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kwanisms · 2 years ago

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Kinkuary 23 Felix — phone sex // mutual masturbation

➥ fwb!Felix x fem!reader summary: Y/N and Felix have a pretty easy going situationship; when one of them is needy and the other is willing, they fall into bed but sometimes Felix gets needy when he’s on tour. wc: 3.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, fwb relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): phone sex, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby mainly), mutual masturbation, Felix and the reader are completely whipped for each other but won’t admit it cause they're idiots a/n: I'm not gonna lie, I struggled with this piece. Not because it's Felix, I’m actually finding it easier to write for him, when before I found it really difficult. I just struggle with writing phone sex lol anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece, thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Stray Kids taglist: @niktwazny303 @g4m3girl @rapmonie2047 @indigo35 @witherednotes @cixrosie @fay-ebrahim @imseungminsgf @yeosayang @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

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Your phone dinged with a notification and you picked it up, rolling your eyes at the picture that had been sent.

Fee👅: [image] Fee👅: this interview is so boring 🙄 You: awww poor baby :c Fee👅: ur supposed to make me feel better ):< You: you’re too far away for me to blow Fee👅: …i didn’t mean like that babe You: i’m teasing Lix. Where are you guys? Fee👅: New York You: Ew York Fee👅: Ew York Fee👅: lol jinx You: what do i owe you? 🙄 Fee👅: how about a picture? 👀 You: hmm. No Fee👅: meanie :< You: hehe :> Fee👅: come on Y/N 😩 You: not the government name 😭 Fee👅: pretty please? 🥺

You sighed and opened your camera app, snapping a picture of yourself sitting at your computer and sent it to him.

Fee👅: what time is it there? You: late lol Fee👅: gee thanks i had no idea 😑 You: you asked ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You: it’s 3:15 Fee👅: jesus christ Y/N go to bed! You: boo ur no fun Fee👅: i’ll text you later lol go to bed. You: okay dad Fee👅: daddy? ( ��° ͜ʖ ͡°) You: GOODBYE

You groaned, locking your screen and setting your phone down. Felix was right. You should be going to bed but this spreadsheet wasn’t going to finish itself and your boss had asked for it last minute, promising to pay you double to get it done asap so you jumped at the chance to get that double pay.

When you finally finished the spreadsheet, you emailed it to your boss and crashed, passing out on your bed, barely having the time to pull your covers up before you were out like a light.

The next time Felix texted you, he was in Chicago.

Fee👅: pizza here is atrocious 🤢 You: you’re just uncultured Fee👅: uncultured? Me??? You: i said what i said Fee👅: you are a liar is what you are You: I. Said. What. I. Said. Fee👅: i can’t believe you called me uncultured. Just for that, i’m not sending you the picture i took for you 😤 You: okay 🤙🏻 Fee👅: wait no come back 🥺 you were supposed to ask me to send it You: but you said you weren’t going to send it???

Felix groaned, looking at your texts. You were so infuriating sometimes.

When the two of you agreed to whatever had blossomed between the two of you, he hadn’t expected much out of it. Sure, he got sex with you but it was always strictly sex until it wasn’t.

The first time you called him and invited him over to just hang out, he knew he was screwed. These hangouts became a regular occurence and slowly he started developing feelings which complicated the booty calls even more.

He chose not to say anything because he didn’t want to lose you so he kept it all bottled inside. Keeping things as lighthearted as he could.

That was until you drunkenly let it slip that you liked him. You weren’t talking to him directly. You had been talking to Hyunjin at a party and you drunkenly told one of his best friends that you liked Felix a lot.

Hyunjin of course panicked because he didn’t know what to do with this information but Felix overheard and had been standing a few feet away talking to Han when he heard the words leave your lips.

Ever since then, he’s been waiting for you to admit it out loud to him but when he gave you opportunities to do so, you never did and it was so frustrating and infuriating but he had no right to be mad.

He just wished you would finally admit it out loud to him. He wanted you to tell him that you liked him. Not just say it drunkenly to his friends.

When Felix didn’t respond you sighed and set your phone aside.

It wasn't uncommon for him to suddenly stop texting. He was an idol after all. He had a busy life, a hectic schedule, and appearances to keep up with. Add a world tour on top of all of that and you were surprised to even hear from him at all.

When he was home in Korea, things were a lot easier. There were no time differences, just several city blocks. Even when he was back in Australia, it never seemed like he was that far away because the time difference wasn't that great.

New York, Chicago, LA were all almost an entire world away.

Felix still hadn't responded when you let out a frustrated groan and pushed your phone away, rolling over on your bed. It had been like this ever since you realized your feelings for him were starting to grow.

When you first realized it, you started to invite him over for more than just sex. It had turned into hanging out and watching movies or playing video games, or even making and eating dinner together.

Sometimes it ended with him spending the night and sometimes he went back to the dorms. It had almost become domestic in a way.

When you and Felix first agreed to whatever this was between you, it had been strictly sex. He always talked about how he was too busy to date, he couldn't be seen in public with anyone or rumors would arise, he didn't have the time or energy for a relationship.

You agreed, knowing what you were getting yourself into but when he came over one night when you called and instead of fucking, he realized something was wrong and let you vent out all your frustrations. He held you the entire time and told you it was okay to cry and to let it all out. It was then you knew there was something more between the two of you than just physical or sexual attraction.

Or so you had hoped.

You weren't exactly sure what woke you but you were almost positive it was the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand.

You groggily looked over at the alarm clock that read it was well past three in the morning. Groaning, you grabbed your phone and answered it without checking the screen.

"Hello?" You croaked only to be met with a cheerful laugh on the other side.

"You sound awful, are you sick?"

You sat up quickly upon realizing you'd just answered a call from Felix. You checked the screen to be sure and it was definitely him.

"No," you said, clearing your throat. "I just woke up."

"Oh shit, I forgot to check what time it is there," Felix said, his voice sounding concerned. Glancing back at your clock, it reminded you of the time to relay to the man on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck, seriously? I'm so sorry," Felix groaned. "I should have checked before I called. I can call you later. It's… it's not important. Just go back to sleep, okay?"

Your heart raced, rushing to keep him on the line. It had been so long since you'd heard his voice like this and he'd already woken you up so there was no point in hanging up, right?

"No, it's okay," you replied, leaning back against your pillows. Anything to get to hear his voice for a little longer.

"You sure? I can always call back later." You nodded even though he couldn't see. "Mhm, it's fine," you answered.

"So, what's up? Where are you guys now?"

"Brussels," he answered. "We finished North America last week before hopping on a plane and landing here."

Fuck, had it really been a whole week since you last spoke?

"Oh wow," you said rolling onto your side, keeping your phone by your ear. "I know. Just a little bit closer to home," Felix replied. You could detect the smile in his voice. He was probably excited to come back. He tended to get homesick pretty easily.

"I miss you."

It was so soft you almost didn't hear it but it still sent your heart into a frenzy. "W-what?" you asked, prompting Felix to repeat himself.

"I miss you like crazy," he answered. "I know it hasn't been that long but God I miss you so much." You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to reply with.

You recognized that tone in his voice. The longing, the desire, the desperation. You knew because you felt it, too. You missed him, too.

For you it was more than missing the way he touched and kissed you. You missed the way he smiled and laughed at one of your dumb jokes. You missed the way he let you curl up against him on the couch while watching movies. You missed the way he tried to mess you up while racing against each other in Mario Kart.

You missed Felix so much that it hurt physically. It hurt because you knew he didn't feel that way about you.

"Y/N?" he called softly when you didn't answer.

You wiped your eyes quickly and swallowed back the rest of the tears and sobs that threatened to follow. "I miss you too, Lix," you answered, pushing your feelings aside for what felt like the hundredth time. Even if it hurt you to not have him entirely, you knew you'd still get to have him in one way.

"What time is it there?" you asked, trying to divert attention from yourself and back onto him. "Oh, it's after seven," he answered, his voice softer than before. “So it’s not too late,” you replied, wondering what he did today.

“Yeah. We didn’t have anything planned for today. Just resting before tomorrow. So Han, Seungmin, and I went out to explore the city a little. Did some shopping and ate lunch before heading back to the hotel,” Felix explained.

You could hear some rustling on the other side of the phone and wondered if he was in bed too. If it was just after seven, it would be awfully early for him to head to bed.

