It was a park, covered with green grass and scattered red flower petals on the ground. 

Or were they really flowers?

Oh Sehun lowered his hand, carefully picking one of the petals from the ground. The red color seemed like blood over his pale white skin, but Sehun liked it. The flower petal felt very soft beneath his caressing fingers. It seemed very real, before Sehun remembered that he was supposed to be in a cold December. Sehun could not see the winter; did not want to see the snow. He hated winter. 

It was the main street, filled with heaps of people walking and vanishing at the end of the crossroad.

Or were they really people?

The green was coming back from the traffic light and Sehun was being very clumsy to be able to trip from his own feet. He bumped his back on the crowd, and for some seconds he let his eyes closed. The touch on his back felt like nothing; the crowd was now gone but the empty wind. He opened his eyes again, a tap was on his back and he bowed apologetically to the older woman behind. In between the empty road, Sehun walked slowly, carefully. The noise from the people did nothing to his ears, but his eyes kept lying at him.

It was a coffee shop, relatively small but seemed very enticing. Through the glass window, the male barista was young and very pretty.

Or was it really a coffee shop existing there?

Seven in the morning, it was not the time for normal business hour but the flipped sign at the front door said otherwise. Sehun walked into the shop, and the bell chimed above him as he opened the door. It was not the most graceful bell sounds that he had heard but the flaw made him smile. It felt real for a second, and illusion in another as the barista came up behind the counter, looking all flustered and nervous, but very, very beautiful. It did not feel real, it was not supposed to be. Sehun closed his eyes, wishing for the sound of the bell did not stop, and that his eyes were telling the truth.

It did not stop.

The chimes was still there, along with the soft voice of the barista ringing into his ears, unsure and filled with concern. Sehun opened his eyes again, and for this once, it was not a fantasy that he saw.