Not A Dream 8
Not A DreamAfter a few hours talking and knowing each other better, it was Jiyong's bed time. He had to sleep early, since an appointment with someone is tomorrow.
Seunghyun placed his palm on Jiyong's forehead. Jiyong closed his eyes, trying to sleep but couldn't because thinking of the person sitting on his bed to come was a miracle.
"Sleep. And wake up early tomorrow. You said you have to go somewhere." Seunghyun said to the one on bed.
"Sleep with me" the reply left Seunghyun in shock. Jiyong made a space for Seunghyun to sleep beside him. With his closed eyes, he patted the space he made with his small hands.
"If I don't want? What will you do?"
"I won't sl-"
"You won't sleep right? I expected that answer." Seunghyun let out a small giggle and curled his stiff body to fit the space Jiyong made for him. "Don't open your eyes. You can't sleep if you open your eyes." He continued. With a visible smile on his face, the other just nodded.
"When will you go out again? I'm waiting forward to treat you ice cream. And cotton candy." The older asked while caressing the younger's shoulder.
"Urmmm I don't know. Dayoung don't want to bring me out. If I'm out, can I have chocolate flavoured one?" Still with his closed eyes, he answered with his soft voice and a smiled. Seunghyun yawned purposely. After a while, Jiyong followed. "Don't get it wrong. I don't want to sleep yet."
"Hurrmmm okay but keep your eyes closed." The paralyzed nodded as a sign of agreeing. Seunghyun continued, "Can you remember anything from your past?"
"Like what?" Puzzled by the question, Jiyong asked.
"Likeeeee your friends, your school, or maybe your family. Things like that."
"Well, I won't forget most of my quality time with my family. Like when I was small, washing car with Daddy and watching TV with Mummy and Daddy. I can't remember anything about my friends tho. There are some but none of them is a sweet one. Since I lost some memories-- in the accident." Facing Seunghyun with his eyes tightly closed, he answered. It was painful to him, to forget his friends. He thought of how were his
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