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the beginning of my dreams

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"You are so fucking hot, baby..." A voice growled against Jeongguk's ear.

But not just any voice. His voice.

A voice that was melodious, vigilant. Cozy, like bundling up beside the fireplace on a cold winter night. With a soft yet heavy comforter, covering from chest to toe. Rugged, like the sharp terrain of an isolated rock desert. Deep, like a C-major chord struck among the initial keys of a grand piano, pushing the air into staggering vibrations.

Jeongguk mewled out in response, his dizzy vision catching a glimpse of those long, pearly strands of platinum-colored hair over glimmering strawberry lips. "W-Why do you... keep showing up in my dreams...?" he gasped in an airy breath, his skin becoming even hotter.

The man above him thrusted into him deeper, hands cupping at his face, and Jeongguk shut his eyes tightly as a trembling whine inevitably left his throat. His hole clenched strongly over the large length moving vigorously inside him, and Jeongguk heard the male above him give a rutted grunt.

With that irresistibly husky voice, the silver haired man replied. "Why, you ask...? You're the one who keeps dreaming of me, baby."

His teeth hooked against Jeongguk's neck; the boy responded by wrapping his legs over the man's waist.

"What's-... M-Mm, w-what's your name?"

Jeongguk suddenly wailed out again while the feeling of fierce pinches alternated between pecks of kisses on his neck. He exhaled a drawn out moan, arms secured over the silver haired man's broad shoulders while he continued pounding into him.

"I don't have one," the man purred against his ear, leaning back only enough to look Jeongguk in the eyes. The boy bit his lip, cheeks flushed a rosy red. Behind those long platinum bangs were piercing snow eyes that penetrated deep into his soul. "Won't you give me one, Jeongguk? You know I can't grant one to myself." He grasped firmly at the boy's waist, eyeing Jeongguk's cute cock that laid erect over his stomach. "It's gotta come from you."

Jeongguk screamed out another moan, toes curling while the man withdrew himself and slammed back inside him in one smooth, yet deliciously rough motion. He could feel his walls squeezing on the girth of the other male's cock, his breaths exasperated. It was all too much. Too much, too much, too much.

And yet, he needed more.

"Well...?" The man whispered, lowering himself back against Jeongguk's lips. "What is it, then?" He gave a short, tender kiss. "Moan it out for me. My name."

Jeongguk felt dizzy. His senses were all too heightened. Too aware, yet unable to process it all. But with the little consciousness he felt he had some control of, he desperately began to think of hanja characters in scattered waves.

How he felt when he dreamt of this man... Well, needless to say the silver haired was gorgeous. Kind. He felt like a dream, and Jeongguk figured that was a dumb thought because this guy really was his dream. Nevertheless, he felt safe. Comfort. At peace in his strong arms.

' 泰 '

What else... Well, Jeongguk felt lucky to have met him. All these years of seeing dreams, of meeting things and creatures and all kinds of people in his dream realm. But this silver haired man... He made him feel prosperous.

' 亨 '

There it was. Now put those characters together, and...

"T-Taehyung..." he moaned, arching his back as he felt the man's tongue begin to swirl over his sensitive nipples. His eyes fluttered open again, feasted on the sight of the male's angel-like appearance. At times, his skin seemed to be glowing. Everything about his features felt rich. Golden.

His eyes widened.

' 金 '

"Kim..." he added in a sharp inhale.

All together: ' 金泰亨 '

Yes, the name suited him well.

"Kim. Tae. Hyung..." The man grunted, his wet lips pressing carefully over Jeongguk's erect bud, causing the boy to shiver under his touch. "I love it, darling."

Jeongguk felt a strong grip on his thighs, and before he knew it the man was furiously ramming in and out of him with no room for mercy. His mouth draped open, drool mindlessly fleeing his lips as he chanted out loud moans.

"Scream it out, baby. My new name."

"T-Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung, a-ah, Taehyung!"

Jeongguk's tip was leaking, eyes rolled to the back of his head, hands reaching anywhere and everywhere for something to hold on to for dear life. He was close. So, so close. The pleasure was building up. Faster, faster, faste—

Beep! Beep! Beep!

