I walk towards the bed and lie down while putting the covers over myself. Being in such a warm and, right now, safe place, makes me drift away towards the dream land.

I have a dream about him again.

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I had a dream about him again.

Normally the dreams about him will turn into nightmares, about how he left me. He would say things that would make my heart stop, things he would never say, but it was my imagination that said he could say things like that.

But this time... It was a beautiful and peaceful dream and to my surprise we were both happy.

*THE DREAM*

We were on a grass field before a house I didn't really recognize. As I looked around I just noticed that I wasn't alone with him. There were other people too and it seemed that they knew both him and me. They were surrounding us with their laughing faces. They were all happy.

One walked towards me, took my hand and ran away with me from the others. But they ran after us.

When I wasn't looking at where I was stepping, I tripped and before the boy could catch me, I was already on top of him.

I was now laying on top of him and I could hear a faint sound of his laughter. I also heard that the others calling my name in the background.

I couldn't see any of their faces, the image was blurry - As always - and then everything began to fade away.

*END OF THE DREAM*

I woke up, but this time I wasn't sweaty and out of breath, I woke up in peace.

I slowly opened my eyes only to close them again because of the brightness that filled 'my' room. I blinked a few times to adjust to the light and then I looked around in the room, everything was the same as it was yesterday.

I closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep again, but I just couldn't. I took my phone that was now fully charged off the bedside table and looked at what time it is. It was almost nine. How could I possibly wake up this early?

Not feeling like sleeping again, I sat up and threw my legs off the bed, rubbing my eyes to get the sleep away. I stood up and walked towards my backpack that was leaning against the closet.

I didn't take any comfortable nor warm clothes with me, thus I just kept the clothes on that he gave me. I took out my bathroom supplies. I didn't take any make up with me either, because I barely use it.

I looked around the room to see if I forgot something. When I was sure I got everything, I slowly walked towards the door and pressed my ear to it to hear if someone was walking by or at least awake, but I didn't hear anyone. So I slowly opened the door to look outside, no trace to be found of the people who apparently live here.

I stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I quickly looked around to be sure there's no one and walked into the bathroom - to my luck - it was free.

After doing everything that had to be done, I walked out of the bathroom a bit carelessly.

I've put all of my stuff back into my backpack and went downstairs, quickly scanning around if there was someone downstairs - again - to my luck there was no one.

I walked towards the kitchen that the wolf showed me the other day. I looked into the fridge, there was almost nothing in it. 'What do they even eat?' I thought to myself. I grabbed something that I thought I could use. Placing the stuff on the counter, I thought about what I should make. "Pancakes were his favorite, just as mine..." I mumbled to myself.

"Pancakes it is!" I shouted quietly.

I had the recipe written in my head after making it almost everyday. When I was done with making the pancake mix, someone scared me by yelling. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU IN OUR HOUSE?! ARE YOU A ROBBER?!" I turned around fast to see a tall boy hide behind the wall with only his head visible. Is it possible that an unicorn puked on his head? Because it looked like it, with his multicolored hair.

I slowly walked towards the boy to not scare him, as he looked like he could pee in his pants on the spot. I extended my hand towards him and introduced myself, "Hi, my name is San Mindae."

He scanned me from head to toe and when he was sure I wasn't someone who could be dangerous, he stepped from behind the wall into my vision. I had now a full look of him. He was still in his pajamas, that explained that he probably just woke up.

He slowly placed his hand in mine to shake it. "I'm Bambam." He said shyly. "It's nice to meet you, Bambam!" I said with clear enthusiasm filling my voice and visible on my face. "Uhm... Nice to meet you too, Mindae. But why are you here?" He looked concerned about it. "Oh! That..." I trailed off. "Someone of your pack had helped me out this night. I sort of ran way and hadn't really somewhere to go, so he offered me to stay here," I continued.

Bambam's gaze was one of a curious cat. "Who?"

I thought for a moment. "He didn't tell me his name, but he said that he's the 'Crazy Cursed Magical' one in your pack," I said recalling his words. Bambam looked surprised by my answer. "Hmm, really?" He said with a smile creeping up his face and walking towards the big counter that was also used as a dinner table. "He may be cursed and magical, but he's for hundred percent not crazy," He giggled to himself. "He's the calmest one of our pack."

He looked me in the eyes. "So what are you doing?" I looked at him like he said something weird, but I immediately shook it off. "Because your friend has let me stay here, as a thank you, I'm making pancakes for you all." I turned towards him with a pancake on a plate. "Do you want?" By hearing that question he immediately reacted with a yes and took the plate from me.

He was probably really hungry because he immediately dug into the food. The pancake was gone in not even half a minute. "How is it-" "It's so good." He cut me off with a shout. I giggled at his cute behavior. "Good! Do you want more?" I asked. "Yes, Please!" He replied quickly throwing his hand in the air and letting them fall on the counter with his head.

