“Uhm, excuse me...”

Kyungsoo’s eyelids fly open at the voice. It seems familiar yet new. He blinks once, twice, until he actually lost count because right there—peering at him with expectant eyes—is the girl he often sees in his dreams.

“A-are you t-talking to me?” He asks that causes the girl to look at him oddly. “—like really talking to me?” 

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” 
― Edgar Allan Poe

Okay, I'm really sorry. I should be updating this fic but my friend is pushing me to write this! This is (supposedly) my late birthday gift for her so whatever.