His eyes shot open, a small wail sound choking out from his throat. His hand dashed quickly towards his nightstand to shut off the blaring alarm.

"Fuck.." he muttered under his breath, annoyed that his sweet, sweet dream had been interrupted. Reality couldn't have waited until he came all over that gorgeous man before pulling him from his dream realm? Bullshit.

With an annoyed scoff, Jeongguk moved his feet to the side of the bed and got up. He walked ruggedly towards the bathroom, where he proceeded to take his sweet time getting ready for the day.

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Knock. Knock.

"Come in." A slightly raspy voice answered. Jeongguk gently swung the door opened and stepped inside the small office. The white walls seemed as bright as ever, though he was quite used to the sight seeing as, when it came to interior design, the entire facility had a thing for light-colored themes.

"Jeonggukie, good morning. Have a seat, have a seat," the man in the white coat, who was seated behind his desk, greeted him with a dimpled smile while lifting a mug of coffee off the table.

"Mornin' Namjoon-ssi." He nodded in acknowledgement and seated himself in the familiar cushioned seat across from the man.

Kim Namjoon, the most prestigious doctor and scientific researcher of dreams, happened to be appointed to track Jeongguk's progress within the research program. Having heard this initially, Jeongguk had been relieved because, not only is the man a genius but he was quite the eye candy to look at, truth be told.

"Tell me," the doctor began with a clear of his throat. "What's new today?" Namjoon reached inside a desk drawer and pulled out some files, opened a folder and began to flick through papers. "Let's see, let's see... Test subject number-..." The man cracked a grin. "69..."

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes at him. "How long are you gonna laugh at my subject number?"

Namjoon stifled a laugh. "It's just-... It's... Pff, haha..."

"You're so unprofessional."

"Sixty-nine, Jeongguk, it's-.."

"Okay! So my updates are —," he quickly interrupted the man while leaning back on his chair. "I dreamt of that silver haired guy again."

"Ahh.." Namjoon licked a drop of coffee off his lips, "The guy you described to be-.." he put his glasses on and eyed a document in front of him, "...-and I quote, 'a total fuckin' hottie. Like, shit, he the type of absolute hunk you'd imagine would have a massive dong, and then you finally get to fuck him and you internally scream when you find out you were right all along'..." He looked up. "That guy, yes?"

Jeongguk squinted and grinded his teeth in annoyance. "Did you... have to quote everything I said?"

Namjoon blinked innocently. "I am only doing my job, test subject number 69."

"This is so exhausting," Jeongguk murmured while rubbing his temples.

"So!" Namjoon looked up, lowering his glasses. "Did you get to fuck him, or...?"

Jeongguk blushed profusely, eyes settled on a small moss plant at the doctor's desk. "Um-... well..."

"I see," Namjoon began scribbling something, and Jeongguk groaned out.

"I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't have to."

The younger began to mumble things merely out of emotion, somewhat of a mix between embarrassment and frustration, and then he slowed his breathing.

"Okay, uh... Well, I actually also gave him a name. He's Kim Taehyung now."

"That's lovely," Namjoon continued to write without looking up. "He named after anyone?"

The boy shook his head. "No, I just made it up..."

Namjoon nodded, then gave Jeongguk a smile. "It's a nice name. Now, could you give me a physical description again so I can check in with my notes?"

"Ah, um... Yeah. He's got, like, bright silver hair and silver eyes. His hair's a bit longer than mine... bangs are really long. They cover his eyes a lot. Oh—and he's got cute moles on his body. My favorite's the one on the tip of his nose. He also likes making elephant shapes with the two moles on his arm, and..." The boy blushed, looked up and smiled sheepishly. "Anyway he also has amazing tanned skin. It looks like it glows sometimes but maybe that's just 'cause of the dream and all."

There was a brief moment silence, only the sounds of pen scribbling against paper as Namjoon wrote more notes down.

"Hm... Would you mind keeping me updated on any recurring dreams with him in it? Not many of the other subjects have been having anything this consistent but you."

