Dreamscape [YoongixReader]

11:Reminisce

Y/N slowly awakened, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light filtering through her bedroom window. A lingering sense of peace and contentment enveloped her, contrasting with the dampness on her cheeks that revealed she had been crying in her sleep. She furrowed her brow in confusion, unable to recall the details of the dream that had moved her so deeply.

Despite the haziness of her recollection, Y/N felt a profound relaxation, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The emotions stirred by the dream lingered like echoes in her heart, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of comfort and reassurance.

As she sat up in bed, the remnants of the dream slipped further from her grasp, yet a faint smile touched her lips. Whatever the dream had been, it had left a positive imprint on her spirit, easing her mind and filling her with an unexpected tranquility.

Y/N stretched gently, relishing the lingering sense of calmness that remained. She knew she might not remember the specifics of the dream, but its essence had touched her deeply, offering solace in a way that defied explanation.

With a serene sigh, Y/N prepared herself for the day ahead, carrying with her the residual peace from the dream that had gently embraced her during the night.

Y/N walked into the kitchen where her mother was preparing breakfast, her mind still clouded by the remnants of her dream. As she rounded the corner, she froze at the sight of Yoongi standing there, a sudden rush of emotions flooding her heart.

Her pulse quickened, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She blinked, trying to reconcile the image of Yoongi before her with the fleeting memories of the dream that had stirred her so deeply.

Yoongi turned towards Y/N, his expression warm yet uncertain. "Good morning, Y/N," he greeted softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Hi," I replied hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that Yoongi evoked, as if we had shared a connection beyond the boundaries of my dreams.

Her mother, noticing Y/N's reaction, smiled knowingly. "Y/N, this is Yoongi. He's been visiting you while you were in the hospital," she explained gently, sensing her daughter's inner turmoil.

Yoongi nodded, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "It's nice to see you awake," he added, his words carefully chosen.

I nodded in response, still processing the flood of emotions and the strange sense of déjà vu that gripped me. I couldn't deny the inexplicable pull I felt towards Yoongi, a feeling that transcended mere acquaintance.

As breakfast progressed, I stole glances at Yoongi, my heart wrestling with the memories of the dream and the reality before me. Despite my confusion, I found comfort in Yoongi's presence, a sense of connection that defied logic but felt undeniably real.

Y/N's mother sat down with her, gently recounting how Yoongi had visited regularly during the time Y/N was unconscious in the hospital. She described how he would sit by  Y/N's bedside, holding her hand and talking to her as if she could hear him, sharing stories and memories they had never actually shared in waking life.

"He was there almost every day," my mother explained, her voice filled with gratitude. "He played music for you on his guitar, read your favorite books aloud, and even brought you flowers. It was like he believed you could hear him, even when the doctors weren't so sure."

I listened intently, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions. I felt touched by Yoongi's dedication and moved by the thoughtfulness he had shown during my unconscious state. Despite not remembering those moments, I could sense the depth of care Yoongi had for me.

"He really cared about you, Y/N," my mother continued, placing a comforting hand on mine. "I think seeing him now brings back those feelings, even if you don't remember."

I nodded silently, my mind racing with questions and a growing curiosity about Yoongi. She realized that even without my conscious awareness, Yoongi had made an impact on my life during those vulnerable days in the hospital.

That morning, after a hearty breakfast together, Yoongi found a moment to speak with Y/N's mother. With a warm smile, he gently proposed, "Would it be alright if I took Y/N for a walk today? It's such a beautiful day, and I think some fresh air would do her good."

Y/N's mother looked at Yoongi with gratitude and understanding. She knew Yoongi's presence had been comforting for Y/N during her recovery. "Of course, Yoongi," she replied warmly. "I think that's a wonderful idea. It might help jog Y/N's memory too."

Yoongi nodded appreciatively. "Thank you. I'll make sure she's back in time for lunch."

With Y/N's mother's approval, Yoongi and Y/N set off on their walk. Yoongi gently guided Y/N along the paths, admiring the blooming flowers and the rustling leaves of the trees. They found a quiet bench beneath a sprawling oak tree, where Yoongi sat down beside Y/N, a respectful distance apart, and spoke softly.

"How are you feeling today, Y/N?" Yoongi asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

I smiled, feeling a sense of ease in Yoongi's presence. "I feel better, thank you," she replied softly.

Yoongi nodded, then gently broached the topic, "Y/N, your mother mentioned that you've been through a lot recently. If you're comfortable, could you share some of your memories? Maybe it will help jog your memory."

Y/N furrowed her brow, trying to grasp the elusive threads of her past. She searched her mind, but the memories seemed distant and fragmented, like scattered puzzle pieces waiting to be put together.

"I... I don't remember much," I admitted with a touch of sadness. "It's all blurry."

Yoongi nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. "That's okay, Y/N. Take your time," he reassured me gently.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above them. Yoongi didn't press further, allowing Y/N the space she needed to reflect. He knew that memories couldn't be forced; they needed time to resurface on their own.

As they continued their walk through the park, Yoongi remained by Y/N's side, offering quiet support and understanding. He hoped that in their shared moments together, Y/N would find comfort and perhaps pieces of her lost memories would gradually return.

Yoongi, sensing Y/N's hesitation about discussing memories, shifted the conversation to lighter topics to make her feel more at ease.

"So, Y/N," he began warmly, "what are some of your favorite things? Like favorite books, movies, or places?"

Y/N smiled softly, relieved by the change in topic. "Well," I started thoughtfully, "I used to love reading fantasy novels. Books that took me to different worlds, you know? And I enjoy movies with intricate plots and unexpected twists."

Yoongi nodded, genuinely interested. "That's great! Any particular favorites?"

My eyes lit up as I recalled a few titles. "I loved 'The Chronicles of Narnia' series when I was younger. And for movies, anything that keeps me guessing until the end."

They continued chatting as they strolled through the park, discussing favorite hobbies and childhood memories that Y/N could recall. Yoongi listened attentively, cherishing these glimpses into Y/N's personality and interests.

As they walked, Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort around Yoongi, appreciating his genuine curiosity and the ease with which he conversed. She began to feel less burdened by her amnesia, finding solace in the simple joy of sharing moments with someone who cared.

As they talked, Yoongi felt a growing sense of connection with Y/N, realizing that despite her temporary memory loss, they could still enjoy simple pleasures together. He hoped that their time in the park would not only brighten Y/N's day but also bring them closer as friends.

Y/N and Yoongi returned home after their time out. Y/N's mother prepared Y/N's favorite food for lunch, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. They would have sat down together, enjoying the meal and each other's company, likely discussing more about Y/N's recovery and reminiscing about past memories.