After some time of not hearing any news from Danger whatsoever, another piece of intel flew in regarding the death of Enigma's sniper, Taeyong. The blow was a large one to the boss, D.O. and word went round that he was hunting Taeyong's murderers, Danger. The news made me extremely worried, concern constantly bugging at my mind. I thought of Dream far more than I should've, constantly going to the library to see her. She had changed her number, I suppose, the caller ID no longer existing. After a week, all hopes of seeing her were gone and her face began to fade in my memory. She surprised me, however, sending over a text from a different number and asking to meet at the library again by the end of the week.

"Come to the library. You know which one."

The text was vague, extremely vague. No caller ID, no left by who, no name. Jin had made a quick assumption that it was Dream. After all, he didn't meet or talk to anyone else particularly in a library that would be memorable enough to him. Still, there was that little piece of doubt in his mind as he strolled towards the familiar building, standing tall and shadowed by the evening. Dream hadn't stated what time to meet either, but he had rushed there once he had gotten the text. It was a stupid decision, really, due to the fact that the library was to be closed at this hour of the day. Still, he needed to see her. He so desperately needed to see her.

Approaching the large structure, Jin took one last deep breath before going to the entrance.

It was locked.

Of course.

The man wouldn't give up. The girl he so longed for was nowhere in sight. Rounding the corner, he strutted towards the back of the library, long black coat flowing behind him as he searched for another entrance, eventually finding the small backdoor usually used by the staff. His hand reached for the rusty steel doorknob, heart thumping erratically in his chest, pounding against his rib chest painfully. His fingers finally wrapped around the cold metal object, eyes trained on it. Finally, he twisted it.

It's unlocked.

Stepping inside, Jin came face-to-face with the soothing silence of the familiar setting, books now hidden in the darkness of the falling sun, tables and chairs neatly placed, carpeted floor pristine as usual, atmosphere chilly as the dust flew around him. There was a female figure sitting on a table, a book in her hand, glasses adorning her features, button nose twitching ever so slightly. She was in a cross-legged position, happily enjoying the comfort of the silence around her. Dream. Jin couldn't help the smile appearing on his face.

"Dream," he called out softly, approaching her in large steps impatiently. The girl looked up from her book, grinning in return. She looked a little different, a little worn out and more....innocent with those glasses and a bare face, "Dream, what are you doing here? How have you been?" he asked, finally reaching her. No longer caring, his hands reached out to hers, holding her palms gently, feeling the little creases and folds underneath it. They weren't smooth like an egg's or soft and cushion-y, they were rough from all the work, probably related to the gang.

Dream smiled, squeezing his palms gently, "I've been," she hesitates for a moment, an unreadable expression painting her features, "good."

Jin stiffened at her small action, not sure what to think. The warmth in her palms brought a sort of silent comfort, causing butterflies to rise through his stomach and yet, this wasn't the Dream he knew. She wasn't happy, wasn't bubbly. She was so different from when he first imagined. Everything now seemed to be a lie, a facade held up for so long. There was a whole other side of her he didn't know and yet, he wanted so badly to trust her.

"Dream," he called out softly, gaze never leaving hers, "tell me honestly. Are you-"

"Yes," she answered without any hesitance, the faint smile still dancing upon those adorable pink plush lips, "I am part of Danger."

Somehow, those few words left such a huge impact on the poor policeman standing in front of her. His eyes glazed over, body stiffening at the sudden confession, still unable to believe what she had just said, "Wait," he coughed out, "you're part of danger? That means-"

"I've never lied to you, Jin," the girl whispered, voice so mellow and warm, filled with the rushing of a creek, the soft rustling of fine autumn leaves, "I've always treated you like a friend," she muttered out, eyes shining with truth. She was being genuine with him, truly showing herself, "I know what you did. I know what you told the police at the station. About me. You said I was innocent," her eyes darkened, demeanor changing in barely a second, "and yet you knew I wasn't."

Jin felt his breath hitch, unable to comprehend the situation, "How did you-"

"I have my ways," the girl cut him off, a new confident and mature Dream slowly making her way through the cracks, lips creasing into a little pout, "but tell me," she asked, lifting her chin, "why did you do it?"

The man standing in front of her finally let a tear slip through, rolling down his cheek, releasing the inner despair and longing he had held for so long, "because I love you."

Dream coughed out a laugh, a bitter one. Her eyes drilled holes into him as she stared right at him, slowly letting go of his hands as she leaned forward ever so slightly, "You don't love me, Jin. You were in love with Dream, the girl you met at the library who was bubbly and happy and loving. The one who was caring. Who was just another normal girl. You don't know who I really am, what I've been through and what I've done," she spat out through gritted teeth, nostrils flaring, "I appreciate what you did for me at the station," her voice lowered now, features softening ever so slightly, "but this....friendship between us..was never meant to last."

The girl seemed to be in so much despair, a hidden sadness that Jin could not understand. He stared at her, gaze pleading for her to believe him, to believe that a simple man like him could fall in love with a few glances, a few words. He wanted her to understand that the matters of the heart were difficult to understand and they should not be dismissed so simply and yet as her words sunk in, he began to understand why she felt this way. Indeed, he did not know her at all. Perhaps, as she had said, this was all but a mere infatuation. Yet, he wanted to prove her wrong. He wanted to show that he could love her as she was.

"You said you never lied to me," he said out loud, voice now clear and bright, "then shouldn't that Dream be part of you too?" his voice was tainted with a slight anger now, "you told me about your friends, the boys that were part of Danger. Then shouldn't those be true too? Those boys..you..you all have this side of you that are teenagers. Just teenagers. You said I don't know you well. Then, you're right. I don't. So, why don't you actually tell me?"

A flicker of doubt crossed the girl's face as she scanned his features, trying to read his feelings. After quite a long pause, she deduced that he was to be trusted. Sighing, she finally spoke.

"My real name,

is Jae Eun."

[ identity confirmed ; jae eun ; dream ]

HOHO We are nearing the end soon

- Juverine