“What else did you guys do?” You asked, wanting him to keep speaking. His voice was something that was well loved by fans but also by you. The range of his voice was incredible but your favorite was the tone he reserved for you entirely.

“Nothing actually. It wasn’t so much lunch as an early dinner,” he answered, letting out a low chuckle. “I’m so full that I dont want to do anything else.”

“Who are you rooming with?” You asked. You wondered if he was alone. “Hyunjin,” he answered. ‘Typical,’ you thought with a smile. “Tell him I said hi,” you said as you rolled onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling.

“Oh, I’ll tell him when they get back.”

Your curiosity was piqued as you propped yourself up. “Oh? Where did they go?”

“They wanted to see the night life. We wont get to see it since we’re leaving the day after the concert so this is really the only chance we have to see it,” Felix explained. “And what about you?” You asked.

Felix’s eyes widened upon your question. ‘What about me? Why is she asking that?’ He shrugged, even though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I just didn’t feel like going out.” ‘Yeah, because I wanted to call you instead.’

“And miss the only chance you have to experience the nightlife in Brussels?”

‘You’re more important.’

“Heh, yeah. I guess,” Felix said softly. It was true. The others had begged him to come with them, citing they wouldn’t have as much fun without him until Chris finally intervened. ‘If Felix doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t have to. I’m sure he’ll find something to keep himself occupied.’

Chris was the only one who knew about Felix’s situation with you and he also knew how Felix felt about you. The older man had encouraged him many times ti step up and tell you how he felt but he knew there was no use.

You just didn’t feel the same way.

“Do you want to go out?” Your question came as a surprise to Felix. He knew deep down he didn’t want to but could he tell you that? ‘Man up, you idiot.’

“No.” The word left his lips before he could stop it. “No?” You asked.

“No,” Felix repeated, settling back against the headboard of his hotel bed. “I don’t want to go out. I stayed back on purpose.” ‘That’s it. Keep going.’

“And what purpose was that?” If Felix didn’t know any better he’d think you were seeking information. And who knows, maybe you were.

“I wanted to call you. I promised I would and I got so caught up in the shows and traveling that I sort of forgot to call.” ‘Liar. You were avoiding her.’

“You wanted to call me?” How you could make his body react with just your voice alone, he’d never understand.

“Yeah. I did,” Felix answered, voice dropping lower. “Why’s that?”

‘Goddamn it,’ he cursed mentally, heat rushing to his cheeks as he felt blood rushing straight to his dick. He’d been wanting this since the last time he talked to you but he also just wanted to talk to you.

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly you could turn the conversation around.

“Cause I missed you,” he answered, fingers curling into a fist while he held the phone against his ear with his other hand. “And what did you miss about me?”

Your voice had gone breathless and Felix could only imagine what you were doing on the other side of the line. ‘Everything.’ He wanted to say it so desperately. He missed everything about you.

Your smile, your laugh, your lips, your hands and the way you touched him, both tenderly as you moved him out of your way in your cramped kitchen and the way your fingers would move over his skin as you teased him.

He settled for the obvious answer. “I miss your body.” ‘Idiot. You’re so fucking stupid.’

A ball of disappointment settled in your stomach. ‘Of course,’ you told yourself. ‘You're stupid for thinking he missed anything else.’

You pushed your negative thoughts aside. “What do you miss the most?” You asked, thighs pressing together as his voice came back deeper and huskier when he answered. “Your thighs. I love how soft they are when I grab them but I love how strong they are when you wrap them around my waist.”

‘Holy shit. Okay. That was quick.’

“Hmm, is that right?” You asked, your free hand resting on your stomach as Felix spoke. “God, yes. I love your thighs so much. But you know what I miss more?”

You tilted your head. “Hmm, what's that?”

“I miss your cunt.” That was so direct and… vulgar. It sent blood rushing to your core as your walls clenched around nothing. “Do you, now?”

“Mhm, god I miss you so much, baby,” his deep voice rasped. “I miss you, too,” you admitted. ‘More than you know.’

“I wish I was home so I could come see you.”

“And what would you do if you came to see me?” Your hand on your stomach moved up to squeeze your tit over your shirt. It wasn’t Felix’s hand but it would have to do.

“Well, first tell me where you are. What are you wearing?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Really, 'what are you wearing?'” You asked teasingly. “Don’t play with me,” Felix whined. “Just answer the question, babe.” The use of the pet name made butterflies erupt in your stomach, your heart pounding into a frenzy. Felix was well aware of how much you reacted to the sweet names.

“I’m just wearing a tee shirt and shorts,” you answered. “What I usually sleep in.”

“Take your shorts off for me, okay?” Felix asked. You could hear movement on the other side of the phone. “O-okay,” you answered. “And one more thing?” You heard him ask and raised the phone quickly. “Yeah?”

“Put your phone on speaker.”

Felix waited while you moved, doing as he asked. He could hear your sheets rustle as you moved. Finally you spoke. “Okay, they’re off.” Felix nodded, his free hand resting on his stomach just under his navel. “Are you wearing underwear?” He asked, biting his lip when you giggled on the other side.

“Yeah. They’re lace.” ‘Fuck.’

“Oh? What color?” ‘Please say black, please say black,’ he thought as he pictured the pair he loved the most. “Black,” you answered, making his cock twitch in his pants. ‘Yes!’ Felix’s hand moved over his hardening cock, resting his palm over it.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” ‘Please say yes.’

“Do you want me to?” Your voice asked softly. ‘God yes.’

“Go ahead, baby. Over the lace though. Gotta work yourself up first,” Felix answered as his hand pressed against himself.

“You touch yourself, too,” you said suddenly. The tone in your voice nearly made him groan. “I already am,” he answered with a slight chuckle. “Does it feel good?” you asked sweetly.

Felix pouted. He was supposed to be asking that.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he said with a chuckle.

“It feels nice, but it’s not enough,” you answered, a slight whine in your voice. Felix chuckled again. “Don’t tease yourself too much, baby. That’s my job.” He could hear your breath hitch and just knew you were probably clenching your thighs together. Or trying to.

Hearing a soft sigh on the other end of the phone, Felix could imagine you lying on your bed, one hand between your thighs as you played with yourself.

“I bet your panties are soaked right now,” Felix said, grabbing his now hard cock through his pants when you let out a moan. “'M so wet,” you gasped.

Felix held the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off before taking his phone in his hand again, his other hand now massaging himself over his underwear.

"I want you to slip your hand into panties and keep touching yourself," Felix groaned. "Just like I would if I was there."

He heard your voice shake, a soft moan sounding as you followed his instructions. "Just like that," Felix whispered, slipping his hand into his boxers, pulling his cock free to start slowly pumping his length. "Keep touching yourself for me."

You could hear soft sighs and low moans from Felix's side and tried to imagine him on his hotel bed, stroking himself as he spoke to you through the phone.

"I wish you were here," you groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you traced circles around your clit, imagining it was Felix making you feel this good. You heard him let out a shaky breath. "I wish I was there, too. I want to be the one making you feel so good."

"You always make me feel so good, Felix," you said, moaning his name as your back arched off the mattress. "Fuck, I love it when you moan like that for me. It sounds so hot," Felix replied.

"Go ahead and use two fingers," he instructed. "I know you can take them. You always take my fingers so well." You let out a moan as you pushed two of your fingers inside your cunt, curling them to find that sweet spot that Felix always managed to find every single time. "Fuck, ngh!" You whimpered.

"That's it baby," you heard him groan. "Keep doing that. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretend they're mine, baby."

You whimpered as he continued to speak. "I know how much you love it when I finger you while we make out." 'Fuck why does his voice have to sound so sexy?'

You set a pace you were comfortable with and could maintain while listening to Felix's voice as he got himself off to the sounds of you. You could imagine the dim lighting of the hotel room and the white sheets as his hand moved up and down his length.

"Feels s-so good," you whimpered, your fingers pumping in and out of your hole, the lewd wet sound of your pussy filling the room.

Felix groaned loudly on the other end. "That's one of my favorite sounds," he grunted, his voice growing shakier. "That and the sound you make when you cum all over my cock."

You let out another louder moan. "I want your cock inside me so bad, Lixie," you whined. "As soon as I'm back, I'm gonna come to you and fuck you so good you won't even remember I was gone," he growled. Your walls squeezed around your fingers and you drove yourself closer and closer to orgasm.

