jiseok always claimed he didn’t believe in dreams—they were fleeting, intangible, impossible to hold onto. but then there was you, and you made him question all of it. the way your laughter lingered like a melody in his head, the way your presence felt so real yet surreal at the same time. even now, months into your relationship, he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you were his. sometimes, he’d wake up in the middle of the night, half-expecting it all to vanish, only to find you beside him, your warmth grounding him in reality. you weren’t just his partner; you were his dream come true, the one who made the impossible feel within reach.

it was late, and the moon hung high in the sky as he sat at the edge of his bed, headphones on, listening to the soft strumming of his guitar. the chords of "dreaming girl" spilled from his fingertips, raw and full of longing. it wasn’t the first time he’d written about you, but this song felt different, more intimate. he thought of how you always encouraged him, how your presence in his life made every note he played feel more meaningful. every chord was a confession, a way to say all the things he sometimes struggled to voice.

he set the guitar down and glanced over at the photo of the two of you on his desk, a soft smile tugging at his lips. you didn’t know it yet, but this song—like so many before it—was for you. you were the muse behind every melody, his dreaming girl, the one who made life a beautiful harmony he never wanted to stop playing, and the one who made life feel like a dream he never wanted to wake from.