When the two of them meet, only in their dreams.
Every time, a different location.
Every night, a little more is learned.
Without knowing their true identities.
Park Jimin has much more to worry about rather than silly dreams. Bangtan's name has...
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5:22 am
l.c.y.
Pain.
It's the only thing I can feel as I lift a hand towards my throbbing head.
Gasping in my own sweat, I hiss, full of pain as I touch my scalp tenderly.
Where am I now?
As my vision slowly clears, a rush of relief showers over me.
I'm back in the dorms. Back with the rest of the trainees.
"Chanyoung? Oh my gosh are you ok?" A girl rushes out from the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand as she stumbles her way over to my side.
What was her name again? I can't really remember. . .
"Ah. . . I think I'm fine," I smile with embarrassment, the sting slowly dying away. "Just a nightmare . . . I just woke up. May have accidentally sat up too fast and bashed my head against the top bunk,"
"Oh. . ." the girl realizes, the previous concern in her eyes dying down. She inserts her toothbrush back in her mouth before turning back towards the washroom. "Well, I hope there's nothing wrong. But hey, now that you're up, do you want to head down to the practice room early with me?"
Huh? My alarm hasn't rung yet?
I grab my phone, unplugging it from its charger overnight, checking the time.
5:24 am
Still 30 more minutes until I'm supposed to be up.
It's only now that it settles in that everyone else is still asleep.
