↱SEMPITERNAL↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

five

Present Day, Seoul.

Seonghwa wakes up, his head pounding, his stomach lurching.

He groans, slapping a hand over his eyes so he can stay in the dark a little longer.

A fleeting image from a dream flashes behind his eyelids.

How fucking weird, he thinks, when he remembers what he was dreaming about.

The same dream, seagulls and the ocean and laughter.

And Hongjoong.

Fingers carding through his hair, a giggle, his own voice, are you braiding my hair?

A sigh, the press of lips aginst his own.

Sleepy eyes looking back at him.

A soft smile pressed to his bare chest.

He flushes, scrubbing furiously at his face with his palm.

What the fuck, what the fuck, he thinks.

What the actual fuck.

He had a feeling, something unshakeable that his dreams were about Hongjoong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was that made him so sure, what the hell it was all about.

Now he's sure, it's definitely about Hongjoong, but he still hasn't the slightest idea what it's all about.

He sits up slowly and looks around, a yawn and a stretch before he orients himself a little more.

He's in Hongjoong's bed, he realizes, and his blush just intensifies, burning in his cheeks.

He gets out of bed, fighting through a tangle of sheets, rushes out of Hongjoong's room with his eyes glued to the ground.

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1944, Seoul.

"Hongjoong!"

Hongjoong grunts.

He's dozing off in a chair in a corner of the kitchen.

The backdoor is open and a cool breeze drifts in, raising goosebumps on his arms.

He's dreaming, he knows he's dreaming, but it's a strange dream.

He can't see a damned thing.

He can just hear, feel, taste, smell, but he can't see.

The sound of rain, of heavy footsteps, creaking wooden floorboards, wet clothes sticking to his skin, weighing him down while rain hammers down on his body.

Goosebumps on his arms.

The smell of wet earth.

He's tied, is he tied?

He can't move his arms, and he's afraid, terrified, his heart pounding and his body trembling.