707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Twelve

"Cho! You're late."

"Y-Yes sir. Sorry sir... Won't happen again sir..." you mutter softly. You had just barely managed to make it to school even remotely close to the time it was supposed to start. Ten minutes late, sure, but it was better than what it could have been! And given how far you had to go, you would feel proud if you weren't so out of breath and ashamed. Quickly finding your seat, you practically collapse next to Yoosung, and he gives you a tiny, reassuring smile before passing you a note.

"Glad to see you made it," the note reads, and you offer him a smile in return. "You mentioned a bad sleep on the phone. Everything okay?" the note goes on, and you sigh softly, quickly working on a reply before pulling out your workbook to try and catch up on what was missed.

"Yeah, another bad dream last night. Some kid was crying, and I couldn't do anything to help him. And there was this strange man... I barely remember him now though, just how strange and out of place he seemed. Like a rich guy in a poor neighbourhood." you write. With a brief tap of your pen, you glance to Yoosung. You decided he deserves to know more, about the real reason your sleep was so poor the evening before. "And I got these creepy messages. In real life, not my dream. Like someone was stalking me, so I didn't sleep very well after that, but everything's okay! I got it taken care of, I promise."

The moment Yoosung reads this, his eyes widen and he looks at you. Pulling out your phone, you briefly show him the fact you have messages from an unknown sender, before putting it away. His look only seems to sour more, but you offer him a reassuring smile. He then passes you yet another note. "We'll talk at lunch then, okay? Tell me everything." You give him a simple nod and smile in response, and relax back to let the rest of the class pass by smoothly.

The bell rings, releasing you and the other students for lunch, and you practically race out to save yourself the risk of the teacher remembering how you came in late and wishing to lecture you. It works, and you quickly find Yoosung and wander outside to enjoy the sunshine, only to discover the slight overcast that had blown in since you left your apartment earlier that morning.

"Sounds like quite the crazy life you've been having lately, Mari,"Yoosung hums as the crowds around you two begin to thin until you're all alone together. Reaching a rather isolated park bench beneath a flowering tree, Yoosung tightly wraps his arms around you, but loosely enough it's not suffocating. You gasp slightly in surprise, before carefully wrapping your arms around him in return. You stand like that together for a moment, silent and holding each other in mutual embrace, but you're the first to pull away.

"Thank you, Yoosung.." you say quietly. You offer him a wider smile, and he returns it easily, finally releasing you from his grasp. "I guess I needed that more than I thought... Things have just been so weird lately! I mean, the dreams I could live with, sure. But then the messages.. They're nothing, really, but it's still freaky, you know?"

He nods along, motioning for you to take a seat beside him on the bench as you begin to admit things you'd been keeping kind of secret in regards to your recent scares. "Especially when this person talks about finding me... It just- it felt like something straight out of a movie. But, I got someone to look at it, and they said it was nothing. Just some harmless messages. So you shouldn't have to worry about me going anywhere!" you add with a wider smile.

"And your dream?" he asks curiously, and you can see in his eyes he's obviously trying to relax regarding the stalking situation. You don't quite understand why he would be freaking out though, since you weren't anymore.

"Oh, right." you catch up. "Well, I mentioned that there was this little boy... I don't know why, but he was crying... And you know me, I felt bad! But then this other kid came out and began yelling at me... Except, it wasn't me he was yelling at, but this guy who I hadn't seen yet. The kids were scared... Yelling at the man to stay back and practically begging not to be hurt. But the man... He said he would offer them.. paradise.." you end up murmuring. Blinking back into the memory of the dream briefly - or would it be the dream of a memory? It honestly felt too blurry to be either - you let out a sigh. "Something felt off about this man though. And I don't just mean in the way he stood out so obviously, but I mean really off. Like he had bad intentions, you know? I don't know... It was just a silly dream, really. I get myself too worked up, I know, but still. It left me with a lingering feeling of unease when I woke up, that's for sure!"

Yoosung seems to frown ever so softly as he listens to you speak. "You talk as though you were really there...!" he teases with a tiny chuckle, and you giggle alongside him.

"Yeah, I guess it probably sounds like that, doesn't it. It certainly felt like that..." you reply with a murmur. Then you shake your head slightly and begin mindlessly braiding a loose chunk of hair off the side of your head. "But, it's just a dream! I was always known for having vivid dreams after all. They had just stopped for a while there in high school. Guess they're just making a comeback~"

Yoosung shrugs slightly. "It seems so. It's still a shame it's now! Causing so many problems on top of that scare with your phone," he hums. "Hopefully you can get some more sleep soon, and feel better! Is there any way I can help though? I mean, I know it's dreams and all, but maybe I could grab you something from my place that will help you sleep better or-"

His offer is interrupted by a loud and surprising growl: the growl of your stomach. You blush in embarrassment, and Yoosung looks at you in slight shock before you both burst out laughing. "Hah, guess you could grab me some food if you're feeling helpful!" you joke. "In my hurry to try and make it to class this morning, I didn't grab breakfast or remember to make lunch~" you admit sheepishly. With a nod of agreement, Yoosung stands, and you stand with him and hurry off to the cafeteria to grab some food before the lunch period ended and you were forced to go back to class. He holds your hand gently the entire time, and even argues kindness and pays for your sandwich so you could begin eating as he finished paying rather than wasting extra time.

Though it wasn't much, it certainly seemed to make the difference, as you finish your sandwich just as the bell rings rather than trying to finish it on the way to the classroom. Taking another sip of the cold green tea you had gotten as well, the two of you make your way back to class. The teacher barely notices you enter this time, and you give Yoosung a thumbs up as the room goes dark. A movie was set to play for this class. Sure, it was educational and would wind up being painfully boring, but at least it meant that you and Yoosung could have a relaxed and fun class making fun of the overdramatized movie being played. It seemed as though today was going to go better than the morning had led you on to believe.