Your moans and whines were Felix's telltale sign you were about to cum. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" he purred, his voice low and breathy as he continued to pump his cock faster, squeezing and jerking his hand the way you often did.

He wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm gonna- oh god," you groaned, a whiny and breathless moan leaving your lips as you came. "Fuck, there it is," Felix groaned as his eyes shut, feeling his own orgasm begin to wash over him as he stroked himself. "That's my favorite sound."

As you came down from your high, you listened to Felix finish himself off with a deep moan your ears zeroed in on something he whispered. "Fuck, I love you." It was so soft you almost hadn't heard it and might not have if you hadn't cum first.

The moment the words left his lips, Felix was mentally berating himself for being so stupid. Why did he have to slip up like that? He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud until you went silent. 'Way to go, you fucking idiot.'

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth briefly, wondering if you'd actually heard him right. 'Did he really just say that?' You knew there was no way your mind could be playing tricks on you.

Deciding to take the plunge, you took a deep breath before responding.

"I love you, too."

Felix had been so occupied with trying to busy himself with cleaning his essence off his stomach after that stupid admission he made in the heat of the moment that the second the words left your lips, he froze. 'W-what?' He stopped and cleared his throat.

"Say that again," he instructed. "Felix," you whined on the other side of the phone. "Please," Felix begged. "Say it again." He heard you inhale shakily before exhaling.

"I love you, too."

The feeling of weightlessness was so immense that Felix thought he'd float right up to the ceiling. 'She loves me back?'

"When did you-?" he asked but you cut him off. "Since we started hanging out more." Felix truly felt like he could fly. You'd developed feelings for him around the same time he'd developed them for you.

He asked you to start from the beginning and you did, finally spilling everything you'd been feeling and thinking. It matched almost perfectly. Your mutual pining, shared romantic feelings, wanting more out of the situationship. You both felt the same way and were scared the other didn't feel that way. You were both dumb.

What a pair of idiots you truly were.

"Okay, I take it back," Felix finally said, having already cleaned up and changed into his pajamas. "What's that?" you asked.

"As soon as I get back, I'm not fucking you," Felix answered.

"I'm taking you on a date."

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moonsluvr · 3 years ago

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— IN YOUR DREAMS!

synopsis: jungwon’s job is to turn people’s nightmares into dreams; you’ve got the power to turn dreams into nightmares. it’s no surprise that when you infiltrate jungwon’s dream, he makes it his mission to get revenge. except there’s one problem. he can’t exactly ruin dreams like you can, leaving him no choice but to get acquainted with you in real life. and he definitely won’t fall in love in the process… right?

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader

word count: 10k

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, superpowers, action, fluff

warnings: fighting, cursing, death, coma, politics </3, brief mentions of: cheating, depression, suicide, and hell, jungwon calls reader “pretty,” readers roommate calls them petnames platonically. please let me know if there are more !!

authors note: this is for @emeraldenha’s “unlikely collab” !! also very very special thank you to the lovely @giyyuzz for beta reading this for me i love you sooo much :(

TEASER.

the perfect blue hues in the sky begin to wash away, being replaced by a spectrum of grays and blacks. you smile, continuing to paint this unlucky stranger's dream with scenes of depression. he looks around, confused by the sudden switch, only for his eyes to land on you.

you, who was still shining in his bleak dream. he starts walking towards you.

you start walking the other way.

he starts running after you.

you start running, too.

what the fuck? why was he chasing you? you speed up, panting as you continue running after the boy that was currently right behind you.

“wait! stop, please!” he yells out after you.

well, this isn’t how you expected the night to go. but it was your fault for letting yourself get caught.

despite being pretty good at your job, you were far from perfect. sometimes, during the process of transforming peoples dreams into nightmares, the ‘dreamer’ would see you. of course, you would never let them actually catch you. you knew how to handle yourself in these situations.

spotting your gateway, you quickly run towards it before leaving his nightmare.

thankfully, you were able to avoid the boy that was helplessly chasing after you. feeling good about another night of successful ‘dream transforming,’ you peacefully stroll back home.

you’d seen what happened to others who got caught in dreams.

although you were sure you’d never have to meet the same fate as them, the thought still occupied your mind sometimes. it was a risky job, transforming people’s dreams. that’s why your agency took special measures to make sure it never happened.

before people knew the potential dangers of entering and exiting dreams, there was no need for agencies or regulations. anyone who had the powers could open and close portals at will, usually picking up an item that was important to the dreamer. that was the gateway into dreams.

when you have someone's memories and sentiments, it’s almost too easy to manifest yourself into their mind, gaining the ability to twist and bend their imagination to your will.

but as more and more of the dream shifters started disappearing, the rest of the community took action by creating their own agencies to help them.

unfortunately, this led to many clashes within the dream shifters. after decades of fighting, there were two main groups remaining.

those who wanted to help dreamers; choosing to use their powers for good, transforming nightmares into happy dreams. most call them ‘the visionists.’

and then there were people like you. the phantoms. to be fair, your agency wasn’t built on making people miserable. rather, there was a long history of shifters who were sick of being used to fix peoples dreams, and rebelled against the system by turning the dreams into nightmares instead.

now, you work to keep shifters safe by scaring the public.

saving yourself meant compromising morals sometimes. that’s what the phantoms believed. something visionists saw as cruel, and inexcusable.

you set your things down once you get home, and start getting comfortable.

“hey, you’re finally back?” your roommate, yeeun, asks.

“visited two dreams today,” you reply, “i guess i lost track of time.”

“make sure to take breaks, love.”

your roommate was one of the independents.

independents were categorized as shifters who didn’t belong to any agencies, either going into hiding so their powers don’t get caught, or switching between fixing and messing up people's dreams. in any case, they usually didn’t like taking sides.

“what about you? did you go dream hopping today?”

“no, i just stayed at home. who did you visit?”

“hmm there was a guy, looked about 30. his fear was his wife finding out about his affair.”

“yikes.” yeeun commented.

“i know, right? and the second dude, he was pretty cute. he started chasing after me, though, that was pretty scary for a second.”

“hate when that happens.” she looks at your eyes, noticing how tired you looked, “you should go rest now. it sounds like you had a long night.”

you nod, finally ready to enter your own dreams for the night.

sometimes you shaped your dreams, and other times, you simply let your subconscious take control over them. this was one of the nights you decided to not interfere.

your consciousness floats around, letting you experience an array of emotions, all within a few hours. realistically, it hasn’t been that long, yet you feel like you’ve lived several days in the short timeframe. in this state, you’ve found yourself vulnerable to your mind, completely at its mercy.

you often wonder how other people feel, knowing they can’t control even their own dreams.

your dream starts off dark like it usually does. you hear a distant voice, one that you recognize. the ground is collapsing. you can’t see what’s going on. it’s too dark. your body starts sweating. are you nervous? you must be nervous. the voice loses its power. it’s growing more and more distant. did you miss your chance again?

and then there’s a burst of light. but there’s no sign of danger, or anything you were experiencing a mere second ago. the only proof of the past few seconds is the sweat clinging to your body.

oh, you’re awake now.

“morning, sweetheart!” yeeun greets you as she makes her way to your room.

you smile at her and snap yourself back to reality, “good morning, have sweet dreams?”

“great, actually. i dreamed that school was out today.” she sighs, “i really don’t want to present today.”

“right, did you finish the powerpoint?” you ask, as she nods.

“like the good best friend slash project partner slash roommate that i am!”

at school, you’re not a shifter. at school, you’re a teenager.

you’re a normal teenager that doesn’t haunt people’s dreams. would you even have friends if they knew what you did?

“and marcuse says, ‘the very process of existence in an unfree world is ‘the continuous negation of that which threatens to deny freedom.’’ the bold, and impactful statement reflects the themes portrayed in the book.”

your teacher scribbles notes as you talk, presumably evaluating you. you close your eyes and take a deep breath after you finish your lines as yeeun continues the presentation.

