My very first ZhouKyu/QMi fic! Please enjoy <3

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Again.

I don't know him. I don't know who's he, but he always shows up in my dream.

Is this a part of my memories?

I don't know.

I don't understand.

The thing I know, I woke up and found myself lying on this hospital bed.

I don't know my own name, my birthday, my house, my parents, and the man in my dream.

I'm sick.

That's all I know.

No one's telling me anything and I don't really care.

Day by day passed by only looking at the sky with no expression.

I don't know how long I've been here in Hospital.

I don't know anything until he called my name.

'Kui Xian'

It's not Korean.

But the thing I know, that's my name.

I've never dreamed anything except him. I think he possessed my dream.

I didn't recognize him.

But he did.

Sometimes he shows up in my dream and take me to the amusement park.

Sometimes he takes me to his home.

His smile's sweet.

His face's so mature.

His body's tall.

That's him in my dream.

Everytime I feel bored he asked me to sing.

His voice's amazing.

His Korean seems a lil bit weird.

He often moves his body and dances.

He dances great.

Whenever I feel sad he holds me in his arms.

He got strong arms.

When I found myself so stupid he doesn't care.

He's stubborn.

Everytime I can't sleep, his words are my lullaby.

Strong yet soft words.

Whenever I sleep he stays beside me.

He doesn't feel tired.

When I wake up his presence gone.

It's only a dream.

But, everything seems real.

His touch, his voice, his warmth.

I always asked.

Who's he? Why did he come to my dreams? Did he know me?

He never answers.

Everything feels like a recorded tape.

I'm always alone.

No one visits me.

Am I dead?

Are those things only dreams?

Dreams who dream?

Silly.

I don't know anything.

I'm sick.

That's all I know.

Weird illness.

An illness that makes me stays in the hospital.

Am I crazy?

But this isn't a hospital for that.

Did someone thrown me away?

Maybe.

I don't know when I will go out from this place.

Feels like prison.

Am I criminal?

I guess not.

I want to sleep longer.

Meet him more.

Feels so much peace.

His voice who's calling for me.

'Kui Xian! Kui Xian!'

I don't want to wake up.

Everytime I sleep, he appears...

Greets me with a peck on my cheeks.

Feels weird, since we're both men.

But as the time passed by, I started to like his pecks.

Soft and calm.

Everytime I wake up, the one I wait for is night.

I hope the sun set earlier and lazy to rise.

Letting the moon whose shine isn't bright as the sun stays longer so I can dream more.

Is he really exists?

Or just in my dreams?

I never know.

I'm sick.

That's all I know.

I always hope.

But the sun always rises at the same time.

I never prayed.

I don't even know my religion.

So, who should I mentioned everytime I pray?

This is frustrating.

But I do nothing; except sitting on the hospital bed, looking at the sky, sleep, wake up, and looking at the sky.

That dream's the only thing that stops me from suicide.

Suicide is the first choice for people like me.

And I do.

If it's not because that dream.

I'm dead.

And that will answer one of my questions that asked if I’m dead or alive.

I'm sick.

That's all I know.

I always think like that.

Until that voice I've been waiting every night showed up.

"Kui Xian"

The voice I've been wanted to hear.

"Kui Xian"

I didn't turn around; because I know that voice's from my own mind. I must be dreaming now.

I keep looking at the sky; and looking at the sky.

Searching for his existence.

Still looking at the sky.

"Kui Xian"

The voice keeps calling. And it's getting clearer.

Then finally I feel a pair of hands that have been holding me ever since.

"I'm sorry...”

I didn't hear my name this time.

Just a sorry, but the hands still holding me tight.

I feel my body relaxed on his arms.

His fingers touch my face, I turned.

"Kui Xian."

He says softly.

It’s him.

"Zhou...mi..."

He smiled.

Both of his hands touched my face.

He appears.

"Zhoumi."

"I'm here."

Slowly a smile showed up on my face.

Am I dreaming?

"Zhoumi."

I didn't say anything except that.

I don't even know what that word supposed to mean.

Is that the name of the man who keeps showing up in my dream?

But I don't care.

That's the first word I ever said.

After so many months I've been looking at the sky and dreaming.

My voice that I never heard my own self.

"I'm here."

His soft and amazing words sound extremely clear.

This isn't a dream.

It’s him.

His lips are no more kissing me on the cheeks.

The lips that always smile for me.

Finally meets my own lips.

He found me.

I found him.

 

-THE END-

 

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I hope you guys enjoy this random drabbles. Everytime i write a long story for this, I keep crying so i stopped (lol) but I'll try to write it!

Comments made my day :)