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Logically her mind tells her that she's dreaming; as this has been a recurring dream for a while. There's a certain feeling of hollowness in her chest as she opens her eyes to an infinite darkness illuminated faintly by a full moon hanging low in the horizon. A drizzle of rain begins to fall. She raises her hand and finds it perplexing that she remains dry despite the downpour.
Something is different tonight. It's still unsettling and depressive; like watching a movie from the silver age of cinema. but, there is a charge in the air, an excitement permiating.
She stares down at her feet slowly being submerged in a few inches of water. It's cold and she wonders if she would slowly sink if she remains stationary. She dismisses the thought and begins to walk. She takes tentative steps because navigating in the dark is never easy and being in here somehow makes her feel like she's intruding. Almost as if making a sound would disturb whatever resides in this place, which in hindsight is weird as this is her dream.
She wanders in the dark in what feels like a long time. She spaces out for a while her mind on autopilot as. It takes a moment for her brain to register the glittering stars dancing around her and the smell of peppermint wafting in the air. What's next? a unicorn flying overhead?
Nevertheless, Nayeon stretches her arms wide open and begins twirling slowly appreciating the lights. Out of the corner of her eye, barely visible, she spots a figure standing still, her blue hair standing out amidst the dark. She pauses because this hasn't happened before and she's always apprehensive of strangers. After all nobody really enjoys being murdered even in dreams.
The Blue haired woman has her brows knit together, a confused look mirroring Nayeon's. The girl beckons and gestures with her hands for Nayeon to come closer.
Nayeon sees the stars around her whirl and feels a strong gust of wind behind her almost as if guiding her to the figure ahead. She was curious to who this interloper was and why she was bossing her around and not vice versa; this was her domain for gods sake! She strides purposefully towards her with brows furrowed and fist clenched.
The Blue haired woman notices her expression and guffaws.
Nayeon strides become quicker as she hears the laugh. As she nears, the Interloper's laughter slowly dies down. They stand face to face. Nayeon sees the amused smirk on the girl's face. Normally this would have annoyed her seeing that smug look but right all she can think about is "Fuck, She's attractive."
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Nayeon hears her alarm blaring from her bedside table. She barely remembers blue hair and boisterous laughter. She contemplates for a moment throwing the damned clock to the wall and succumbing to sweet blissful sleep. The universe has other plans however and she finds herself being assaulted by a hyperactive pomeranian. She grabs Kookue setting her down gently on the floor a light reprimand on her lips. She hears a call for breakfast below, feels her stomach growling and any thoughts of the dream is quickly forgotten.
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The first day of class are always a drawl for Nayeon. It's filled with introductions from professors and squealing reunions from friends that have not met in a while. It annoys her mainly because she's not in the same class as her friends today and she, not that she's willing to admit it, misses them. So when the professor dismisses them she's the first one out of the door.
She rushes to the school park. she's late, she knows it. She sees an exasperated Jihyo sitting beneath a tree an open textbook on her lap despite it being the first day of class. As she nears she can't help but chuckle at Jihyo's mutterings about uncivilized brats and their inability to be in time and how she'd rather be slaving her way studying right now.
"So" Nayeon drawls "I'm guessing I'd get a prize seeing as I'm first to arrive" she grins gummy smile on display.
Jihyo looks up eyebrows knit together, eyes out for murder.
"Not if you're 10 minutes late." Jihyo shuts her book for dramatic effect.
Nayeon knows they should stop annoying Jihyo. Knows how stressed Jihyo is with maintaining her grades and taking care of 7 brats certainly isn't helping and if her premature graying is any indicator she'll be a grandma by the time she graduates.
"Right. In my defense, the professor should stop going overtime with unnecessary explanations on rules and regulations. We're not children anymore" Nayeon says exasperatedly, raising both hands in mock surrender.
Jihyo rolls her eyes because despite Nayeon's physical maturity she is still a mentally stunted 15-year-old. "Professor Kim then I presume. You're in a hell of a ride on that one"
"I'd wager it's worth it. Her classes are one of the most popular this semester." Nayeon defensively responds already regretting just randomly choosing whatever her finger landed on when choosing a subject for her prerequisites.