“very interesting choice of book to report on! i’m glad you two challenged yourself.”

as expected, of course. you were always the type to take up challenges. and execute it perfectly.

which is why you’re confused by the fact that this girl's dreams aren’t budging. you start deconstructing the perfect world she’s built for herself again, only to find your efforts are in vain. the walls you attempted to trap her in start crumbling.

what the hell was going on?

you try draining the color from the dream, instead. and that’s when you see a random boy in the dream. he still looked normal, despite the world around him going black and white. and then he releases a frustrated grunt before the dream transforms into a beautiful scene again.

so he was the one fucking with your job. another shifter?

there was no point in fighting with him here. so, naturally, you start plotting on how to mess up his dreams later tonight before jumping out of your current target's dream.

it was times like this that you found fun in being a shifter.

you get to researching using the agency's database, easily finding the lists of visionists.

was this a little wrong? maybe. was your agency going to scold you for using their information for your own interests? definitely. but what was the point of being a shifter if you were only going to slave away to the agency, anyway?

that’s how you justified what you were about to do.

his dream was unsurprisingly stunning and peaceful. you could spare a few minutes to explore before completing your task, you decide.

it was a beautiful setting. if it was real, you’d definitely have to visit. there was a river running along the grass, and exotic flowers grew all around you. the smell of fresh fruit draws your attention to a nice spot near some tall hanging trees.

there he was, a few people surrounding his figure. he throws his head back in laughter. did he make himself prettier in his imagination or did he look like this earlier? whatever, you don’t have time to dwell over this thought, choosing to start transforming his dream now.

you start by making his friends walk away from him. already, the boy's bright face contorts to one of confusion.

you must’ve forgotten that he transforms dreams as a profession as well, as he catches on too fast. his eyes quickly scan the area, meeting yours instantly. you let out an awkward laugh.

“...are you a shifter?” he asks. he starts getting up, making sure to not get too close as to touch you.

“no. just visiting, to be honest.” you respond coolly.

“wait, i saw you earlier. why the hell were ruining someone else's dream? they’re all innocent, you know?”

you scoff at his statement, “excuse you. i don’t need a lecture from a visionist.”

the way you spat that word made it sound like the worst insult. maybe you saw it as such.

“and i don’t need a phantom in my dreams. please leave now.”

“you’re not gonna touch me, are you? you know that would be the end for both of us. so i’m good, really. i think i’ll stay.” it’s easier to be brave when you’re not in danger, you find out at this moment.

“why are you even here?”

“stop ‘curing’ peoples dreams. they don’t need that, just let them fix themselves naturally.”

“says the one going out of their way to hurt people?”

just as you thought, talking to a visionist was like talking to a brick wall. blinded by their apparently strong morals that they’re completely ready to spit out of their mind when it comes to phantoms. you figure you’re probably as disgusted by him as he is of you.

“don’t make me turn your friends into zombies, angel-boy.” you laugh. he doesn’t. man, his sense of humor must suck.

“i have a name, you know?”

“well, i gave you one i like better. i think i’ll stick to calling you angel.”

“how can you mock visionists like that? we’re actually helping people unlike you. you’ll call me nothing, i don’t want to talk to you.” he says unamused.

you already knew his name, anyways. how else would you have found him? the agency’s database told you everything you needed to know about the boy, despite his obliviousness to it all.

“well, jungwon,” you give him a small wave, “i hope you enjoy your surprise!” you say before walking away to leave his dream. he already knows that your surprise was nothing good.

what he wasn’t expecting, however, was to wake up to the surprise instead of meeting it in his dream.

how immature of you to steal his teddy bear. but it was important nonetheless. having his teddy bear meant having an important item from his memories, allowing you to travel into his dream without needing to break into his house anymore.

he didn’t even want to think of the troubles that would surely come in his near future.

now, it wasn’t your intention to let him see you, or even sabotage his dream more than once. but what could he even do? he was as powerless to you as he was to his agency. he would never be allowed to break into your mind unless it was to help you.

unfortunately for you, jungwon knows more than one way to get revenge.

unaware of jungwon’s current plotting, you prepare for the night as you always do. you plan to forget about jungwon for the day, just go to work and clear your mind. maybe stay up with yeeun for the night.

however, your plans were ruined once you realized jungwon wasn’t the only problem you had.

you spent an hour being scolded by your boss. before you could even pick up your bottle of liquid protection, she snatches your arm, pulling you into her room. you’re only half-listening to her talk about how you don’t deserve the privileges the agency gives you if you can’t use your powers responsibly.

the ‘liquid protection’ was your agency’s genius solution to the disappearances.

it was challenging to work around the subconsciousness of people who had complex minds, often losing sight of the gateway. since their item is what allows you to manifest yourself inside one’s mind, it’s also the way out. the issue occurred when people’s lives were so complex that it was nearly impossible to relocate the single area that relates to their ‘item.’

and when a dreamer’s mind is so fractured to the point there is no single point of origin for their personal ‘item,’ the portal would scatter throughout the dream. it’s no wonder so many shifters went missing when dealing with certain clients.

that’s why an array of shifters banded together, making a drink that grounds anyone to reality, therefore granting shifters easy access outside the dream without the need to find the gateway.

this technology was only used in emergencies, and wasn’t effective if you had already been caught in a dream, but it was an extra safety measure you wouldn’t have had otherwise.

“do i need to remind you of the consequences of letting a literal dreamer touch you?” your boss fumes.

“not at all, the memory is crystal clear.” you tap your foot impatiently. it angers you. you were affected by the incident more than anyone else. getting scolded like this was truly unfair.

“don’t catch an attitude with me now, child.”

“i’m just sick of everyone else acting like they care. like their best friend got taken away from them forever.”

“we’re all sad about that, trust me.”

“oh yeah? so how come you never visit her? how come the agency in all their wisdom never fucking tried to fix things?” you scoff, not even bothering to wait for an answer before walking away.

“if you walk out the door right now, i will suspend your shifting privileges until you apologize and beg.”

you walk out, anyways.

who needed a stupid drink to pull them out of a dream? you’re good enough at your job to escape on your own.

you walk the lonely pavements, finally processing the events that just took place. your feet unconsciously carry you back to her.

and here you were, standing in front of the hospital.

you sigh, unable to make it past the front door in fear that you won’t see her like she used to be.

when a dreamer touches a shifter, it breaks the dream, trapping the shifter inside the dream permanently. unable to return, the shifter's physical and mental self has no choice but to rot in a shattered dream.

as for the dreamer? their physical body still exists, but their subconscious is completely broken leaving them in permanent coma.

the dreamer your friend got stuck in is currently hooked onto several wires and machines. you used to visit to talk to them. your friend, and her dreamer. but every time, your heart breaks more. and you find yourself frequenting less and less.

the guilt leaves you sick to your stomach.

before the memory eats you alive, you quickly leave the hospital with a heavy heart.

“hi.” you hear someone say from behind you.

fuck, jungwon’s found you already.

you turn around wearing a blank expression to show him you weren’t scared. in all honesty, you weren’t expecting this, and you definitely weren’t prepared to deal with him right now. you’re just grateful it’s not in a dream so he can’t fight right now.

“i’m not in the mood today, jungwon.”

“well i wasn’t in the mood when you trespassed my dream,” his lips curve up as he adds your name at the end.

he probably searched up the shifter database like you so it wasn’t much of a shock, but he looked so proud of the fact that he now knew your name.

you turn back around, and continue walking the opposite direction.

“hey!” he shouts after you, following as you make your way to a small restaurant. “hey, you can’t just walk away while i was talking to you.”

“hm, buy me dinner and i might consider talking to you.”

you were the one that started this, yet he was still the one pulling out his wallet, ready to pay for you.

“why did you go looking for me? you know you can always find me in your dreams.” you tease.

“please, the last thing i want to do is see you. i’m gonna get my revenge”

he starts eating with you, the both of you glare at each other occasionally in between the slurping. he throws in a few insults, and you return them all. wow, was this how he planned on getting back at you?

you think jungwon’s stupid. you think he’s too good, and you think he has no sense of humor.

you hate people like him.

jungwon thinks you’re lousy, evil, and blind.

you two are really polar opposites. it’s a surprise you aren’t physically fighting him at this moment.

“i hate people like you.” he says.

“you read my mind! i was thinking the exact same thing, angel.” you mutter, pure sarcasm coating your words.

