Sleep Well, Dream Sweet
Description
Yoo Youngjae is a lonely boy from Seoul. Tired of living his pointless life, he attempts suicide. To the relief of his best and only friend Choi Junhong aka Zelo, he survives. The only problem is he's left in a coma and doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up.
Jung Daehyun is a boy from Busan who wants nothing more than to find someone to love and cherish. He was always a flirty person who men and women alike fell head over heels for. That changed though, when Daehyun started to fall in love with a boy from his dreams. A boy named Yoo Youngjae.
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"We dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time." - A.A. Milne
Foreword
In the middle of a cold night in June, a lonely boy named Yoo Youngjae sat in his dark room thinking about his life. The only light in the room came from the moonlight shining in from the open window and the only sound that could be heard were those of the boy's alcoholic parents fighting in another room and Youngjae's sobs. He sat on the floor, cross-legged. Taking one last glance at the razor in his left hand, he picked up a pen with his shaky right one. He put the pen to his diary before him and wrote a letter to his only friend, Choi Junhong. He knew this would upset the younger, they only had each other, but Youngjae couldn't take any more. His parents were alcoholics. His father beat him and his mother just continued on as if nothing was happening. He was bullied at school for his baby-fat. He was excluded from activities at school for being 'too smart'. His house never had hot water or electricity because his so-called parents used up all of their money on more booze. He had nothing left to give.
He looked down at the razor again. He'd never cut before. He didn't want to harm himself for only a brief relief. He knew none of this was his fault. He was just another casualty in life's endless war with humanity. No, if he was going to do this, he would do it once and do it right. Just a few clean cuts straight down his wrists should do it. He inhaled deeply and exhaled nervously. It wasn't a scared kind of nervous. It was a happy kind of nervous. The kind of nervousness that he'd seen people feeling before dates. Youngjae chuckled to himself.
'My first date will be with death.' He thought.
He brought the blade to his wrist and dragged it down. The cut was slightly wobbly but that didn't bother Youngjae. He was nowhere near perfect in life, why should his death be any different? Another cut and he could start to feel himself lose energy. A few more and his vision was fading away. He sighed in contempt. Not long until all of his torment would be over.
"Forgive me, Junhong." He whispered to his best friend. He felt better saying it, even though he knew full we'll that Zelo couldn't hear him.
Just one more deep cut and Youngjae felt himself be let go. He became lightheaded. Closing his eyes, he happily dropped to the floor. His heartbeat slowed and his mind silenced.
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