A fanfiction about a lost soul stuck in a daydream. Is Hobi a figment of their imagination? Why is Hobi there at the edge of their reality? If this a daydream, does this lost soul want to wake up; can they wake up? A slow building romance/surreal wa...
I got straight weird with this one, because who doesn't enjoy some gender bending/cross dressing fun?! Blame "Ouran High School Host Club" for that one. The main picture cover for this chapter was a gift from an Amino user by the name of Ÿoong§✨👑.
Daydream: Boy Meets Girl, Meets Boy?
My body shivered and my guts turned at the cold, or perhaps from the feeling of this sickening nostalgia. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked towards the building. The neon sign flickered briefly and suddenly I was awash with electric lighting as the inside of the building was illuminated and its interior pierced the darkness around me.
A laundromat. One with bare and plain mustard colored walls that had its regular amount of wear and tear. A couple of silver laundry hanging push carts sat between the washing machines with the far left and right walls gleaming with metal industrial dryers that looked like they came out of the 80's. Against the large glass window, sat a bench with two females sitting closely talking to each other with their backs towards me. They seemed to be wearing Lolita style maid costumes and from what I could see, they seemed to be highly acquainted with one another. The blonde on the left leaned in and smacked the silver haired girl before breaking into laughter. The sight warmed me for some reason as I stood outside looking in.
I turned to peer behind me. The beach could not be seen. A thick soupy fog had seemed to form behind me as I had made my way up to this building, now a laundromat. The fog had an ominous feeling to it as if something had been following me on my trek up here. Something that wanted to capture me, digest me into its belly perhaps.
The silent snow still came down softly through the thick fog and took on an eerie look that reminded me of ash instead of snow. When it touched my exposed skin it no longer felt cold, instead it briefly singed me each time, almost as if I was putting out a match in my skin burning a small bit of flesh.
That was enough of that feeling.
I headed in towards the now well lit building and pulled on the silver L-shaped handle to pull open the glass door. My presence alerted the two females as a bell overhead rang slightly. The tone of it seemed to linger in the air than far longer than that of a regular bell and continued on for a few seconds until dying out completely.
The instant warmth of the room washed over me and I felt relieved to be out from the ominous weather outside. While it was dark outside, it was certainly sunshine inside this small laundromat. The walls were barren except for a brightly colored landscape mural on a back wall by the silver dryers. The contrast of it caught my eyes as I took a breath of relief. My body was still tense from being caught up outside and I felt the stress leave from between my shoulder blades.
I brushed the snow-ash off my hair and body and shook out my fishing jacket.
"Yoongs?" I stopped in my tracks and turned towards the voice of the blonde.
My eyes widened at the over-the-top lacy pink Lolita gowned female who wore matching white thigh highs and pastel pink bow pumps to match her gaudy outfit. She stood and walked towards me showing off her shapely legs and busty chest. My eyes went to her face and I instantly knew who I was looking at.
"Jin?"
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