Like A Dream

For eyah941107; Joon + something sweet



I think looping G.O's The Person By My Side performance has made the story less sweet and a tad bit sadder ._.
Many many apologies! I hope this will still be an enjoyable read nonetheless!

You can loop it too while you read:

In a hospital somewhere, you opened your eyes.

The white ceiling, the white walls, the white curtains flitting about at the window - it all seemed so familiar. Yes, because you had once read about them.

The feeling of waking up in the unfamiliar yet recognizable place.

Yet, it annoyed you that you could not remember how you got there.
In fact, you could not remember much, except for reading about hospitals and people who woke up in them.

"You're awake!" A voice startled you.

Turning to the anxious voice, you found yourself looking at a very handsome boy. His gorgeous brown eyes were filled with happiness, the grin he wore showed off his neat and white teeth. The plain black shirt looked impossibly good on him, and you wanted to compliment him about it - until he leaned over you to kiss you - and you realized -

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

~

"She doesn't remember me." You heard the boy's voice from outside the room. His name was Joon, or so his friend - Mir said. Another friend of his - Seung Ho, was outside with Joon. You imagined the gorgeous boy looking dejected, and his friend comforting him.

You felt guilty.

"Um, Mir...?"

"Yes, noona?"

Ah, so I'm older. "Could you tell me what happened to me?"

Mir told you about the accident you were involved in, how you had been unconscious for the past few days, how Joon had dropped by every chance he could.

"Where are my parents?"

Mir choked. "Your parents aren't around anymore, noona. You... really don't remember anything?"

Your heart thumped loudly and tears stung your eyes. "I don't." There were so many questions you wanted answers to, but you did not know where to start. "Who's Joon?" You blurted out.

Perhaps that was what you wanted to know the most.

The young boy looked depressed, troubled and sorry. "Joon is..." He hesistated, and was silent after.

"...is?" You proded.

"Your good friend. Childhood friend."

"Oh." You breathed. Then felt less guilty. Just a bit less.

~

"Here you go! One set McDonald's Happy Meal!" Joon placed the said meal on your table. You smiled widely at him, then leaned close to whisper. "Are you sure I'm allowed to eat this? Would the doctor mind?"

Joon assured you that you were allowed to eat horribly unhealthy fast food, and that the only thing visitors were not allowed to do was to give you mental shocks.

"Then, I shall eat well!" You grabbed the cheesebuger and started unwrapping.

Joon looked at you with a lovingly happy look in his eyes.

"What?" You took a bite and then paused to return his gaze.

"Nothing. It just feels... nice, to see you like this again." He confessed, gaze suddenly shifting to avoid yours. "I've been so worried when you were unconscious, I thought I'd never see you like this ever again."

"Awww." You reached over to ruffle his hair. "Don't be all mushy during lunch time! Speaking of which, don't you have schedules?"

After finding out that Joon, Mir and Seung Ho were actually idols, you had been more guilt-ridden, knowing they would drop by every now and then to visit you despite their hectic schedules. Seung Ho had assured you it was worth it - especially for Joon.

When you asked why, he looked nervously at a frowning Joon. "He means that, since we're childhood friends - of course I'd be worried. After all, I pledged to take care of you when you were left alone." Joon gave you a reassuring smile.

You then smiled in reply, even though deep down inside - you felt that something was amiss.

~

"Joon?"

It was dark. The moonlight that shone through the window made it less scary, less lonely. Joon's silhouette was lit up by that light, his body slumped over the chair beside your bed.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Do you feel alright?"

"I dreamt, Joon. About us." You whispered into the dimness, searching for his hand. When the tips of your fingers touched his, he took your hand into his without hesitation. "What did you dream about?"

He sounded so tired, you wanted to shoo him home to rest properly. Yet every time he could not make it, you would lie in the dark feeling horribly lonely. There was no one else to be there for you but him.

"I dreamt that we were getting married." You laughed quietly. "You looked really good in a tuxedo."

"I'm sure you would look breathtakingly gorgeous in a wedding dress, too." He played along, grip unconsciously tightening on your hand.

"Is there someone you like, Joon?"

He stuttered, choked, mumbled and then said no. "Not really, not at the moment, no. Why do you ask?"

Shurgging, you answered "I guess, I should feel sorry for dreaming about getting married with you if there's already someone on your mind."

