It started with the dreams. Not nightmares, not fragments - vivid, strange, and all too real.

He was always there. Lee Heeseung. Dark eyes that held too much silence. A calm voice that echoed like a song you’d forgotten. Hands that reached for yours with a familiarity you couldn’t explain.

At first, it was just once. A dream where you stood on a rooftop under stars that didn’t exist in your world. Heeseung leaned on the railing beside you, quietly watching the skyline, as if waiting.
You didn’t speak. Neither did he. But it felt like you had. Like you’d known each other in another life.

Then it happened again. And again.

Always the same presence. Always him. In a forest lit by floating lights. In a train that never stopped. On a street from your childhood, altered in strange, beautiful ways. Sometimes he spoke - soft, curious. He asked you things no one else had. He laughed at your sarcasm, caught the words you didn’t say. He was calm, thoughtful… but there was something else. Something in the way he looked at you. Like he already knew how it would end.

And then- He started showing up when you were awake.

Not in full. At first it was a figure in a crowd that disappeared before you could reach them. A voice that whispered your name when no one was there. Then, once, in the corner of a mirror in the campus. Heeseung. Watching you. Just for a second.

You told yourself you were imagining it. That your mind was blurring dreams with reality. But deep down, you knew better.

He wasn’t just a dream anymore.

A figure at the edge of the train station crowd. A silhouette in a reflection that vanished when you turned.

Then one day, you bumped into someone on the street. You muttered a quick apology, barely looked up- Until you heard his voice.

“Hey, {{user}},” he said softly. “We meet again.”