Dreaming {Yoonmin ff}

~You're not real~

~Jimin p.o.v~
He was standing there. Right before my eyes. Yoongi was in front of my door just standing there. My dad came out from behind me, greeting him and the woman behind Yoongi. ,,Irene! I'm happy that you're here darling. Oh and I guess you're Yoongi? It's nice to meet you!" My dad said enthusiastically.

Wait, so Yoongi will be moving in with us? What am I supposed to do now? I can't just start talking about our dreams, he will think I am a crazy person. I need to calm down and pretend like I've never seen him before. He doesn't know about your dreams Jimin, he doesn't know. ,,Nice to meet you, I am Jimin." I said as calmly as possible and gave him and his mom a small smile, reaching my hand out to shake his. He looked the same as he always did in my eyes, his skin pale and his eyes brown, looking deep into mine.  He doesn't know about the dreams, stay calm Jimin. Stay. Calm.

Everything was going well, although I did stare at him probably a bit too much. Not just because I was thinking about our dreams, but because of how beautiful he was. I loved everything about him, his raspy calming voice, his brown eyes. I realized that I was falling for him. Knowing that he doesn't have a clue about our, I mean my, dreams made me a bit sad. How did my mind make up the warmness of his hug? I never knew dreams are capable of feeling so damn real. I showed him my room since he was going to sleep there.

After some awkward family dinner I got my stuff ready on the floor to sleep there while he was in the bathroom, when he came out his hair was wet and he looked so good. What am I even thinking about? ,,Hey uhm, you don't have to sleep on the floor. I can sleep there, the bed is your after all." He said, waking me up from my thoughts. ,,What? Oh, no you don't have to do that. I like the floor, you're a guest. Also my dad would kill me if he found out that I made you sleep on the floor." I chuckled looking down at my phone. ,,Anyways, I'm going to sleep now, good night Yoongi." I smiled rolling over to my side pulling the blanket over me. ,,Good night Jimin." He said, and with that I fell into dreamland.

~Yoongi p.o.v~
I couldn't believe this. Jimin's dad is the man my mom is getting married to. I am moving into Jimin's house. What am I supposed to do? I can't just talk to him about the dreams, I'll sound like a psycho.

I need to act like everything is okay, he doesn't know about my dreams after all. He's acting like he doesn't know about anything because he doesn't, end of story. What made me stop when we were walking through the house was a couch. An uncomfortably familiar couch might I add. It was the couch I always saw in my dreams, the same couch. Am I psychic now or what? After an awkward family dinner that wis filled with me looking at him admiring how beautiful he was, we walked to his room where I will be sleeping tonight. Everything was so tiring that I immediately fell asleep, off to dreamland.

I opened my eyes, I was standing a few steps behind the same couch as always, noticing the same person as always sitting on it. ,,Hey Jimin." I said, sighing as I walked towards the couch, sitting next to him. ,,Hey Yoongi. I should really get my mind to stop making me have these dreams, they confuse me too much." He said looking down. ,,What are you talking about?" I said, looking into his eyes. ,,I'm not sure. These dreams just make me confused. Especially now that you're living with us." He said, looking back into mine. ,,Tell me about it. I keep seeing you here, but I know that you're not the real Jimin. Everything you're saying or doing is just a creation of my mind and I am going crazy because of it. In real life you have no idea about my dreams, because they are just my stupid dreams. Anything that I say to you is just me talking to nothing in my head and it's driving me insane. Why can't I just sleep like a normal person?" I sighed, closing my eyes throwing my head back a bit. ,,I am the real Jimin, you're not the real Yoongi. I really like you, you know. But do I? Your real self could end up being a mean asshole for all I know. You're really pretty and now that we live together I don't know what to do. Why can't I just forget these dreams and make them stop? I really want them to, because they are driving me crazy." He replied, confusing me even more. What is my brain even doing? ,,I really wish you were the real Jimin, I really do. But I know you're not, you don't actually like me and my mind is just playing games." I said, which seemed to upset him. ,,I am real! I am." He said looking at me with sad eyes. ,,Then prove it. We will both wake up right now and the first thing you'll say to me is yellow. If you won't, I will know that you're not real." I said as he nodded. ,,Deal, see you when I wake up." He said, and with that everything went black.

~Jimin p.o.v~
I woke up after this conversation, how dare my own mind tell me that I am not real? I immediately sat up after waking up, and I noticed a sitting Yoongi on my bed, looking at me. ,,Yellow." We both blurted out at the same time. My eyes widened in shock, and even though it was dark I could tell his did too. He is real.