"Oh, is that it?" He chuckled. "You're thinking too much. It's just a dream. Also, even if there was someone I liked, I don't think she would mind you dreaming so."

~

"Joon?"

"Hmm?"

"What time is it?"

You heard the rustling of a blanket. "Three in the morning?"

"When's your next schedule?"

"In three hours time."

"Don't you want to rest properly at home?"

"I'm fine here."

"I dreamt again."

"What about this time?" He sounded less sleepy.

"We were at the beach. Building sandcastles, eating lots of popsicles, and we went surfing too!"

"Did you drown?"

It took you awhile to recover from your shock. "Y-yes, I did. How did you know...?"

"Just a guess, you always sucked at surfing." Lightly slapping his arm, you said at it did not matter - since you knew he was there to save you.

~

"Another dream?"

"Mmhmm."

"Fire away." In the darkness, you imagined him smiling, waiting for you to tell him about your dream.

"You won first place on a music show."

"That's lovely. Did you come congratulate me for that?"

"Of course I did!" You were offended he would even wonder. "If it happened now, or in the future - I would do the same, too."

"How did you congratulate me?" There was a hint of amusement in his question.

"You... don't need to know." Thankful for the dimness that hid your blush, you suddenly regretted telling him about the dream.

"Was there a bed involved?" Joon suddenly leaned dangerously close. You could feel him breathing barely inches away from you.

"How did you, I mean - no! What makes you think so!"

"Just a guess."

"What a ... weird guess to make."

"Can I make another then?"

"Sure?"

"Did you give me a congradulatory kiss?"

"Y-yes."

"Like this?"

Closing the distance between the two of you, you felt amazed at how similar the kiss felt like the one in your dream. The way Joon would reach to hold your neck, the way his lips pressed onto yours, how he would stop for awhile to whisper how beautiful you were.

"Yes. Like that." You whispered. "Exactly like that."

~

"Seung Ho, is there something you guys aren't telling me?" You asked one cloudy afternoon. The question had been directed to Mir and Joon many times - but they had denied everything. Seung Ho was your last resort.

"Like what?" He did not look up from his phone, making it hard to read his thoughts.

"Like... I don't know. Things I'm supposed to remember?"

"What kind of things?"

"I'm asking you."

"I think you know, don't you?"

"I can't tell if they're real, or just dreams."

"Why don't you ask Joon?"

"He never says anything."

"He must have his reason."

"Does that mean they're not dreams?"

Seung Ho smiled. "Well, it's said that all the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams."

"I don't like it when you talk in riddles, Seung Ho."

He chuckled. "Do you know what you didn't like more than that?"

"What...?"

"You hated waiting for Joon."

~

"Joon?"

The boy shifted his gaze from outside the window to you. It was one of the rare off-days he had. You reprimanded him for spending it at the hospital and urged him to go have fun somewhere, but he insisted that he wanted to be here.

"Do you like me?"

"If I didn't, you do you think I'd be here?" He laughed, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed beside you. "What makes you ask?"

"I thought you said you didn't have anyone you liked."

Joon frowned. "Well... you're different."

"Because?"

"Because... why are we talking about this?" He tried changing the subject.

"Because I dreamt, again."

"About?"

"About you being late to a date. About me storming off angrily and getting into an accident." Joon's eyes widedned as you told him about your dream.

"They, aren't dreams, are they? Why didn't you tell me?"

"How could I? When I'm the cause of it all?"

"I'm so sorry Joon." Your fingers touched his. "I'm so sorry for being angry at you. For forgetting you."

"I'm sorry for always being late."

"Is that why you've been staying here all the time?"

"Even if that wasn't the case - I'd still be here if you were hospitalized!"

You smiled at him, whispering a thank you. "There's something I want to make sure though..."

"What is it?"

"Which one of my dreams were real? Were they all memories? Are we..."

"Are we....?"

"Married?"

Joon laughed. "What do you think?"

"Well, I don't have a ring, neither do you... so that really must just be a dream."

"You know what, love?"

Now that you knew what you were to him, and that it was all laid out for you clearly - you could not fight the blush that rose to your cheeks when he addressed you like that. "W- what?"

"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."

Your lips parted at his quote, suddenly losing the words you wanted to say.

"What do you dream of?" You asked in the end.

"You." Came his one-word answer.

"Me?"

"To be with you, forever. Even if you forget me. Even if you don't feel the same. I just want to be by your side forever. So please, let me stay with you forever."