Jihyo just stares disbelievingly at her "Whatever you say"
Nayeon shrugs and plops down next to Jihyo on the bench. Her eyes scanning the park. "Where are the others anyway?
Jihyo lets a long drawn out sigh and Nayeon imagines another gray hair forming on her hair.
"Out Somewhere"
Jihyo replies simply.
Nayeon simply hums allowing a comfortable silence to befall them.
This was not to last however as a moment later Dahyun and Chaeyoung emerge looking like they run through a jungle, a dubberman hot on their heels. Jihyo was pissed, to say the least, and Nayeon simply laughs at them and basks in the familiar warmth at the sight of friends reuniting again.
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A week passes before she dreams again. She sees the moon hanging low, A gentle breeze on her skin and tiny stars appear dancing around her. A smile unconsciously blooms on her face.
The rain is no longer falling now and it's a welcome change from her prior dream. It's a tad less depressing but the scenery is still far too silent and lonely for her liking.
She's prepared now having read about lucid dreaming in her spare time. She closes her eyes, thinks of a song to lighten her frankly lackluster dream. Her brows furrow eyes remaining closed as she concentrates harder when no sound comes blasting out.
She hears an amused chuckle.
"You look constipated what's wrong with your face?"
Nayeon flinches. She opens her eyes directing an annoyed glance at the source of the disturbance. She's shocked to see the blue haired woman again an amused grin plastered on her face. Nayeon releases an irritated huff. Wishing desperately to wipe said grin on the blue haired girl.
"My face is perfectly fine, thank you. What's wrong with your hair?" Nayeon spats out arms crossing challengingly. Because how dare this person criticize her face when it's God's greatest gift to the world.
The interloper is stunned for a moment not expecting that response, and hands her hair suddenly conscious. A beat passes and she hears the person guffaw sees her bent over hands on her stomach. Nayeon feels a sharp tug at her heartstrings which she pointedly ignores.
Blue hair's laughter dies down. "I think it looks good on me, to be frank" She declares confidently, voice low and seductive. She locks eyes with Nayeon, hands running through her hair.
Nayeon is shocked, her mouth agape. because one, she has never met anyone as self-assured and vain as she is and two she can't disagree with her statement despite her prior outburst. There's no denying how attractive the girl is. Nayeon stumps down the thought as quickly as it pops out.
She is definitely not attracted to a figment of her imagination, that is quite possibly a manifestation of her desire born out of her frankly lack of romantic entanglements. It's lame she knows.
Nayeon doesn't notice she'd spaced out until she hears a cough and sees a bashful look on said girl. Gone is the prior bravado. The Girl looks embarrassed at her previous action, her head down feet scraping at the floor a rising blush creeping on her face.
Nayeon finds it hard to wrap her head at the enigma that is before her. One moment confident and self-assured a beat later shy and self-conscious. She'd be doing her self a disfavor if she doesn't find this cute. She ignores the warning signal blaring at her brain at the moment.
The girl looks away from Nayeon. Her hands tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I'm not against public admiration but could you maybe - umm" she says almost inaudibly
Nayeon flinches not realising she's been staring again. If she wasn't so flustered right now she'd probably laugh at herself crushing on a figment of her imagination. God, she really needs a beau because this is screaming desperation.
"What? Can't stand a pretty girl staring at you?" She winks flirtatiously. A grin immediately finds itself on her face having the tables turned and fuck it if this isn't satisfying as hell.
Nayeon doesn't think it was humanly possible for the girl to get any more flustered but she guesses she's wrong seeing the human manifestation of a tomato before her.
She laughs loud and boisterous her voice filling the silence.
"If you're quite done teasing me," The interloper says exasperatedly
Nayeon lets out a final chuckle and wipes her tears with a finger. "For now, Blue"
"Blue?" The girl says perplexed
Nayeon simply points at her hair and the girl nods in acknowledgment.
"Alright then, bunny" Blue retorts a teasing tone lacing every word.
"Bunny?!" Nayeon bristles. It has been quite a while since she heard the nickname. It is a trigger for Nayeon. She was constantly teased for it during her childhood. That is until puberty hit her hard and since then she has never allowed the nickname to be uttered.
Blue simply smiles wide pointing at her teeth. and it is so disarmingly charming that Nayeon finds herself begrudgingly making an exception for her.