“and i don’t just mean phantoms.” he elaborates, “i mean cold-hearted, selfish, miserable–”

“okay, okay, i get it,” you cut him off, laughing a bit, “i feel the same way.”

jungwon doesn’t understand this. what reason could you possibly have for hating him other than the fact that he was from your rival agency?

just yesterday, jungwon was sitting in his bed, sighing to himself. how could he have let his guard down like this? and he doesn’t even have his teddy bear to hug for comfort now.

what could he do about this situation, though? he couldn’t just waltz into your dream like you did. he’d be expelled from the agency before he could even come back. so, was he just going to walk up to you and punch you? that’d land him in jail.

he tried thinking of all the elaborate, and unrealistic plans he could possibly come up with. from making you fall in love with him, to following you around, re-transforming the nightmares of your clients so your efforts would be in vain. that’s not it, you wouldn't let him win like that.

just as he was about to give up, and accept defeat, a lightbulb flashes above his head. he’s got the perfect plan.

it would take a while, sure, but it would be worth it to see you getting a taste of your own medicine, and jungwon didn’t mind being patient for that scene.

now here he was in front of you. seeing you so sad earlier almost made him change his mind, but then you opened your mouth to hurl another insult towards him. it’s game on.

for some reason, the boy had been attached to you for the past few days.

just… following you around. he isn’t even rude to you, only responding when you insult him first. other than that, he’s been nice. you know he has a plan; you aren’t stupid. but the most you could do until you figure out the plan is enjoy your free meals.

taking a bite out of your food, you decide to start a conversation with him. a normal one this time.

“how old were you when you found out you were a shifter?”

he looks at you as if he was questioning your intentions, “i’m not sure. i just remember i was young.”

“ah, how did you end up joining the visionists?”

“i don’t know, how did you end up a phantom?”

you look down at your food before lying, “because i like messing with people.”

at this, he scoffs, “that’s nice. i became a visionist because i like helping people.” you could tell he was upset by your answer based on his facial expression, but he was keeping his composure very well. he clears his throat, “but, when did you find out you were a shifter?”

“yesterday, actually.”

he laughs at your joke.

well that was unexpected.

you thought he’d roll his eyes, or make a rude comment like he does to all your jokes. it’s strange, his laugh is actually pretty nice. if only he had a sense of humor like this always.

“i’m guessing that means you were too young to remember, like me.” he adds, “so why haven’t you been going dream transforming recently?”

you lost your drink privileges. but you couldn’t tell him that. “uhh, i just wanted to go on vacation. it’s a risky job, y’know?”

he nods, stealing some of your food, “mhm, i know.” you let him go this time. he was paying for it all, anyways.

the rest of the time you eat in an only slightly uncomfortable silence. he thinks of offering to walk you home, clearing his throat, but he regrets it instantly, and looks away as quickly as he caught your attention.

“well, i should get going now. see ya later, loser.” you finally announce.

he smiles, waving you goodbye, “bye, dummy.”

as soon as you leave, he sighs to himself, cursing at how he’s making progress too slowly. but what can he do? you’re not the type to open up that fast. he’s figured that much out by now.

jungwon’s plan was fool-proof. but you weren’t any fool.

he’d plan to get close to you, close enough to track down a client of yours, someone who’s had their dream ruined thanks to you.

once he found someone who had a vendetta against you, he would lure you into their dream.

he wasn’t allowed to turn a dreamer's dream into a nightmare, right? that’s what was stopping him from bursting into your dream himself. but if the dreamer wanted to see you suffer, he would be able to fight you in the dream. after all, it would be like a dream come true to them.

which is why your trust was crucial to his plan. he needed you to believe in him in order to lure you in.

he thinks he’s doing good so far. but why haven’t you been dream-hopping recently? this detail has him scratching his brain in confusion.

what happened to all the chaos you’d been creating all of a sudden? you just.. chose to stop? something wasn’t right.

“sir, your bill.” the waitress says as he shakes off his thoughts.

it was strange, really. your current relationship with him. “i think for number two you have to—” he pauses when he catches you staring at him instead of your work. he clears his throat, “are you okay?”

you tilt your head slightly, “be honest with me jungwon, why are you here? i’m not stupid.”

his mind begins clouding with possible excuses, “i, haha funny story,” he begins.

“i like funny stories.” you encourage him to continue.

“to be honest, i just thought you were really cool, like, the way you had the courage to go into my dream knowing i was a shifter. and i, i guess i admire you.”

jungwon was complimenting you. in a weird way, but it was a compliment nonetheless.

“plus, you’re kind of pretty.”

you almost choke on air, “pretty?!”

“geez, don’t overreact.” he turns back to the papers scattered on the desk, his ears displaying a soft pink.

in your eyes, your relationship with jungwon was finally improving. he would help you study, buy you food, and text you to make sure you were okay at night. you stopped insulting him as much, and responded to all of his ‘goodnight’ texts.

the past few days were spent with you indulging him in your life, and him opening up to you about his. you figured he’d forgotten about his ‘revenge’ plans by now. and maybe, you could even be friends with him now.

you invited him to visit a park with you, admiring the pretty flowers, and the light breeze that graced your face.

he keeps his hands in his pockets as he walks alongside you, “are you sure you’re not cold?”

you tease him, “why? are you going to offer me your coat, angel?”

jungwon’s stomach twists in guilt. you looked genuinely happy at this moment. but to him, this was all a lie, “well, that depends on your answer.” he replies calmly despite his raging thoughts.

“in that case, i am cold.” you giggle as he throws his coat over your shoulders.

“thanks jungwon. i really enjoyed myself today,” your honest eyes hurt him more than they should, “and…” he raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to finish your sentence, “and i don’t think i can hate you anymore.”

for some reason, this sentiment makes him angry rather than bringing him comfort. “of course, i don’t hate you either.”

for some reason, he didn’t feel like he was lying.

the soft grass gently caressed your fingers as you and jungwon sat together under a calmly swaying tree, providing a cool shade. in a single moment of impulse, one of your biggest confessions almost came to light, “i lied to you.”

“hm? what about?” jungwon asks. you feel vulnerable right now, all your memories resurfacing.

“when i told you why i became a phantom. i don’t just like messing with people.” you were unsure whether to stop there or not, but his tender gaze that shows you he’s really listening to you urges you to continue. “i chose to become a phantom because i was sick of shifters being used.”

“so you and all the other phantoms rebelled.” he concludes, guessing your story, “why don’t you just hide? what’s the point of hurting others?”

“that wouldn’t work and you know it. the second people figure out there are shifters, they’ll do what they did in the past. they’ll use us to fix their dreams, never stopping to consider how we feel.”

he wants to understand you, truly. but he just doesn’t get it.

you sigh, “this is the only way. i need to make sure nobody is ever forced into such a dangerous job to the point they’re risking their life. i’m protecting us.”

“okay.” is the only response he’s able to formulate.

yet oddly enough, it’s all you needed to hear. you never expected him to see you as good, but you were glad he could see you as okay.

your sudden laughter catches him off-guard, “i guess even my agency has its limits when it comes to messing with people. actually, i got my drink taken away from me because of when i intervened with your dream.”

and suddenly everything makes sense to jungwon. that’s why you haven’t been transforming dreams recently. he smiles, keeping up his act, “see! you shouldn’t have done that.” he bumps your shoulder teasingly, now laughing with you.

“but if i didn’t, we wouldn’t be friends right now.”

there it is again. that weird sinking feeling in his stomach.

“it’s getting dark.” he stands up, dusting his clothes off, “we should go home.”

“you’re not going to offer to walk me home this time?”

he tries his best to pull off his most genuine smile, but it’s only getting harder, “do i even need to offer?”

“well you should, because i wanted to race home today.”

“rac–”

before he’s able to ask any questions or even protest, you’re already dashing ahead, “last one pays for dinner next time!” you yell to make sure he hears even though he knows he’s paying either way.

somewhere along the race, he teasingly bumped into you. so you did, too. that’s how it became more of a playful fight rather than a race.

just as you were about to reach your destination, your roommate walks out with trash in her hands when she spots you.

“honey– oh?” yeeun was prepared to greet you, but she stops herself once she sees a boy she’s never seen before walking alongside you.

he politely bows, “hi, my name’s jungwon.”

“i’m yeeun. you’re a friend?” he hums in affirmation, as yeeun looks him up and down before finally meeting his eyes again. you know her well enough to know she was judging your jungwon intensely at this moment. “well, i’ll be taking your ‘friend’ back for the night.” she smiles, grabbing one of your arms and pulling you into the house.

