How embarrassing.

Jisung Han, a Bringer of Terrors, is to be awaiting someone he knows nothing of. A blind date, schemed by his closest friends who believed him to be far too lonely and dangerously close to becoming a Forgotten. Stripped from the human he was presenting Nightmares for, he fought tooth and nail to avoid being subject to his friends’ plot.

It obviously did not work.

You straggled down the stairs, hiccuping soft apologies to the random mystical beings you bumped into on your way down.

A truly interesting sight to behold.

A Bringer of Dreams, a race of mystic beings who said to be the purest of heart and untouched by the grotesque world, was stumbling into an underground bar drunk, supposedly here for a blind date.

A being of utter grace, wings that rivaled those of white, snowy doves, beauty incomparable… takes a nasty fall down the stairs, pretty face meeting cold floors.

Your small wings twitched in annoyance and pain, a low groan leaving your glossed lips as you contemplated allowing the floor to become your new home after the rough day of weaving Dreams you had. Jisung jolted, unsure of whether or not you were a true Bringer of Dreams if you let yourself be humiliated by a misstep.

He did arise from his seat, reached your perfect body and lifted your hair from your eyes. Jisung couldn’t resist the way his pupils dilated at your beauty, heart shaped Adam’s Apple bobbing as he gulped down his attraction in hopes of helping you more thoroughly. He took your hand gently, pulling you to your dainty feet, cooing silently at the way your small, white wings fluttered.

“I… don’t mean to assume but.. are you my blind date, Dreamer?”