Dreamer

Chapter 04

WARNING: I put a little more sugar to my mix, and I don't know if it's sweet enough or not. I'm trying hard with fluff guys, I hope you understand. Hehehe. Comment and vote if you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try more fluff next time. 😊😊😍😍😍😍😉😘😉😘😘

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Wayo's math book slips from his fingers. He grips the edge of the table in the school library. Everything goes black and silent. Seconds passed, he sighs and rests his head on the table. Tries to pull himself out of it, but fails miserably.

He's too tired today. Not only the festivities' added crowd in the school make him dizzy, but he had a lot of quizzes to study. Thanks to him not participating in any of the week-long activity, he had to make up for his grades. He really doesn't have time for this.

And then.

Swirls of smoke engulf him. The daylight turned into focused, blinding spotlight. It's suddenly night-time, and loud and crowded. He's not in the library any longer.

Now what?

He's sitting in the bleachers in the football stadium, blinking under the lights, silent among the roars of the crowd.

He glances at the people sitting in the bleachers around him – fellow classmates, parents – trying to spot the dreamer. He can tell this dreamer is afraid, maybe feeling pressured, but where is he? Then he looks to the football field. Finds him. Rolls his eyes.

Of course, it's none other than Park. No questions about it. He is, after all, the only naked player on the field for the inter-school game. Finals says the banners hang everywhere.

Nobody seems to notice or care. Except him.

So this is the finals game, between their school and Park's. What is park afraid of?

The ball is snapped and the lines collided, but Park is covering himself with his hands, hopping from one foot to the other. Wayo can feel his panic increasing.

Wayo's fingers tingle and go numb.

Park looks over to Wayo, eyes pleading, as the football moves toward him, a bullet in slow motion.

"Help," he says.

He thinks about helping him. Wonders what it would take to change the course of Park's dream.

Wayo even considers that a boost of confidence to the star receiver the day before the big game could put help their school bag the trophy. Oh wait, he's from the other team. Why would he cheer him?

Park's really a jerk, Wayo thinks. He won't appreciate it, especially not from Wayo. Ever since they were kids, Park always made Wayo uncomfortable. First he thinks the other's jealous with his closeness to Ming, but then it seems not so. So Wayo resigned himself to watching the debacle. He wonders if Park will choose pride or glory.

He's not as big as he thinks he is. That's for damn sure.

The football nearly reaches Park when the dream starts over again.

Oh, GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!, Wayo thinks.

He concentrates in his seat on the bleachers and slowly manages to stand. He tries to walk back under the bleachers for the rest of the dream so he doesn't have to watch it all over again. What's the point in seeing that stupid dream, he wonders, and surprisingly, this time, he is able to walk away.

That's a bonus.

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Wayo's mind catapults back inside his body, still sitting at his usual remote corner table in the library. He flexes his fingers painfully, lifts his head and, when his sight returns, he scours the library.