hours lost in melodies, creating worlds where I could be free from the pressures and expectations of reality. But as the years went by, my detachment grew. I began to lose touch with the real world, just as you have with your stories."

"My parents didn't understand. They thought I was wasting my life, that I was slipping into madness. They sent me to a place much like where you are now, hoping it would bring me back to reality. But no matter how many sessions I attended or how many pills I took, my mind always wandered back to my music."

"One night, in a moment of despair, I played a piece that came straight from my soul. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found myself here, in this forest. I don't know if it's a dream, a different reality, or just a manifestation of my mind. But here, I found peace. And here, I decided to stay."

I was struck by Yoongi's honesty and vulnerability. I could sense the weight of his journey, the struggle between passion and reality. "Thank you for sharing that with me," I said sincerely. "Your music is truly beautiful."

Yoongi smiled warmly at her. "And thank you for listening. It's not often that I get to share this part of myself with someone else."

In that moment, Y/N felt a connection with Yoongi, a shared understanding of the power of creativity and the complexities of the human mind. Together, they sat in silence, letting the music wash over them, each finding comfort in the presence of the other and in the tranquil haven of the forest.

I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before deciding to share my own truth with Yoongi. "Yoongi," I began softly, "I'm currently in a mental hospital."

Yoongi turned to her, his expression filled with concern and empathy. "I see," he said gently. "Is everything okay? Are you getting the help you need?"

I nodded, grateful for Yoongi's understanding. "Yes, I'm receiving treatment for maladaptive daydreaming. It's been... challenging, to say the least."