1. Dreams bleed like ink ᝰ🖋️
°˖➴ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — Every night, Lee Heeseung dreams of a girl named Y/N in a strange world that feels far too real to be a dream. When objects, memories, and even physical marks begin leaking from the dream into reality, he realizes Y/N isn’t just a figment of his imagination. As they search for each other in the waking world, they uncover a connection that has tied their souls together across lifetimes. But the closer they get, the more they learn that they are star-crossed lovers destined to find each other..and destined to lose each other.
.✦ ݁˖ ft. heeseung lowk questioning if he’s insane or not, dunno if ill make it TOO angsty
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Lee Heeseung knew he was dreaming.
The realization came the same way every night. One moment he would be drifting off in his room, tired after a long day, and the next he would find himself gazing at a glittering sky that no real place could possibly have. The fluffy clouds were colored in a white tinted gold, drifting through shades of dreamy pink and deep drunken violet that appeared to radiate light from within. The places in this world seemed to change when he diverted his eyes. A restaurant would morph into a bookstore if he looked away for too long. Pink street lamps would sometimes appear even if there weren’t any there prior. Sometimes entire roads changed their directions like thread being pulled through a needle. This world acted like a dream, well it was a dream anyways.
And yet, it truly never felt that way.
Most dreams blurred at the edges. They fell apart the second you questioned them. This place only became clearer the longer he stayed.
The sound of water echoed nearby.
Heeseung already knew what he would find before he turned the corner.
Waiting beside the fountain.
Somehow, Heeseung knew that.
He couldn’t remember when she’d told him. He couldn’t remember whether she’d introduced herself during their first dream or their tenth. The beginning of all this felt fuzzy, like a page that had been torn out of a book before he could read it.
The certainty lived in his mind as naturally as his own.
Y/N looked up from the edge of the fountain and smiled.
Just the kind of smile you’d give someone you expected to see.
Heeseung walked over, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“You say that every time.”
“Because you’re always late.”
“I don’t think dreams have schedules.”
The sound echoed across the square, light and familiar.
For some reason, hearing it always made him feel relieved.
Like he’d finally arrived somewhere he was supposed to be.
In this strange dream that refused to leave him alone.
Yet every night she was waiting, and every night they picked up exactly where they’d left off.
Sometimes they wandered through streets that twisted endlessly in impossible directions. Sometimes they sat on rooftops overlooking a city that changed shape every few minutes. Sometimes they stayed by the fountain and talked for what felt like hours.
Y/N always asked strange questions.
Questions nobody else asked him.
“What do you think people misunderstand about you the most?”
“What would you do if nobody expected anything from you?”
“When was the last time you felt completely happy?”
He never understood why those questions stayed with him long after he woke up.
The dream stayed with him too.
Every morning he woke up remembering Y/N perfectly.
The way she crossed her arms whenever she thought he was being stubborn.
The way she looked at him sometimes, like she knew something he didn’t.
Dreams weren’t supposed to work like that.
Dreams were supposed to fade.
By the second week, Jungwon noticed.
“You’ve been staring at the wall for like five minutes.”
Across the room, Jungwon was eyeing him suspiciously.
Jungwon pointed immediately.
“That’s not your tired face.”
Unfortunately, that only encouraged him.
He should have kept his mouth shut.
Instead, he said, “I’ve been having weird dreams.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Jungwon sat up straighter.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t have brought it up.”
Unfortunately, Jungwon had a point.
Heeseung rubbed the back of his neck.
Heeseung already regretted this conversation.
Jungwon pointed at him dramatically.
“You’re dreaming about a girl.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
The question caught him off guard.
Without thinking, Heeseung answered.
Then Jungwon’s jaw dropped.
Realization crashed into Heeseung a second too late.
“Oh?” Jungwon repeated. “OH?”
“You learned dream lore.”
“That’s absolutely a thing.”
Heeseung buried his face in his hands.
Across the table, Jungwon looked seconds away from crying from laughter.
“You have a recurring dream girl.”
“And you’re pretending you’re not attached.”
“You remember details about her.”
Jungwon pointed aggressively.
“See? That’s the silence of guilt.”
“No, you’re unbelievable. You’re out here forming emotional connections with a girl who only exists when you’re unconscious.”
The worst part was that Jungwon wasn’t entirely wrong.
Because later that night, as Heeseung lay in bed staring at the ceiling, he found himself wondering whether Y/N would be waiting by the fountain again.
The answer came as soon as he fell asleep.
The dream welcomed him back with its impossible sky and shifting streets.
Y/N was already sitting by the fountain when he arrived.
She smiled when she saw him.
For some reason, Heeseung smiled back.
At least, that’s what it felt like.
Eventually Y/N tilted her head.
“You seem distracted tonight.”
“My friend thinks I’m crazy.”
“He found out about you.”
“He thinks it’s weird that I know your name.”
For a moment, something changed.
The smile on her face faltered.
And somehow, that tiny reaction felt more important than anything she’d ever said.
She looked away toward the fountain.
The water reflected the strange colors of the sky above them.
When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter.
Y/N didn’t answer immediately.
The wind drifted through the square.
For the first time since he’d met her, she looked uncertain.
Like she was thinking about something she didn’t want to say.
Finally, she looked back at him.
And when she smiled, it wasn’t her usual smile.
“Nothing,” she said softly.
But somehow, Heeseung knew she was lying.
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