"Ah, yeah, of course. That's what I'm here for." Jeongguk returned the smile. "And can I get going now? It's Taco Tuesday at the caf, I wanna grab all the hard shells before Seokjin gets to them this time."

"Sure thing, Gguk," the doctor chuckled, "Ah! And before I forget, my subject group's having a meeting after lunch to welcome a new tester."

Jeongguk's brow rose. "A newbie? Really?"

"Mhm. Try not to be late."

"No promises."

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With shoes gently touching, Jeongguk waited for the elevator, an oddly aggravated look on his face. There was a ding! sound, and the doors parted to reveal a handsome man on the other side.

Jeongguk's frown increased.

"Jeonggukie~!" The man beamed, a teasing smile on his face while the younger stomped inside the elevator.

"Fucking hell.." he uttered under his breath.

"Hm? Something wrong?" The man wrapped an arm around him, which Jeongguk was quick to shake away.

"Seokjin, hyung... How many times do I have to tell you to leave hard shell tacos for the rest of us!" Jeongguk raised his voice, and the older man laughed softly.

"Hey now, I'm a hungry boy. If you want the hard shells just wake up earlier," Seokjin shrugged, reaching to poke the boy's stomach.

Jeongguk slapped his finger. Seokjin snarled and slapped the other's hand in retaliation.

Then the two broke out into an all out hand slapping war, one that continued until the elevator reached their floor destination. Which was when the two boys finally broke away, cleared their throat and stepped out as if nothing had happened.

Upon walking into the usual group meeting room, Jeongguk and Seokjin took their seat at the long couch, waited about two minutes, then heard the sound of the door swinging open. Two men walked in together, making their way to the couch across from them.

"I can't believe this shit!" One of them shouted as he stomped in, "No hard shells again? This is the third fucking time. The third, I say!"

"Calm down, Yoongi," the other said with an amused smile.

"No way," the mint green haired man scoffed, plopping down on his seat and looking to the two boys across from him. "I need to file a complaint, for fuck's sake."

"No need," Jeongguk spoke up, ignoring the sudden elbow to the spleen by the man beside him. "Your culprit's right here."

The man who had come in with Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, sat down beside the shorter man and laughed loudly.

"No wonder! I should've guessed!" he cackled, and Yoongi's eyes gave a deathly glare.

"Listen, I dunno what to tell you, just go to the caf before they run out of hardies," Seokjin shrugged once again.

"Hardies.." Jeongguk repeated in a mumble, then the door swung open again and in came the familiar orange haired doctor, followed by a much shorter pink haired boy.

"Hello my little test subjects~," Namjoon waltzed in.

"Don't call us that," Yoongi muttered.

The doctor merely ignored him. "I bring to you... your new fellow cutie," he stepped to one side to reveal the pink haired boy for clear view. "Park Jimin!"

The pink haired boy bowed shyly and gave a tiny wave. "Nice to meet you all..."

"Aw."

"He's cute."

"So smol.."

"How'd you get your hair so pink?"

Namjoon forced a smile as he turned to Jimin. "Do ignore them. C'mon, have a seat!"

The doctor led Jimin towards the long sofa and they both sat down in a sort of circle formation around the center table.

"So!" Namjoon clapped. "Now that we're all here, I'd love for you four to introduce yourselves to the newbie. Let's go in order starting from Mr. Test Subject Number 69... pfff!"

Jeongguk's palms formed fists as everyone else (excluding Jimin) burst into loud giggles. "I'll kill you all!"

"That's illegal," Seokjin pointed out.

"Yo, that's true," Yoongi added.

The new boy then spoke up. "Wait, is... Is your number really 69..?" There was a small pause, and the pink haired boy cackled softly.

Jeongguk cracked his neck. "Watch it, punk, I'll add you to my kill roster."

Jimin slapped a hand to cover his mouth, then smiled sheepishly. "S-Sorry. Continue."

"I can't believe this.." Jeongguk groaned before straightening his posture. "Uh, anyway the name's Jeon Jeongguk. I'm 19 years old and... Unlike any of you bitches, I was born able to dream."

Jimin's eyes enlarged. "You were born like that...? Shit, that's amazing."

"I know. You disrespectful jerks should be bowing down to me, not bullying me."

