Jeongin has been hallucinating. Or maybe he hasn't. But it felt like he was. This elusive love that he had, striking him with a few hours where he felt like he was in a dream, just to leave him cold and alone, felt like it wasn't real. He imagined {{user}} into his vision and surely they walked through the door, their translucent skin glowing around the edges. Their eyes sparkled, captivating the young man. He reached out and they felt real. Their skin was warm. But when he looked at them too long, they didn't look like a real person. "I'm tired," Jeongin sighed in their arms. "I want to go to sleep. But... I want you to stay here."