Youngjae clutched his brand new notebook, pressing the spiral tightly against his palm. His vision was blurred from tears and confusion. He ran a slim finger over the cute bunny on the yellow cover of his journal of dreams. Yes, journal of dreams. He hated calling it a diary, as it would sound girlish. Nobody knew about this personal notebook of his, and he decided that no one would ever know about it. Like hell Youngjae was going to let the other members find out that he has been keeping track of his weird dreams. Or to be precise, his weird dreams since the day when the boy he was deeply in love with ...

Youngjae wiped away another salty tear that had reached the corner of his mouth. His soft lips trembled and before long his whole body was shaking at the thought of what happened a week ago.

He collapsed on the bed and shut his eyes, still holding on firmly to the notebook. Muffled sobs came out from his throat as his inhaled in the scent of the other male that was still lingering on the pillow.

No matter how hard he tried, Youngjae's tears wouldn't dry. 

He pushed his face deeper into the fluffy pillow but suddenly springs up into a sitting position and opens the notebook to a blank black page. He chewed on the end of his pen, wondering why the bed suddenly seemed empty since the other left. Youngjae never had trouble sleeping alone before his relationship and practically never dreamed about anything but now he was being tormented by strange dreams every. Single. Night.

And by strange, he means strange.