Yoo Joonghyuk opened his eyes in a now field made of letters. He swivelled around frantically until he saw a man in a white coat with black hair. It was Kim Dokja, the man he had sought for so long.

"...Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk croaked out. His voice was raspy and weak from the tears slowly dribbling down his face.

He reached for the faceless man and hugged him tightly. He his his face in Kim Dokja's shoulder and breathed in his scent. He knew it was a dream but he didn't want to let go.