When you dream of something, what do you dream of? Jinyoung had dreams that seemed all too real and they all had one thing in common; a beautiful boy. It would be one thing if the boy was different in each dream but it was always the same boy; black hair, almond eyes and the most amazing, perfect lips. He seemed so familiar but Jinyoung just couldn’t place him, he’d scoured all his old yearbooks, analyzed his coworkers, everything short of illegal methods. He knew he had seen him before, but where? A very short story. Ten pages total.