#jibyes

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Based on a scene from my very silly fic: "what happens when the person you like suddenly crash-lands into your dreams? (f*ck around and find out! 😘)" :

Whose dream was this?

Whomever it was, Yeseo did not mind their groove, basking happily in the scene. It was sunny and warm, not too hot nor too humid. A perfectly weathered day, with a vibrant sky that accompanied scattered rows of clouds, the world painted by a beautiful golden hour. Fish even playfully came up to swim around his legs, making Yeseo giggle as he spun around to follow them, dancing in amusement.

‘Pretty.’

Head snapping behind him towards the shore, Yeseo blinked in surprise.

Standing on land was Jibril Diop himself, staring at him blankly as if he had been the one stunned by an unexpected presence, and not the inverse. Since when has Jibril been there? So absorbed into the picturesque scenario, Yeseo had completely forgotten that this was someone else’s dream and not actually one of his occasional vacations after days of papal work, having amused himself for what felt like hours with the pretty little carp in Sérénité’s lake without a care in the world.