“ew, yeeun. you didn’t even wash your hands after taking out the trash.” yeeun shuts the door behind you, and stares. “what?”

she frowns, “honeyyyy.” you stand there, confused by her behavior. she gracefully lifts your confusion by continuing, “you’re not replacing me. i’m the best friend you could have, to be honest.”

finally, you let out a laugh, “of course not! nobody can replace you.”

“good. i’m visiting your dreams tonight, by the way. i miss doing that.” she skips away to her bedroom.

just like a few nights ago, your feet suddenly go cold. there’s that distant voice calling out to you again. you’re helpless again. just like you always are.

except this time, yeeun is there to witness it all. she’s here for the first time. you can only feel bad that you're putting her through the curse you’ve been enduring since her disappearance.

yeeun doesn’t waste any more time in the dream, going through your gateway before shaking you awake.

“what the hell was that? and i know it’s not just a nightmare, i know what those look like and that was not a normal one.” she interrogates, “is this about your old friend..?” she whispers the last question.

you weakly nod, “she was the one that disappeared…”

“you’re insane. she was a visionist.. wasn’t she?”

“...yes.”

“oh wow.”

you sit on your bed as the two of you fall into silence. she’s probably having a hard time taking all this in. admittedly, it was quite the revelation.

“why have neither of the agencies done anything about her? she’s still stuck in the dream. like she has been for years. why isn’t anyone helping her?”

she asks all the same questions you’ve been torturing yourself with for years. ones you still can’t answer. ones you wish your boss would.

“geez, i knew i’d seen her face before on some visionist file, but to think she was the one…”

you interrupt her train of thought, “we should go back to sleep.”

when she looks at you there’s a softness to her face. there’s a look of pity, and understanding.

“i’ll find a way to save her, i promise.” you can’t stop the sobs that come out at her statement. all you needed was someone who cared like you did.

jungwon offers to take you out for ice cream, to which you gladly accept.

“honestly, i didn’t expect for us to get this close, even yeeun was surprised.”

“she looked like she hated me. has it been that long since you made friends?”

you know he meant it lightheartedly, but it was true. after your dead friend, yeeun was the only person you had the heart to grow close to. even then, you were always afraid you might have to say goodbye to her as well. it’s hard to open up to others when the person you trust more than anything else is torn away from you.

“what about you, angel? i don’t see you hanging out with anyone other than me.”

“i have friends, of course.” he proudly says, but at your blank expression, there’s a hint of concern on his face, “do you really not have any other friends?”

“to be honest, no. you’re the second friend i have. congratulations, i guess.”

his mouth forms a pout, “i’m glad i can at least be your second, then.”

“technically third,” you correct. at his lost expression, you elaborate, “if you count dead friends.”

jungwon’s eyes practically pop out of his skull, and has to force his mouth to close, “i’m sorry for your loss.”

“she was a shifter, like us. got stuck in a dream. i haven’t had an easy time making friends since. but anyways, thank you for being my friend regardless.”

as jungwon listens to your story, he can’t help himself from feeling worse and worse about what he’s doing. yet one question lingers in his brain. if your friend died from being stuck in a dream, why were you still a phantom? why didn’t you quit?

just as you finish your explanation, a waiter brings your ice cream orders. you thank him before returning to your conversation with jungwon, only to be interrupted by someone yelling at you.

“where is my order?! i’ve been waiting here for half an hour and these teens that probably can’t even pay get their order before me?!”

“sorry, sir, we’ll have your order shortly.” an unlucky waiter responds.

jungwon leans down across the table and gestures for you to do the same, “hey, do you miss dream transforming?” he whispers to you.

your lips curve upwards at what he’s implying, “absolutely.”

“let’s visit his dream tonight. you can mess with him, i’ll just pretend i never saw it.”

your face drops, “but i don’t have a drink..”

“but guess who does?”

a few brain freezes, and mischievous glances later, jungwon and you came up with a plan to transform this rude man's dream tonight.

waiting until all the lights were out inside the house, you make your move towards the door. looking next to you, you notice the lack of jungwon.

“jungwon…what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to find a good window to enter through.”

“you don’t just pick at the door lock?”

“..no? you do? that’s so basic.”

“hey, so what if it’s basic? it works. plus, climbing through a window isn’t exactly creative either.”

he has a hard time not cracking up at your serious face. at his little giggles, you start laughing too.

“stop,” you laugh in between your warnings, “we’re so gonna get caught today.”

“we really are polar opposites.”

“i know why you have to look for windows. it’s because you don’t know how to pick a lock, right?”

“of course i can! what kind of shifter doesn’t.”

you hand him your lock picker, “do it then.”

you watch as he struggles with it, a few minutes pass in light giggles before he finally succeeds, “see?”

“sure, you totally didn’t just wing it and hope it works.”

“and what if i did? i can do it now, and that’s what matters.” he says, waltzing confidently into the house.

“hold on.. i recognize this house…”

“oh, really? have you dream hopped here before?”

“i think i entered a boy’s dream here. he was young, though. maybe the man's son? i’m not sure, i didn’t check the other rooms.”

jungwon didn’t expect to be forced to make this decision so fast.

now, he had two options. let you enter the dad’s dream and mess it up like he planned. or somehow trick you into entering the son’s dream and fight you there.

he almost forgot the original reason he started hanging out with you, but with the appearance of an opportunity like this, his mind is immediately flooded with the bad thoughts he previously drowned out. if he wants, he can get his revenge. right here, right now. then he won’t have to keep paying for your dinners, or sending you ‘fake’ goodnight texts, or use every brain cell trying to figure out your homework. he wouldn't have to lie anymore. he could live a life free from you.

“so, what item do you think looks important to him?” you ask, looking around the old man's room.

“well, since he’s a father, don’t you think his son's items could be more important to him than his own..?”

you immediately stop looking around, turning to look at jungwon. “what?”

“parents usually hold their children really close to their hearts, right?”

“..you’re trying to get me to enter the son’s dream, aren’t you? i told you, i’m not stupid.”

“no!” he blurts out, startled, “i’m not, really. i was just suggesting something. i wouldn’t…”

“you wouldn’t hurt me?”

you know what his stuttering means. you grab his bottle from his hands so he doesn’t try to leave you trapped in a dream, but jungwon tries snatching it back from you.

“give it back!”

“consider it a sign that you and i can trust each other.”

“how can i trust you?” he says in panic.

how can he trust you? after he just tried to fool you into entering the wrong person's dream?

“i’m going to his dream, are you coming with?”

right as you’re about to enter the dream, he aggressively throws the dad’s phone away, out of your reach. instead, he quickly grabs your arms and drags you to the other bedroom.

“jungwon?! stop!”

he picks up a book from the son's bedside table, and pulls the both of you into his dreams.

still shaken from the incident, you’re allowed barely any time before jungwon starts altering the dream already.

“what the hell?” the ground sinks under you, and you fall with it, “what are you doing?”

“i’m getting my payback.” he seethes. has he absolutely lost his damn mind?

“i thought we were past this, jungwon!”

“i don’t appreciate you giving all the innocent civilians’ dreams your stupid little ‘makeovers’ so if you could–”

is he serious? after all this time, that’s what this is all about? his grudges must be a thousand times worse than yours. “be better at your job, then!” you spit back, collapsing buildings around him.

he jumps past all your attacks expertly before flipping you upside down using the platform you were on. you flip him with you before jumping off, and straightening yourself. he lunges forward towards you, but you pull a nearby sign in front of you, blocking him.

“are you really going to keep attacking me unprovoked?”

he’s close enough for your eyes to meet. they’re glossy, as if he’s about to burst into tears. he questions himself for a second. why is he even doing this? why couldn’t he have just put all this behind him, and move on from you?

it’s because you messed with him first, right? because you’re a bad person, and you deserve this.

but do you really? within the time he’s known you, you’ve only been a normal teenager. kind, and not heartless like he expected, with the exception of your first encounter. within the time he’s known you, he’s the one who’s been manipulating you, always hiding his ulterior motives.

and maybe that’s what frustrated him the most. how did he turn into the villain here, when it so obviously should’ve been you? he just wanted to bury you like one of his mistakes, forgotten in the past forevermore.

his revenge should’ve been quick, and swift. he shouldn’t have dragged it on like this. and here he is now, at a moral dilemma.

the sign dissolves from in front of you, resembling nothing more than sand falling to the cracked and broken cement below you.

