The next night, San goes to bed earlier than usual, hoping to catch Seonghwa awake tonight. He makes sure he's in his nice purple pajamas his grandparents gifted to him from Korea to wear while he's in America.

San wakes up in his dream wonderland to Seonghwa already awake, wearing his usual navy striped silk long-sleeved pajamas.

"You're back to your normal pajamas tonight! Thank goodness, I think I would've had to force myself awake if you were shirtless again," San smiles playfully.

Seonghwa rubs the back of his head, "Haha, yeah, sorry about that last night."

San shakes his head, "I'm just playing, silly, don't be so serious!"

Seonghwa smiles and looks at San, admiring his purple pajamas, "Those look really nice on you. Where did you get them?"

San looks down at his attire and back to Seonghwa, "Really? My grandparents sent them to me as a present since I'm away in America right now. I really miss them..." San's thoughts drift off, thinking about his grandparents.

Back in Korea, San spent a lot of time with his grandparents. He always loved helping them around the house and cooking for them. They basically raised him he was at their house so often.

"You're in America? That sounds so cool, I've always wanted to go. Are you there for schooling?" Seonghwa asks, nervous to continue talking about San's grandparents, not wanting to make him sad.

San lifts his head and shows his bright smile, "Yes! I've come to go to school for a month over here. I know it's a short time, but my parents and I thought it would be a nice experience for me. They tell me I have really good English pronunciation."

"Oh yeah? Let me hear," Seonghwa smiles, resting his chin on his hands.

San's cheeks heat up a bit, feeling embarrassed speaking English in front of Seonghwa, "Hello, my name is San."

Seonghwa's eyes widen, "Wow! That was pretty good! And thank you for saying something common," he smiles, never having expected his pronunciation being so fluent sounding.

San laughs and shakes his head, "No, no- it's really not that good, haha,"

"Oh stop being modest, it was great!" Seonghwa presses, wanting San to know how amazing he really thinks it is.

San can't help but smile, his heart feeling warm, "Thank you, Seonghwa. That's really kind of you,"

"I speak the truth and nothing but the truth!" Seonghwa says in a silly voice.

San throws a pillow at him playfully, "You're a goofball, you know that?"

Seonghwa makes a pouty face, and throws the pillow off the bed into nonexistence, "Hey, no throwing things!"

San crawls over to the edge of the bed and looks down, "Well, you threw something too," he turns his head to look back and Seonghwa and sticks his tongue out.

Seonghwa shakes his head, closing his eyes and conjures up another pillow, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

San smiles big and crawls back over to him and takes the pillow, hugging it tightly, "You live in Korea, right Seonghwa?" San asks, wanting to clarify.

Seonghwa nods, "I do, I live in Gyeongsang. Where are you from?" Seonghwa asks, becoming more interested in San as they spend more time together.

"Really? I'm from Gyeongsang too! How have we never run into each other when I was back home?" San gets really excited, wondering if the two of them have anything else in common.

Seonghwa's eyes widened, realizing that he is speaking the dialect, "I should've realized before, haha," Seonghwa gives San a big smile, "I'm happy to meet someone from here!"

San nods, unable to contain his excitement, "We will have to meet up once I'm back in Korea!"

Seonghwa is a bit uneasy about San's remark, unsure if they really should meet up. How would he introduce him to his friends? 'Oh, yeah, I met him in my dreams where we wound up in bed together.' Yeah. That's going to go over well. What would they even say?

Seonghwa decides to slowly nod, "Yeah, sure!" He tries to say with as much excitement as San, but immediately tries getting away from the subject, "You know what setting would be nice right now?" Seonghwa closes his eyes and the scenery turns into a nice park.

San looks around at the park scenery in amazement, "I've always loved the park. My grandparents and I would go on walks in the park about once a week. I always told them how it was good for them to get out of the house."

"Do you miss them?" Seonghwa asks, knowing San must miss his family dearly - being so far away.

San nods and lays back on the bed, "So much..." He stares up at the sky, "They want me to have as many experiences as I can and live my life to the fullest, but I just want to be there with them to make sure they're doing alright."

Seonghwa hesitantly lays back with San, hoping to comfort him by being there, "Just because you're not there all the time doesn't mean they're not alright. I'm sure it will make them incredibly happy knowing you're living a good life. They just want you to have no regrets in life, it seems. It's not good to have regrets, you can't let the past control you," Seonghwa gets a bit off-topic towards the end, perhaps trying to remind himself of what he said as well.

San looks over at Seonghwa and smiles warmly, "Thank you for talking with me about this, Seonghwa. You're right though, especially with people - you can't let their past actions control you," San replies, hoping to ease whatever Seonghwa was feeling.

Seonghwa makes a noise in agreement, thinking of his own past. After a moment, he turns his head on the pillow to see San's smiling face looking back at him. Seeing that smile makes his heart begin to flutter, causing him to smile back at him, "I'm glad we met. You're a really wonderful person, San."

San gets goosebumps as Seonghwa says those words to him, it makes him feel a bit emotional. San tries to be the best person he can be everyday. He loves to bring joy into other people's lives.

"I'm so glad we met too..." San says, his voice fading out as he disappears.

San wakes up to his roommate's alarm going off, remembering that he had to get up really early for an exam. San stares up at the ceiling, thinking of Seonghwa. His beautiful brown eyes and dark hair, the way he brings San up. Seonghwa makes San feel happy. His heart pounds as he imagines them laying back and looking at each other, feeling tingling through his body.

One night, a week after, San is unable to go to bed early as he has been doing in order to spend time with Seonghwa. He had to say up late finishing a project for school that was due the next morning.

When Seonghwa went to bed that night, and he waited a while for San to wake up. He lies in the bed, his body turned towards San's sleeping one which is also facing him. Seonghwa smiles as he looks at San's sleeping face, thinking about how peaceful he looks like this.

Seonghwa wonders if San had to do something tonight and that's why he's not here. Seonghwa wonders if San is thinking about him. Wait- why is he thinking about that?

Seonghwa admires San, silence filling the dream other than his heavy beating heart. San is such a wonderful person, Seonghwa thinks to himself, feeling warmth in his heart.

Seonghwa notes how soft San's skin looks, feeling a want to touch it. What the heck? Why is Seonghwa thinking about that right now? But he can't help it, he slowly lifts his hand, moving it towards San's smooth-looking cheek. Seonghwa pauses in the air for a moment. He won't wake up, right? No, he couldn't possibly wake up now... It's been too long, if he was going to wake he would've a while ago.

Seonghwa feels a bit of shame, but he can't get it off his mind. He gently caresses San's cheek, feeling how warm he feels and how soft. Suddenly, San disappears as his hand caresses San, and soon after Seonghwa wakes up in his real-life bed.

What just happened? Did he disappear? Was he awake the whole time? Seonghwa's head is flooded with confusing thoughts. Seonghwa's heart-pounding continued into the real world and he gently touches his own chest where his heart is. Why does San make him feel so nervous? Seonghwa's heart only beats like this when he's feeling like that...

Seonghwa silently prays that San wasn't actually awake and felt him do that. The whole rest of the day, Seonghwa feels guilty. If San was awake, he must think he's such a weirdo... A man shouldn't touch another man in that way, Seonghwa thinks to himself. Seonghwa begins to worry about his underlying feelings for San. What would his friends think? What would his family think? Korea is quite a conservative country... These feelings Seonghwa is having isn't widely accepted there.

What is he going to do...?

End of Chapter Two