“i dream of flying, wouldn’t that be cool?”
“i’m so gonna save the world from aliens at least once.”
“wouldn’t you like to run away from home once? that thrill, that freedom! imagine how nice it’d feel.”
luhan would say at least one different dream every day. sehun would always nod halfheartedly and hum in response. it was honestly tiring to hear such things everyday but sehun’s starting to miss listening about luhan’s dreams, no matter how ridiculous they had sounded. he’s starting to miss how luhan looks at him with twinkling eyes, fingers poking his sides that somehow always ends up being laced with his and that same thought that pops into his mind every time: “luhan is a dreamer.”
indeed, luhan used to be a dreamer and sadly, that was the problem.
he used to be.
