DreamScape

PART 1: CHINESE WHISPERS - VI

[So I realised the back and forths from the Dreamscape are going to get super confusing, so from now on, this:        ~*~           announces entrance and exit of the Dreamscape]

[Savvy?]

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"This movie is going to make ... my job choice a huge mistake."

"Ah but if it's a success... your life will suck less."

"Jimin you're an idiot... and you look like a carrot."

"Oi! Call you me hyung you disrespectful brat!"

"HA! That didn't rhyme, you lose."

Jungkook and Jimin were sat in a cafe located halfway between their two workplaces, one of them complaining about how his orange hair was "fashionable, damn you!". During the last year they'd gotten into the habit of meeting there over lunch breaks, even though Jimin tended to travel around South Korea quite a bit for his job. They had, as they often did, been catching up on each other's lives. The catch: they had to speak in rhymes. It was more fun that way, apparently.

"I'll stick to the rules of the game if you stick to the rules of society," Jimin grumbled, though no real anger could be found in his words.

Jungkook didn't answer, choosing instead to fiddle with the drooping end of his bandage. His hand was healing fairly quickly. The pain had died down, but his stretched skin smarted constantly. And although his hand was progressively returning to its smooth surface, the blue swirls stayed etched out like a tattoo on his arm. He stared absentmindedly into his now empty coffee cup and looked back up, out of the window.

He'd been having dreams every night, all of the same person, all of them too real to make sense, all of them beyond magical. Most nights he just watched him compose, sat on his bed, light beaming stronger and stronger every night. It was addictive, he just couldn't get enough. He wondered if he was supposed to feel guilty... this could have been something like stalking, right? Like some really messed up version of Twilight, maybe he was doing something utterly wrong.

But it felt so... no, he refused to think that word. Way too cringy.

Jungkook sighed, causing Jimin to misunderstand and speak up.

"Let's go to the park... before it gets dark."

Jungkook snickered whilst nodding, and they both stood to leave. Said park was nearby, and when the coffee shop was too busy they would get takeaway cups and sit outdoors instead. They ambled along the pavements towards the treeline, still rhyming horrendously and causing each other to guffaw. Once there, they sat on a bench they called theirs, which overlooked the open space of the grassy field.

"Don't sleep with him, he seems stodgy... Most definitely he's dodgy."

"He's not a cake!... Your rhymes are fake!"

"Stop judging me!" Jungkook retaliated, trying to keep a straight face. "Let my rhymes be! Perfection is my enemy... This is the real me."

Jimin dissolved into a fit of laughter, rocking back and forth on the wooden bench. Although Jungkook wasn't particularly mad at his best friend, he carried on just to be bothersome.

"Oh if only you were taller... you could carry me but you're just too much smaller."

A growl took over the hilarity, and Jungkook had to bite his cheek at Jimin's angry face. That's how, barely a minute later, Jimin could be found teetering through the park, Jungkook sat on his shoulders and screaming "Hazah!" and "Yip yip boy!"