“uh,” you snap your head to the voice. you almost forgot this was someone else's dream, “could you two please stop?”

you look back at jungwon, whose eyes are now wide in panic.

the dreamer advances towards the two of you. shit, you couldn’t let him touch either of you.

as you try to escape the dreamer, jungwon sees this situation as an opportunity and raises a wall between you and him, trapping you on the other side with the dreamer. this move could’ve been fatal if it weren’t for your quick thinking.

you melt the ground, leaving the dreamer behind on the other side. you only spare a second glaring at jungwon before he attacks you again. you can only continue playing defense as you’re too busy worrying about the dreamer to attack him back properly.

“can we stop this already?!”

“give me back my bottle. now.”

you can’t believe he’s being this immature right now, when both of your lives are in danger. the dreamer gets close to jungwon, and you pull his sleeve to move him away, but he starts folding the dream inward, throwing off your balance.

and there it is, shining inside one of the buildings. the gateway. all you had to do was push both you and jungwon through it, and escape this wretched nightmare forever.

but the more you two fought, it kept cracking more and more. at this rate, it could end up fractured. you had to get him through the gateway fast, it would be impossible to convince him to drink from the bottle and leave enough for you afterwards.

seeing you distracted, jungwon tackles you to the ground.

the sound of something shattering from under you rings in your ears. you don't have the heart to check it, but you have a feeling you know what it is already.

when you open your eyes, you see jungwon staring at the ground next to you.

there laid his escape. a broken bottle, liquid pouring all over the cement, reaching your clothes.

he finally looks up, searching for any sign of a gateway he could find.

you shove him off of your body, muttering curses to yourself. “look what you’ve done!” you yell at him before grabbing his sleeve again. with the weight of his actions occupying his thoughts, he barely even notices what you’re doing.

the buildings obey you, creating a path towards the barely functioning gateway. it could close any second if you’re not quick enough.

when he finally takes everything in, he looks at you, who’s running desperately. you pull him forward and jump in yourself afterwards, leaving nothing but a mess behind. you could only hope the dreamer isn’t traumatized from this experience like you were.

you roll on the floor from the impact of a rushed escape, the sudden jump shaking you up slightly, “you almost got us killed!” you immediately scold, getting up as fast as you fell. you continue stomping away until you’re out of the house.

he refuses to back down, “you’re always so damn selfish!” he knows it’s not true, but his emotions can’t help him from arguing, trying too hard to justify his actions to himself.

“ME? SELFISH?! AFTER WHAT YOU’VE JUST PULLED?”

“YOU DON’T GET TO YELL AT ME!”

“NO, YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME SELFISH.” at this point, your breathing is irregular, and everything around you is blurry. the only focus is on him. specifically, the sudden horns that seem to be protruding out of his head, and the flawed morals he’s sitting so proudly on.

“ALL YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IS CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ME?”

he has the audacity to point fingers at you, not knowing what you’ve been through. all he sees when he looks at you is a phantom. someone who kills dreams and hurts others. he doesn’t see a fellow shifter, a teenager, someone who lost a friend. someone who lost everything. he doesn’t see you as a person.

“SEE? IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU!” he scoffs in disbelief of your behavior, finally taking a breath before continuing, “i don’t car—”

“it’s obvious you never cared,” you snap, “honestly, fuck you.”

his heart sank to the pits of hell. he wasn’t sure if he even had a heart anymore.

he’s never seen you in this state before. he’s never seen you so mad that there’s practically smoke blowing out of your head.

“look, i’m sorry, i was just…” he paused again, half-expecting you to cut him off like you’ve been doing. he didn’t prepare an apology and quite honestly, he had no idea what excuse he was supposed to use in this situation. “i’m just sorry.”

the look of pure betrayal in your eyes is enough to tell him he messed up badly, and you won’t forgive him that easily, but the least he could do right now is apologize.

“you know, i don’t hate visionists,” you watch his eyebrows shoot up at your statement, and his eyes flash in confusion, “but without a single doubt, i hate you.”

with that, you walk away. you don’t bother to look back for a second longer. you’ve said what you needed to say, and you’re more than ready to leave him behind.

his mind had been in a constant state of push and pull the whole time he’s been with you.

with the guilt consuming his every thought, he knows he made a mistake. his mind is no longer swaying with choices. he has made up his mind. he only happened to make it a little too late.

and now, you were walking away from him.

you, who represented change in his everyday. you, who shone in every dark nightmare.

he was letting you walk away.

and he regrets it already.

he’s done pretending it was all an act. he’s done pretending he hates you, when he’s done nothing but find genuine happiness in your presence. he’s done hurting you. he wishes he could stop you now, but your back is turned, and he’s already put a knife through it.

in all honesty, he liked doing your homework with you. you would barely even study, opting for gossiping instead. he found it cute when you tried to stay on topic, but kept getting distracted by the more interesting things to talk about. he didn’t mind paying for all of your meals. not when he got to share the food with you, trying new things he wouldn’t have otherwise, stealing your foods just to tease you.

before he even realized, the things he originally did to gain your trust, were the things he did because he wanted to. because he liked you.

it’s now he starts realizing what he’s done, and he’s not too sure he can let himself live if he doesn’t try to fix things.

“no.” yeeun says blankly before slamming the door on his face.

“wait– at least hear me out!”

there’s no response.

plan b. this was definitely against agency guidelines.

“what the fuck are you doing in my dreams.”

“i have a plan.”

“i wasn’t actually asking. get out.”

“yeeun, please.”

“jungwon, no.” she mocks.

plan c! third time’s a charm, right?

“yeeun, someone sent mail to you.”

“oh my gosh, throw it out.”

“why?”

“you don’t wanna know…”

plan… d?

> yw182881: Hi…

> j.4ngel: ew ugly 🤢🤢🤢 don’t talk to me pls

> yw182881: Listen, I’m sorry.

> yw182881: Please tell them that.

> yw182881: I regret it a lot.

> j.4ngel: i’m blocking you bye

> j.4ngel: and you better leave them alone before i sneak in ur dreams bitch

jungwon was growing less and less confident after each attempt of reaching out to your roommate, and he was running out of ideas. damn, she was loyal. loyal enough to sneak into his dreams for you.

oh. she would sneak into his dreams for you.

“are you out of ideas already?” yeeun asks as jungwon stands where he did a couple days ago. he’s back at your front door, begging yeeun for help.

“i’m going to annoy you until you let me talk to you.” there was no reason to lie, or hide his motives. not anymore.

“mhm good luck with that.” and with that, she slams the door shut on his face once more.

jungwon tries again once more. and then again. and then again.

after another three days of trying, yeeun finally gives in.

“okay, if you say one stupid thing, i’m leaving your dream instantly, and you lose your chance. you understand?”

“okay, i understand.”

she gestures for him to speak.

taking a deep breath, he finally starts, “so, i was really stupid and i know that and i hurt them, and i regret it. it was just supposed to be something small for petty revenge but as we grew closer i was getting more and more frustrated – with them, but mostly myself for how i was lying to them – and that caused it all to explode and i went too far with my anger, but i have a plan.” he says all at once.

“what’s your plan?”

“i want to save their friend. i think i can pull her out of the dream.”

“huh? do you think you’re better than the agencies or what?”

“maybe not smarter, or as experienced, but i want to try. that’s more than anyone else is doing.”

“so why are you telling me this?”

“unfortunately, my boss found out about what i did.. i got my drink taken away.”

“and you want me to pretend to join the visionists to get a drink so i can give it to you.” she fills in the blanks jungwon’s laid out, “that… isn’t a horrible plan.”

“i also need your help figuring out who it was. i narrowed it down to the missing cases, but i’ve never seen her before.”

“i have, i can help you with that.”

he nods, thanking yeeun for helping him before they start drafting a plan. something catches his eyes about the person yeeun pointed out as your friend. he carefully looked over her name that read, “jayun.” she was filed under “visionists.”

his heart breaks. you really devoted yourself to protecting shifters, joining the phantoms, so others wouldn’t face the same fate jayun did.

“yeeun? where are you going?” she stops in her tracks when you catch her about to sneak out.

“going for a late night walk.”

“am i crazy, or do you smell like jungwon?”

she backs up from you, “you know how he smells?”

“we did spend a lot of time together. whatever, it doesn’t matter. stay safe.”

“of course. goodnight, sweetie.”

“i wish you and him the best of luck.”

“...you know?”

“he was the one who sent the letter, i checked.”

