Yoon Jaehyuk lacks a lot of things: he’s one in a million, in the worst way. He’s never belonged, he’s never been loved. He was born an outcast.
His only happiness: the boy of his dreams. Or rather, the boy in his dreams. Jeongwoo must be a figment of his imagination: he’s all the things Jaehyuk isn’t, and more. He’s smart, and confident, and funny, and sweet…
He only appears behind closed eyes, he’s only imaginary.
Yet Jaehyuk would give anything for him to be real.
Well, Park Jeongwoo is very much real, and very much closer than Jaehyuk knows.
Born with a death sentence,each of Jeongwoo’s 16 years of life have unfolded in a hospital. Being awake is painful, and any activity is pure agony. Jeongwoo is bedridden, doomed to watch the clock tick down to his demise. Except when he’s asleep, because with sleep comes dreams, and in dreams he is healthy, in dreams he can run and play and laugh and sing… dreaming is freedom.
After Jaehyuk appeared, Jeongwoo’s life inverted: he was a corpse by day, and boy by night.
For 11 years: these two boys kept each other alive. They made each other whole.
And when Jeongwoo disappeared for good, Jaehyuk felt like a part of himself had been ripped away. His soulmate died before Jaehyuk could truly known him.