°•Kyungsoo's Pov•°
Darkness surrounds me, not even the slightest sliver of light peaked through any cracks that could've been made by others. I took a deep breath before walking down, still nothing but darkness and the slight sound of- Jazz?
My brow raised as the sound of Jazz began to get clearer, soon the room starting to flicker into what was a cafe. I laughed at myself for not releasing it was a dream sooner.
The cafe was quite small, ten tables at most with a small pastry case near the back. Behind that case were machines that would make any coffee your heart desired. I walked up to the case and searched for someone, hoping to get something because I was rather hungry. A taller male appeared from the door that led out, he had the attire of the shop, a white buttoned up shirt with black jeans and a brown apron that fitted him nicely.
The man was quite short and had curly black hair, his smile, a killer one that showed pure happiness. I examined his body before finding a name tag, 'Minseok'
The man spoke up causing me to flinch a bit,
"Your friend will be here soon."
I raised my brow yet again, the man not seeming to notice as he brushed past me to head to his station.
I turned around to find only one table, all the rest vanished into thin air. On the table was two plates with different sweets. I walked forward and took a seat, my stomach grumbling. I grabbed my fork and started to cut into the cake, startled at what seemed to be a bell to signal someone came in. I clenched my fork, 'Was there always a bell?'
Minseok seemed to shoot up from his position, running to greet the man. I stayed facing the wall, not wanting to know who it was.
Minseok smiled and pointed to me,
"Your friend awaits you."
I perked up, waiting to hear what he said.
The man spoke up, his voice sending heat coiling down my body, (In French)
"Friend-? That's strange- almost all my friend's have lighter hair."
I raised my brow, just exactly where is this man from? He spoke in a language I didn't under and probably would never try to learn.
Minseok seemed to know his language as he spoke back in the same way,
"He is Korean, And he is a friend you haven't made yet."
I could tell by the way Minseok talked he was smiling a hundred miles per hour. I let out a loud sigh, squeezing my mug when steps got closer to me. The man sat in the chair across from me, his eyes meeting mine.
Breathtaking
His dark brown hues glittered happily among his round eyes, his thin yet plump lips curled into the biggest smile. His faded cury blue hair hung over his eyebrows but showed off his ears, which I'll admit were big but not to big.
I blushed when I noticed how long I had been staring at him, accumulating a chuckle from across me. I looked back up, laughter spreading through me.
Just how contagious was this guy.
He spoke up before I could, his loud husky voice echoing off the tan walls,
"I'm Park Chanyeol nice to meet you."
I watched as he held out his hand, hesitantly reaching mine out too,
"I'm Do Kyungsoo, But I assume you already knew that." I mean it is a dream after all, Judging by how all my dreams are he'll either love me or just plain out reject me. My dreams are quite unexplainable really.
Chanyeol shook his head, staring at our hands before slowly connecting our fingers. The heat spreading through me yet again,
"And why would I know that?"
I laughed, my eyes glued to our hand's. I guess I know how this dream will turn out, but what will I wake up to. Four white walls and an empty bed,
"Well this is my dream so I would just assume."
Chanyeol seemed to be taken aback as he let go of my hand, turning serious quickly,
"You must be joking this is my dream-"
Confusion flooded both of our faces, not expecting the latter who had been watching to speak up,
"Correction it's both of your dreams. Mm you could say lucid dream but you can't control much. This is a space where you meet other people that you've never met before. You both are dreaming and you both are actual people so I wouldn't be as cocky as you are."
Minseok looked at Chanyeol for that last part, making him flustered. I chuckled and stood up, fixing my night shirt which was plain black,
"Are you like the dream master or something? How do I know this isn't just a dream and he's only pretending to be real?"
Minseok seemed to get annoyed but he didn't hesitate to respond,
"I am not the person who controls who or what meets but I do know both of you live far from each other. Park Chanyeol is a living person as well as you are Do Kyungsoo. Believe what you will but I am only here to make sure thing's turn out okay."
I watch Minseok turn around and start to mess with the machines behind him. Chanyeol stood up as well, facing me,
"Well Uh- I introduced myself improperly I'm sorry! You're just- cute."
Chanyeol mumbled the last part, me not catching it sadly enough. I shook my head and held my hand out, now noticing how tall the man actaully was,
"It's fine, We just didn't know the details. So Mr.Park- You're an actual person?"
Chanyeol nods and watches my fingers trail up to push the rim of my falling glasses,
"Well at least I think I am, I live in ^#:&#."
Me and Chanyeol both stepped back, the last word he said coming out as nothing but gibberish,
"Are you messing with me-?"
Chanyeol quickly shook his head,
"Of course not! I-I live in ^#:&."
Chanyeol was tooken aback, I shot my head towards Minseok,
"Um what's that?"
Minseok turned around, a small white mug in his hands,
"In this space you cannot reveal anything as personal as where you are and where you can contact each other." He took a small sip
I nodded and rubbed my temples, slightly getting annoyed with this 'dream'
Chanyeol sat back down and started to sip his drink, staring out into the blank void outside the window. I tilted my head and sat down as well, awkwardly eating a cookie,
"Call me Chanyeol, Mr.Park reminds me of a horrible man."
I nodded, subsidding my questions,
"You can call me whatever you'd like."
Chanyeol nodded, both of us seeming to be just as awkward as the other. I coughed and smiled,
"Well uh tell me a bit about yourself "
Chanyeol set his cup down and rubbed his chin, causing me to giggle,
"Well I am Chanyeol as you know, I'm 25 and my step father owns a company while my mother owns a restaurant. Mm my dad died when I was 3, Should I be telling you this I don't really know."
I tapped at my thigh, already knowing a lot about a man I just met,
"I don't mind it, It's nice to talk. But um about me, I'm Kyungsoo, 24 . My mom is stay at home while my dad is a buisness man. If I'm being honest I don't really know what he does- it's something he never talks about."
Chanyeol held the fork in his mouth, eating cake as I talked which I found cute, After swallowing he talked again,
"Ah rather sketchy! I'm joking- But what about you Kyungsoo? What do you do, I just work as a waitress in my mom's restaurant since my Step dad isn't the best."
I nod in understading, my aunt wasn't remarried to the nicest person,
"I work at a cafe, I'm in my last year of college actually."
Chanyeol smiled,
"Ah college, I miss it because I lived with friend's, enjoyed everyday. I was pulled out though in my last year because of course, I need to run my mom's restaurant."
Both of our attentions were caught by the light that started building up in the window, A voice, most likely Minseok's heard,
"The sun is soon to rise, Say your Goodbyes."
Chanyeol looked at me, sadness in his eyes,
"I was having fun- but I do need to wake up early. Goodbye Kyungsoo, it was extremely nice to meet you. I hope this happens again!"
I stood up when he did, not hesitating to wrap my arms around him. It felt nice- safe- I didn't want to let go but I already felt my body being tugged at to wake up. I smiled and watched him slowly fade away,
"Bye Chanyeol."
Morning, something I dreaded before but now it's something I dread even more. I sat up, met with the four white walls and the empty bed. I laughed to myself, repeating the name of the person I wanted to see yet again,
"Park Chanyeol, I wonder where he lives. I really hope he is an actual person-"
I huff before getting up and staring at my closest, just another day before I can see him.
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