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Dream.

Hey.


Hm?


What if.


Mm.


What if this is a dream


Mm.


and if, when we wake up, we canโ€™t remember each other


..Woonhak


Huh?


This is a dream.


โ€ฆ.


You saw me and said I was your type,

then came up to me, right? That was a fantasy


What?


This is a dream, Woonhak.

Wake up already.


โ€ฆ


And just like that, I woke from the dream.

In an instant, I could no longer remember anything about the dream.

What? It came out, but I canโ€™t remember the name, I canโ€™t remember the face, itโ€™s like someone cut it out with scissorsโ€ฆ no, who was it that came out?


What I could see in front of me was a white ceiling, IV drips running down my arm. The steady electronic beep of the heart monitor.


..I canโ€™t think of anything about the dream.


Even if I tried to remember, I couldnโ€™t.



I wanted to keep dreaming. I donโ€™t know what kind of dream it was, but




I think it was really happy.









What kind of dream was it?

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