“i’m sorry, i really wanted to help. he has a whole plan and everything to save,” she pauses, not wanting to open your wounds, “her.”

“i know. honestly, i’d do anything to have her back. if jungwon can make that happen, i hope his plan works out. good luck, you two.”

she hesitates before proposing, “do you want to come along? i think he really wants to apologize to you.”

“do you think he deserves it? a second chance.”

“i think that depends on you. do you want to give him a second chance?”

“this is a suicide mission.” you say after jungwon and yeeun enthusiastically tells you their plan. you felt bad shutting them down like this, especially when jungwon looked like he was going insane trying to find a solution, and yeeun was practically jumping out of her seat in excitement. but it was true.

the plan was simple enough; just go into the dream, find jayun, give her the drink, and save her.

of course, it wasn’t that simple because the drink only works in pulling shifters out of dreams, not any mental state.

“we’re going to be trapped with her, this is useless. if it was that easy, this wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.”

jungwon’s face deflates at your blunt responses, but keeps his hopes up, “no, i don’t mean give her the drink from the dreamer’s dream. we go into her dream, and save her from there.”

“you want to go into jayun’s dream?” he shakes his head, confirming his idea.

“i think it’ll work,” yeeun chimes in, “plus, once she’s out of the dream, won’t that allow the dreamer to wake up, too?”

“i’m not sure, nobody’s ever tried it before. i think we could try.” jungwon lets out a loud sigh of relief and yeeun jumps out of her seat to hug you.

yeeun goes to sign up as a visionist, and you lead jungwon to your old hideout with jayun to find an item that you could use to connect to her mind.

“were you and her that close?” he asks, looking around.

you hum in response. this place brought back memories, “the reason i joined the phantoms was because of her.”

“i’m really sorry.”

feeling the atmosphere getting heavier from the conversation, you change the conversation. pointing to an antique phonograph, “look, we bought this together! it was so cute, and when we walked in the store, it was playing our favorite song. we used to dance together.”

“you dance?”

“only with jayun.”

you find a way to start it up again, and it starts playing a soft tune. gently swaying to the song, you smile at the thought of dancing with her again.

“would you consider dancing with me?” jungwon asks quietly.

“you dance?”

“maybe.”

placing your hand on his, he starts moving the two of you to the beat of the song. his hands feel soft, like you’re holding clouds. his pretty eyes look into yours. you wonder what he sees now. was it the same phantom he hated, or were you someone completely different to him now?

the audio starts getting scratchy, leaving an ugly sound hanging in the air, “sorry, it must be broken.” you apologize quickly before going to turn it off. jungwon pulls away from you, but the nervous feeling in his stomach doesn’t leave him alone.

he decides to change the subject, “any updates from yeeun?”

“she hasn’t texted yet. i think we made good progress, though.”

“the phonograph would be a good item.”

“it would. i just really hope this works.” after a few more minutes of waiting, you get a text from yeeun to let you know she got the drink.

time worked differently in dreams. since you were entering the dream of someone who’s already in a dream, it would be difficult to know when she’s asleep. each hour, you’d try to connect to the phonograph in hopes of it letting you in, and every hour you’d find she’s still awake.

you decided to take turns staying up throughout the night. 3am. it’s your turn now. jungwon gently nudges you awake, letting you know it’s your turn now. you try to stay awake, while your eyes droop.

“if you’re really tired, i could stay up for you.” jungwon offers in a whisper.

“no, it’s fine.” you check if jayun’s asleep again by connecting to the phonograph.

“oh! yeeun, wake up. they just went into the dream.” jungwon exclaims, seeing your attempt was successful.

he grabs three bottles, and enters jayun’s dream. yeeun stays back in case jungwon tries betraying you again, or if there’s an issue. she’d be prepared to send in a rescue mission.

the dream was just as dark as you’d expect. with the lack of light, you couldn’t see anything, including jungwon.

“hello?” jungwon’s voice echoes in the nightmare, making you aware of his arrival.

“i’m here. where do you think she could be?”

“i guess we should look around.”

by looking, you’re assuming he meant feeling, since that’s all you could do at the moment.

the air was thick, almost like there was fog everywhere. everything felt surreal, even for a nightmare. you step carefully, with each sound beneath your feet startling you. you’d never been in a nightmare this eerie, usually because you were the one painting them. there was no element of surprise. you knew it was a nightmare, you knew it wasn’t real, and you knew what to expect.

you don’t have that information here. it feels like you’re stepping into an entirely different world every time you walk forward.

“jungwon?”

“yes?”

“i’m scared.”

“do you want me to hold your hand?”

“please.”

he stuffs the bottles in his pockets to free his hands, pulling you closer to him. small twigs snap from under you, and you feel the fog getting increasingly thicker.

all your senses are heightened in fear, making you hyper-aware of everything around you. that’s when you hear something moving.

unable to tell whether it’s jayun or something else, you stop in place to hear better. jungwon stops next to you.

“is everything okay?” he whispers.

“i think i heard something.”

“is there someone there?” you hear a third voice call out.

“jayun!” although risky, you can’t stop yourself from getting excited at the sound of your friend's voice, “we came to get you out. do you remember me?”

“oh my, oh.” jayun speaks quickly, her breathing already erratic, “how are you getting me out?”

jungwon pulls a bottle out of his pocket, “just drink what we give you. it’ll help you, i promise.” he says, walking towards her voice.

“stop! don’t touch me! you might get stuck here.”

he tries speaking in the calmest voice he can, trying to explain everything to her, “i won’t touch you. i know the risks, and that’s why i’m here.” he assures, “i’ll leave the bottle here. just pick it up and drink it, okay?”

“okay..” although still slightly shaky, her voice sounds calmer now as she bends down to pick up the drink.

you turn to jungwon, “are you sure this’ll work? since she’s the dreamer right now and not the shifter, what if the drink doesn’t work.”

“i guess we’ll see.” he crosses his fingers, and passes you a bottle as well.

you two drink it quickly. it could cause issues if the dreamer left before you could.

as the three of you finish gulping down the drink, you find yourself back at the hideout. yeeun interrogates you as soon as you come back.

“what happened? are you okay? did you find her? where is she?” she grabs your shoulders, looking at you as if she can’t believe you’re real.

“i’m okay. i’m not sure if it worked, but she should be at the hospital with the dreamer right now if it did.”

“what are we waiting for?” jungwon stands up, getting ready to head to jayun.

as soon as you arrive, jayun runs up to hug you, “holy shit i’m back!” she exclaims, “and you’ve grown so much! i’ve really missed you.”

you return the tight hug, “i missed you more i really can’t believe i finally have you back.”

jungwon smiles at the sight, happy to see you this happy.

“i’ll pay for everyone's dinner today!” he offers, to which you smile, turning to look at him.

“thank you so much for everything, jungwon.”

“it’s no problem.” he says sincerely before adding, “i’m rich, anyway.”

dinner went as chaotic as you thought it would. jayun and yeeun hit it off, teaming up to annoy jungwon. the night was full of laughter, and good friends. there was just one thing missing that’s been sitting heavily on your chest since the night you realized it.

“can i talk to you?”

you look at jungwon, “what’s up?” he gestures for you to join him outside to talk privately, and you follow him, “so what did you want to talk about, angel?”

“i’m sorry.”

“you said that already,” you smile, but he doesn’t return it, “i forgive you.”

“i don’t think i was acting. i mean, i know i lied about why i started talking to you, but i didn’t lie about why i kept talking to you,” he confesses, “i admire you a lot. and you’re still pretty to me.”

“you sound like you like me right now.” you laugh.

“would you feel the same way?”

“well,” you pretend to ponder over his question, “i think… if you kissed me, i might not pull away.”

he leans in, and your heart only grows louder and louder. in between the space keeping the two of you apart, you see the universe. you’re too far away. you lean in closer, determined to close the space. his lips ghost over yours, and you raise your hands to hook them over his shoulders. the space between you is nothing. there’s just you, and him. he gently holds you, trying to keep the kiss slow.

you think you might be dreaming at this moment, jungwon feels too good to be real.

his soft hands holding your face tell you he’s real, you can feel him. and right now, he’s all that needs to be real to you.

in his arms, you’re in heaven, and he’s your angel. he’s your jungwon.

THE END hehe if u liked it pls let me know ur thoughts, i’d love to read ur comments!! ^_^ tysm

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