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(. after waking from a dream — one that was way too long, he thinks, could have lasted for days — his first instinct is to find byunghun, and so he focuses in on his pretty face; sees him smile and his heart flutters for just a moment.  he doesn’t feel any differently than before, despite the strange dream — ah, whatever.  shaken thoughts drift away easily and jr feels the particles of his skin peel away and disperse as he travels with a snap.  he ends up in some library he’s never seen, right behind byunghun.  it’s kind of nice that he can’t see him — sneak attack !!! a smile, arms slipping around byunghun’s neck from behind and he nuzzles his nose into seafoam green hair. strange enough, he remembers that this is what he wanted to see — once upon a time.  he still thinks byunghun looks better in blonde. ) hey, pretty boy.  (. his eyes are half closed, he feels at peace. byunghun is with him here, he’s with him there; they were meant to be. ) did you dye your hair mint because i wanted to see you in seafoam green? you’re trying to spoil me because you missed my birthday, i know it —.
( / lassitude embraces him during the period between sleep and alertness, it’s attached to him like a second skin, deconstructs awareness as he gazes into the nothing that is the library’s ceiling…what were dreams anyways? a frown creeps onto his face and his shoulders droop, time passing and yet the images are ripe, vibrant, they stick to the lens of his vision like cheap tattoos, but maybe he’s over thinking it and ) — sweet hell! ( / what is this hybrid of a shout and a whisper? the laws of this domain must have hypnotized him long ago, but the tense muscles relax in a matter of rapid milliseconds, exhale slow as he realizes how familiar this all feels, from the arms around him to the voice speaking near his ear – his pulse seems to slow, beating in delicate tiptoes – and he tries to shove the dream away, lock it in a prison with the tangled trepidation and fear ) nice entrance jr, if you’re trying to keep me on my toes that is. ( / it’s forgotten that jr probably shouldn’t be materializing in a corner of xavier’s library, then again, it is a mutant school so – he blinks up at him, tilting his head as a new dread distracts him ) i – birthday? your birthday…oh my god. ( / fuck, goddammit. this is on the list of ‘what not to mess up when trying to establish a romantic relationship, idiot’. how could he miss his birthday of all things – fuck – he looms over the table and rests his forehead on it, defeated, rightfully so ) aside from coloring my hair, will you let me make it up to you? maybe a  – ( / …why is he thinking 'computer'? that’s way too extreme, right? he peeks out from his burrow, hopeful ) …anyways, what would you like? i can’t image you’d want to match my minty hair.
