Jeongguk genuinely thought he had died and come alive again, reborn underneath the ethereal light of the one standing before him. Every beautiful thing Jeongguk ever experienced, held no flame to the man that stepped into his room that night. He saw the stars in this man's eyes, shining bright with mirth, soft and almost delicate. His skin appeared to be smooth, like silk or satin, pale underneath the glow of the moon, a silver light kissing his perfectly sculpted form. Now Jeongguk was sure this was a dream because there was no one in his world that could possibly exist unless if it were in the wonders of his dreams. This beautiful man, he deserved to be exalted. *** Or, Jeongguk has a nightly encounter with a Greek god so beautiful, he can't be sure if it was all just a dream. Or real.