I laughed at his silliness. I turned around to begin with the next pancake. As I was pouring in the pancake mix, Bambam said "Your pancakes are similar to those of Mark hyung's," I almost dropped the bowl I was holding at his comment. "Oh... Really?" I asked, trying not to show that I was surprised. Bambam nodded "Yeah, only yours are better. Hyung doesn't like to eat pancakes sweet, he always does something salty in it... He's weird," Bambam chuckled. 'Stay calm, Mindae. Stay calm,' I thought a bit panicking. I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts, because I still needed to cook.

The pancake was ready, so I quickly turned around to grab Bambam's plate, not noticing that there was another male standing behind Bambam. I placed the pancake on the plate and turned around again to give Bambam the plate, just then I noticed that another person was present in the kitchen. I looked at him with innocent eyes, that were always present. I gave Bambam his plate, softly smiling at him, he dug into it just like before.

I then turned my gaze back towards the other male that just stands there looking at me a bit curious and probably annoyed, because a stranger is in his house. I walked towards him, him following my every move with his eyes. He looked stern and he had a so called RBF. His eyes were cold, his whole expression was blank, it could not be read. I extended my hand towards him, just as I did with Bambam, with a smile. His facial expression softened and he placed his hand in mine. I already thought he wouldn't say anything, so I introduced myself first. "My name's San Mindae. It's nice to meet you!" He scanned me - just like Bambam did - from head to toe. "I'm Jaebum. May I ask why you are here, Mindae?" He finally spoke up. Just now I noticed the 2 moles that were above his left eye.

Before I could answer him, Bambam had his answer already sorted out. "The peach took her home because she ran away and had nowhere to stay," He said all serious, looking stern into my eyes. I was a bit confused why his gaze was like that. "Can I have some more?" He had his gaze still on me and was now pointing at his plate with a small pout. I shot out of my confusion and walked towards the bowl with the stuff. I poured the mix onto the frying pan and you know what comes after.

This time I was planning to make them all, no more pausing. "Do you want some, Jaebum?" I asked looking at him. "Yeah... sure," He said not so enthusiastic. I took out a plate from the cupboard  - already feeling at home - and put a pancake on it. I then walked towards Jaebum, who now had an expression of curiosity, with the plate and placed it in front of him. He looked for a second at it and turned his gaze towards the 'an unicorn puked on my head' guy sitting beside him. "Bam, how is it?"

I chuckled at his question, he definitely doesn't trust me. "It's good, the taste is similar to Mark hyung's, but they are sweeter than his," He said while chewing on his 'I've lost the count' pancake. "Don't talk with your mouth full. That's gross," Jaebum snapped at him with disgust. He looked back at the pancake again and then at me, who's shooting him a friendly smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, probably not seeing anything anymore. He stood up and walked towards the fridge. He scanned every corner of the fridge. He then found something at the bottom shelf he was looking for. He reached his hand into the fridge, what he pulled out was to my surprise strawberry jam.

"No pancakes without some jams!" He said while being 'so called' proud of himself. Bambam and I bursted into laughter that we both were secretly holding. While laughing, Bambam was still eating, so when he began to laugh, some chewed pancake flew onto the counter. Jaebum's and mine expression changed into disgust. And then into laughter again. "You better clean that," I said while trying to catch my breath. Bambam snapped back at me. "Why do you talk informal to me? You talk formal with Jaebum hyung, but not with me? How do you know? How do you know I'm not big?!" He said, I guess a bit pissed, making Jaebum and me crack up again. Bambam just looked at us as if we were crazy. "What's so funny?" He asked with innocent eyes. Jaebum answered him, "Your Korean..." He couldn't stop laughing.

"Yah! You know I'm not Korean! Stop laughing already!" He sounded annoyed and hurt. "But you should have said older and not big," The black haired guy said, now chuckling. "Okay, okay, guys! Eat before it gets cold, not that I mind cold pancakes," I said mumbling the last part a bit sassy.

Jaebum walked back to the counter where Bambam was cleaning the food he had just spit out. He sat on the barchair and asked Bambam to get him a spoon. "You were just standing, couldn't you get it yourself?" He rolled his eyes. The younger male quickly walked towards me. He picked a spoon from the drawer and just as before he quickly walked back, giving the spoon and a dead glare to Jaebum. While doing that he asked me: "How old are you anyway?"

"I turned 19 yesterday," I answered his question without hesitation. They looked at me shocked by the new information. "You're just 19?! Why did you run away?! It's dangerous out here," Jaebum asked, but I didn't want to answer. "I have my reasons," He looked at me suspicious. "Sorry, but I don't really want to talk about something like that with someone who I barely know..." I looked at him and shot him an apologetic smile. He smiled back at me. "I understand. You don't have to tell if you don't want to, but just so you know, you can always talk to one of us about it." I nodded, understanding.

I was pretty much done with the pancakes and placed the last one on the plate where the rest was. Just when I was done, the other four came down. Their gaze was on me, suspicious and shocked, except one. When I stared at them with my eyebrows a bit lifted and a gentle smile decorating my features, just then Jaebum noticed their presence.

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A/N: I just noticed how much I lacked in writing back then. Anyways, I thought of changing the pov again, but that would be too much.

What do you all think of the mc's name, San Mindae? I'm pretty bad at choosing names, cuz I like unique ones a lot and if you made me choose a name, I would call everything Luca, cuz I just love that name so much.