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05

Riwoo's legs pumped furiously as he sprinted down the empty hallways of his school. He didn't know why he was running or what he was running from, but his heart raced with a sense of desperation. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, light and effortless.

Jaehyun appeared beside him, concern etched on his face. "Riwoo, what's wrong? Why are you running?"

Riwoo stumbled, his words tangling in his mind. "I...I don't know...I just needed to get away..."

Jaehyun's eyes locked onto his, filled with worry. "Get away from what? From me?"

Riwoo's face grew hot as he struggled to find the right words. "No, it's not you...it's just...school...and...and everything..."

Jaehyun's expression softened, and he reached out, his hand brushing against Riwoo's arm. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here."

Without thinking, Jaehyun leaned in, his lips inches from Riwoo's. Time froze as their eyes met, and then, in a flash of movement, their lips touched.

Riwoo's heart skipped a beat as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. But before he could process what was happening, he woke up with a start, gasping for air.

He lay in bed, his mind reeling. What was that dream? And why was it about Jaehyun again?

Riwoo threw off the covers and got out of bed, trying to shake off the lingering confusion. He stumbled through his morning routine, still trying to make sense of the dream.

Downstairs, his mom greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?"

Riwoo hesitated, unsure how to answer. "Yeah...I guess so."

His mom raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. "Okay, well, eat your breakfast and get going. You don't want to be late for school."

Riwoo nodded, going through the motions as he ate his breakfast. His mind kept wandering back to the dream, to the feeling of Jaehyun's lips on his.

As he left the house, Riwoo couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, like his world had been tilted slightly askew.

Riwoo's POV:

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I trudged through the school gates, my mind still reeling from the dream. Why did I run? And why did Jaehyun catch up to me? The memory of his lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog.

As I walked to my locker, I couldn't help but scan the hallway for Jaehyun. Was he already here? Did he have the same dream? Am i delusional?

I spun the dial on my lock, trying to focus on the combination. But my hands trembled, and I struggled to open it. What's wrong with me?

Finally, the lock clicked, and I grabbed my books for my first class. I slammed the locker shut, trying to shake off the lingering confusion.

"Hey, Riwoo!" Sungho called out, jogging up to me. "What's up?"

I forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "Not much, just...just tired, I guess."

Sungho raised an eyebrow. "Tired? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I chuckled nervously. "Just didn't sleep well, that's all."

Sungho nodded, but I could tell he didn't believe me. "Okay, well, let's grab seats together in class."

I nodded, grateful for the distraction.

As we walked to class, I couldn't help but wonder if Jaehyun was okay. And if he had the same dream...