★Please... cherish me★ | Yoosung x Reader

Through Each Other's Eyes | 4th wall

When he blinked suddenly everything changed.

He felt different somehow; something was out of place. It was only when he became aware of the phone he was holding in his hands that that difference stuck out to him. The screen showed someone very familiar, so familiar it could have been a mirror.

Except how could it be? Was it a photo? He looked on the verge of crying, a bittersweet smile on his face with one hand pressed up against the glass as though he were attempting to reach right out of the screen.

This certainly wasn't real, right? He didn't remember having such a photo taken. And there was a box outlined in green at the bottom of it, filled with Korean subtitles.

"Yoosung? ... Look in the mirror."

Prompted by the screen, he took in his surroundings; noting for the first time the bed he was sitting on cross-legged. Everything seemed so... vivid. More colourful. Like a photo filter that made every detail stand out. Even his hands were–Was he wearing nail varnish?

Spying a mirror on the wall across from him he quickly got to his feet, bracing himself for something strange; maybe you had painted his nails as a prank while he was asleep or something? It only added to his disorientation that he couldn't remember what he had been doing before this and that he didn't recognise the place he was at all.

His eyes widened when he saw his reflection - they weren't his eyes. This wasn't him at all! Different eyes, different hair, and... why did his chest feel so heavy? He poked his chest, confirming his suspicions immediately, a blush creeping onto the face that wasn't his.

"This has to be a dream right?" He muttered with a voice that didn't belong to him; words awkward on his tongue, as though he hadn't spoken in a million years. There was a desk in the room, piled high with textbooks: all in English. If it weren't for his high school classes, he wouldn't have been able to understand what he was seeing. There was a purple box balanced on top of everything, adorned with three letters that he did know: RFA.

"R.F.A VIP Pac...kage...?" The English sounds that should have been distorted and nonsensical, were smooth sounding and natural. This person could speak English properly but not Korean? And this package... RFA? As in the RFA? He had to know for sure.

The box only had two things inside - clearly, someone had already gone through and moved around most of the contents. But the bad feeling in his already heavier-than-normal chest was getting worse when he went over what he could see.

His student ID card...

... And an RFA membership card issued to MC.

Before he could completely lose his sanity, the phone in his hand vibrated. The photo of him was still there, but there was a voice coming from the phone - his voice. But he could barely understand the foreign words that were being said; opting to read the Korean subtitles instead.

"Yoosung? Did you look in the mirror?"

A lone option popped onto the screen and he tapped it quizzically.

"I did but... who are you?"

His heart was pounding, his head was light. This strange dream was too much. He wanted to wake up, to be back in the world where he was in his own body in his own world where he had the most wonderful person he had ever met as his wife.

Thinking of you made him nostalgic - it felt like years since he had last seen you; last stroked through your long brown hair; stared into your... What colour were your eyes again? Had it been that long or was it the side effect of being in a dream...? Why couldn't he remember your eyes?