Present Day
Seonghwa sighs and rolls over in bed.
It's the third time this week he's had this strangely vivid dream, he knows it's painfully vivid, the colors and the sounds, they're like real life but turned up, but when he wakes up he's clinging to fleeting images and the softest whispers.
It's the third time and it's still Thursday.
He rolls around some more, but he can't find that just-right balance of body under the covers and feet sticking out.
He gives up and sits up.
It doesn't look like he's going to fall asleep again tonight.
He should get a drink of water or warm milk or something.
Do they even have milk in the fridge?
He gets out of bed.
He's trying not to think about his dream again.
What does it even mean?
He can't get it out of his head, those eyes, wide and fearful and red rimmed, glazing over with tears, that face.
Hongjoong's face.
Staring.
Then shaking his head, slow and miserable.
He's saying no, or maybe he's saying don't do it, but he's terrified, and somewhere rain is thundering down.
What could it mean?
Maybe he knows what it means, he thinks, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
Maybe it has something to do with his silence since that night in Chiang Mai.
Not that they haven't spoken or hung out, not that it's been anything but normal between the two of them, but that's just the problem.
It's too normal.
Where's the toe curling confession?
Where's the electric first kiss?
Was he reading it all wrong?
No, he wasn't.
It's mutual, this thing he's feeling, it's mutual, he can see it in the way Hongjoong looks at him.
Maybe it's just that Hongjoong's the only one here with his head on his shoulders and his feet on the ground.
Maybe he's thinking about what it would do to their careers if they decided to go ahead with this.
Maybe that's what his dream means, that they shouldn't act on their feelings.
"Park Seonghwa, you fucking idiot," he mumbles to himself, opening the fridge.
There's a loud thud somewhere in the kitchen, and he jumps, slamming the fridge door shut and whipping around.
"Hyung, fuck, you scared the shit out of me!"
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↱SEMPITERNAL↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽
FanfictionA story where Hongjoong and Seonghwa find each other in three lifetimes. "What if I said I'd find you in lifetimes to come? What if I loved you in all my lifetimes past? Wouldn't that be lovely?" "I think I'd say you're a god awful poet."
