"we're souls of fallen stars breathed into our bodies to live."
"then why are you just existing?"
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he was on fire and she didn't know who she was.
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book two of the dream element series
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"Park Jisung."
The sound of his full name almost made his eyes roll, attention veering towards the girl who walked of the the restroom with her hair just taken out of a towel.
"Baek Seorin." he said in the same tone, making her face scrunch up. Taking a seat next to him on the king sized bed, she placed her hand on top of his.
Her thumb rhythmically moved back and forth on the back of his, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "You know, you sort of suck at showing her that you care." she finally brought up, making him raise an eyebrow.
Jisung laid back into the mattress, closing his eyes shut in distress.
"I don't even know why I care, she's so weird." he mumbled, raising a hand to pull at the strands of his freshly washed hair.
Seorin chuckled, laying next to him. "I think she's great." she hummed, staring into his side profile. Admiring the sharp features his face always held, her heart still fluttered, eyes turning gold at the sight.
"I just don't understand why my mom is having those dreams."
The mood fell into a more serious one, like a constant reminder of what the reality of their situation was. She pursed her lips together in thought, momentarily pausing the motions of her thumb.
Jisung found himself even deeper into his brain, pondering all the possibilities that he thought of too often throughout the day. The sudden sobs heard from his mother's room in the middle of the evening, the cries for an apology— none of it made sense.
Yet it didn't get unusually weird until she rambled on about fire and water nonsense in her sleep.
He was by her side almost every night monitoring her slumber habits, losing sleep over the unexplainable cause behind her seemingly haunting night terrors that she didn't remember the morning after.
It didn't help that Uncle Jin had fled town the week they started getting serious, leaving him to picking up textbooks which, as expected, didn't go anywhere. If there's one thing Park Jisung didn't inherit from one of his parents, aside from the villainous tendencies, it was a mastermind; even being a prodigy didn't guarantee an IQ higher than Einstein.
Frustrated with the dozens of books thrown around his room, he resorted to the one thing that screamed desperation— his father.
Lake Hwansang, his favorite place to study.
What was originally only supposed to be a trip for the Parks and Baeks turned into a field day for their friends. Seorin had insisted it would be a good idea for his birthday weekend, but he only found it harder to approach his father's office with them around.
It remained right next to the entrance, the glass doors still closed, everything untouched since his last visit. Not to mention, it was in the other cabin.
