Mission Wall-E || Jakehoon

Seven: All Alone

Three pairs of feet stayed firm on longboards as the three boys rolled down a small hill. The sky around them purply and slowly turning dark as they made their way to the house they'd be sleeping over.

One boy, Jake, in particular, had a small smile filled with calmness as he wiggled his fingers against the light wind brushing past him, he felt incredible.

The night before he had a dream, a dream that both saddened him but made him weirdly and surprisingly hopeful for the future. And it was making him feel oddly content.

It had started with him sitting in a building that looked royal, painted in golds and reds. He was staring down at his hands that were scared and rough, they were dainty and too small to be a male and they were holding a bunched-up sponge that he was using to scrub the gold ground lined with many different patterns and swirls.

Obviously, he didn't realize it was a dream at first. It felt like his life so he didn't question it, not until he heard rushed footsteps echoing down the red hallway. They belonged to a boy in his late teens with a dirt smudge against his forehead and a small tray of food in hand. He then tripped over his own feet and the plate clattered against the ground in front of his wet hands, fancy china bowls and rice shattering all around him.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

Jake dropped his sponge and smiled kindly, then spoke with a voice that made him realize he definitely was in a dream. It was high, feminine, soft, and gentle. He recognized it but didn't at the same time.

"It's okay, let me help."

"No, no! Let me do it, I'm the one-"

Jake shook his head with a laugh and gently picked up a few pieces of broken china, hand meeting the boy's making them stare at each other before blushing and avoiding each other's eyes.

When Jake awoke from his dream he didn't remember what else had happened after the bowl broke, but tears were streaming down his face, pillow wet and soaked with the feeling of needing to finish something. He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and stomped on (a feeling he was way too familiar with for his liking), but at the same time, he felt like it would all be okay somehow, that everything was fine.

He asked Heeseung about it. Who specialized in dream interpretations, he said it was most likely just a past life dream of some sort, but it didn't quite satisfy his need for answers. It did make sense, the boy he met in it had been wearing an outfit that didn't fit in the current period and the building looked way too ancient and fancy. But still. Something felt weird.

He was a little confused yes, but he felt at peace now. Like he had finally visited home. He felt connected with everything around him. He just felt calm.

"What's up with you?"

"What?"

Jake looked at Jay in confusion as he pushed off the ground to gather speed on his board to catch up to him.

"You seem... spacey."

"Aren't I always?" He smiled, teeth showing and cheeks raising.

"Well yeah. Just more than usual."

He shrugged and took the boy's hand, their arms connected in between their boards on the sidewalk. He always liked holding hands, no matter who it was. And yeah Jay was right, he was quite spacey. Not his fault though, he just likes daydreaming. He found fantasy stories and art better than boring old earth on most days. Yes, the earth was beautiful, the most beautiful thing ever actually, but the people and things that gather on it make it sad to look at. And yes, he was practical in his plannings and decision makings, but in every other area, he was messy and scattered all over the place. Which he was actually okay with. Life was more fun that way.