"Where's the fun in that?" Seokjin piped in, then turned to Jimin. "Nice to meet ya, newbie. I'm Kim Seokjin. 26. Like everyone else who's lucky enough to have dreams, I developed the ability during puberty. My first dream was when I was 13, and it was fucking awesome. I was a fire breathing dragon who pooped out donuts. Hm... Then I'd eat them... and shit them out again."

"Sounds boring," Jeongguk yawned, only to get slapped across the arm.

"Anyway.." Hoseok was next. "Moving on. My name's Jung Hoseok, I'm 24 and I got my dream abilities at puberty, too. I don't really wanna say what my first dream was about.."

"He was trying to fuck the genie from Aladdin but got rejected," Yoongi smirked.

"Don't listen to him."

"Don't listen to him saying don't listen to me."

"Can we please move on?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes and sighed. "Uh, well.. I'm Min Yoongi. 25 years young. I was a late bloomer so I had my dream when I was 16. It was just me sleeping in my room, so I got to wake up to me still in bed and all. Really nice shit."

"Never mind, Yoongi's is the most boring," Jeongguk grinned.

"Quiet, you."

"Aaaand finally.... Jimin. Introduce yourself. Please, before I lose my marbles," Namjoon kept a professional smile as he spoke.

The pink haired newbie held in his laugh and nodded. "Um, as you all now know, I'm Park Jimin. I'm 20 years old and.... Like pretty much most of the population, I can't dream. Never had a dream in my life."

The four other test subjects fell silent and gaped at him with jaws dropped.

Namjoon chuckled. "That's right, boys. I finally got the approval to advance my research. My goal with Jimin is to figure out a way to get non-dreamers to have dreams. I hope you can all cooperate and make him feel welcome, and right at home."

"Holy shit.."

"That'll be some revolutionary shit, Joon."

The doctor gave his famous dimpled smile and pulled out a folder stacked with papers. "Now, Mr. Park. If you're really sure you want to spend a year at the facility for Dream testing, go ahead and sign the papers. Remember that on contract you will not be allowed to leave the facility without permission, until you're cleared for your time with us."

Jimin gulped quietly. "Yeah, I... went over all the rules and everything but... We still get money for being test subjects at the end, right?"

"That's right," Namjoon nodded. "Everyone gets 60 million Korean won by the completion of your time with us."

Jimin clasped his hands together and leaned forward, eyes settling over the papers. He hesitated for only a few seconds before grabbing the pen and scribbling his signature at the bottom. He flipped to the last page. "And what's this one on?"

"Ah, well.." Namjoon smiled. "You'll be taking some medically approved pills to test out. It should help induce dreams into the brains of non-dreamers, and well the side effects may include but are not limited to..." He cleared his throat, "fatigue, nausea, headaches, dizziness, blurred vision, stomach pain-..."

The test subjects slowly narrowed their eyes.

"...-diarrhea, heart palpitations, short term insomnia, fever, runny nose, loss of appetite, itchiness, trembling hands, swelling of the face or tongue, temporary memory issues, temporary difficulty with balance and/or motor coordination-..."

"Yo, he's still going..."

"...-rash, high or low libido, susceptibility to temperature changes such as feeling too hot or feeling too cold, sensitivity to light and/or noises-..."

"Uh, so... how long is this list?"

"Shh!"

"-drowsiness, anxiety, nosebleeds, muscle pain, sore throat, dry mouth, heart rate acceleration, light headedness—"

"—Okay! I get it.." Jimin interrupted, and the other four boys let out a sigh of relief. "I know I may as well be risking my life here, it's-... It's alright."

The pink haired lifted the pen once again and finished signing.

"Then, I guess that settles it. Welcome to the Dream Research Lab Facility, Park Jimin," Namjoon reached his hand out while the other four subjects gave him a warm smile.

Jimin was quick to grasp the man's large hands and give them a shake.

"It's good to be here, Doc."

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jeon.jeongguk || dream log
test subject #0069
entry no. 00054

notes ;;

There was a boy. He had silver hair and silver eyes. He's so very handsome. I'd love to see him again.

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