When I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by the familiar trees of my dream. I unwillingly grinned, even though I didn't want the boy to know I had secretly wanted to meet him. I hadn't seen him for a long time.

“I know you want to smile,” his loud, booming voice echoed in the entire place, and I felt the imaginary walls of my domaine shake. “You can smile, don't force your lips down.”

“I can do what I want,” I retorted bashfully, although a grin automatically curved along my lips. I stood up, the god-awful dress whooshing loudly and making me groan. I pursed my lips in annoyance and flailed my arms around. “Can't you give me a better dress?”

“I can't,” he answered somberly, a sigh in his sound. He somehow appeared annoyed to me. “I crafted this world through your fantasies, not mine.”

“Well, yeah. Fantasies when I was like—“ I paused to take a full one-over at the dress. “—five years old, when I believed in fairylands and princess.”

“It's the most dominant fantasy in your head,” he replied. “And I can't inflect my own fantasies upon you, sadly.”

“You’ve been fantasizing about me?” I grinned playfully and hopped closer to the core of his voice, where the voice was stronger. I was lead through a ring of trees, behind them was a beautiful fountain with a huge man statue holding a jug, in which a colorful water was oozing out of it. I was sure this was a part of my five-year old fantasies. I admit, I had been a silly kid with a wild imagination. Never thought I could one day see them so vivid, so alive. It left me in awe.

There was a cough and I snapped out of my reverie to perk my ears at the sound. I could practically hear his nervousness through his cough, and I found him admirably adorable. “I haven't… exactly fantasized about you.. but, you had popped into my head once or twice. It's involuntarily, I promise you.”

“It's okay to fantasize about beautiful girls,” I teased, sitting down on the fountain’s boulders and enjoying the strong essence of nature around me. I heard the boy clear his throat again, and I wondered silently if he was blushing.

“Aren't you going to, I don't know, tell me your name?” I blurted out, and I was greeted by an intense silence that I swore I could have cut with a knife. There was another clearance of throat from him, and I braced myself for the memory to come.

“I would like you to know of me when you meet me, face to face.”

“I will get to meet you?” I asked, astonished, and I heard a sigh.

“I hope so. You will if you find me,” he seemed quite.. sad, if I may say, when he said that, and I felt a sudden intrusion of sympathy, that was quickly waved off by determination to find him, although, a small spark of helplessness ignited within me as well.

“Why can't you tell me where to find you?” I desperately asked, arising from my place and taking an unconscious step forward. I stopped, however, when I realized the boy was everywhere around me, and not in a single place.

“Because.. I think you’ll do it in your own,” the wind carried his voice all over me, and I gulped.

“Why?” I whispered, and a small brush of wind skimmed over my face tenderly, like fingertips.

“I believe that if you have found my brothers, then you're, somehow, destined to find us all.. I feel like.. fate is already taking you to find them one by one, and all I can do is wait for my turn.”

“What if I don't find you?”

“You will,” he stressed, seeming absolutely confident that it was contagious. “I believe in you.”

“Anyway,” he said quickly before I could reply, and I imagined his cheeks reddening in embarrassment of what he had said. I couldn't help but smile. “I called you here because you seemed.. stressed. Anything in particular you want to talk about?” I felt like even though he was asking me cautiously, he already knew what has been going on around my head. Even then, I opened my lips to replay, sitting back on the fountain.

“It's Sehun,” I said somberly, a frown taking a place over my face. “He has.. fallen asleep.”

There was silence, then for a minute or two, I wasn't quite sure, but he opened his mouth.

“And you think something wrong is going to happen?”

“I don't know,” I confessed slowly, playing with the hem of the dress unconsciously. “I feel like it's some sort of an omen, a warning. Is it… is it because they're attaching themselves back to their human side?”

“It could be,” he hummed in thinking, and I felt another lazy brush of warm air grazing my cheek, tracing backwards to my ears and down to my neck. I bit on my lips and tilted my head to the side to squirm out of the breeze. “I think they're getting out of their usual track, but I don't think it's necessarily bad.”

“What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I mean, that Sehuns falling asleep isn't a bad thing, perhaps. Maybe it's a sign for something good.. not bad. I have no idea, I have never seen such a thing like this before.”

“How do we know we are not doing something bad?” I hesitantly asked, thumping through my fingers nervously.

“We don't know, we hope.”

-

I opened my eyes to be face to face with a sl