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BEGINNING OF END - ATEEZ DREAM CATCHER AU - CHAPTER TWO: HONGJOONG'S DREAM

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STORY SUMMARY: A group of teenager boys found confort in each other and in the dreams they share, but what they don't know is that a group of girls in a boarding school not far from their city, who hide a powerful secret can change completely their lives, puting not only their dreams in danger, but also the destiny of the world.

FANDOMS: DREAMCATCHER AND ATEEZ

WORD COUNT: 2626

GENRE: FANFIC, SCIFI, FANTASY, MISTERY.

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fiction influenced by Ateez and Dreamcatcher respective lores. I used a lot of references and canon stuff, but also made some changes so both worlds can work together.

NOTES: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, ANY FEEDBACKAS ARE WELCOME.

CHAPTER TWO: HONGJOONG'S DREAM

Hongjoong’s dream wasn’t always the same. Some things changed from time to time. But two things were constant. He was always alone, and he was sleeping, until someone’s steps woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, there was a man, all dressed in black, staring at him under a fedora hat.

Hongjoong never saw the man’s face, because of the mask he wore, and the man never spoke to him, just held a weird golden hourglass in his direction. And even though Hongjoong was afraid of the stranger, he never wanted to try to escape from the man. It was like he was his destiny, and he wasn’t afraid of facing it.

When he woke up, it was like a bomb had just dropped, making him lose his pace, his ears were zunning and he felt kinda lost, not knowing where he was. The night was hot, and he was sweating and panting.

It’s just a dream. He repeated to himself more times than he could count. But the truth was the sometimes, that felt so real, much more like a vision, a deja vu.

Hongjoong looked around, trying to find out where he was, since he wasn’t on his bed in the school dorm. He felt the leather fabric under his hands and knew exactly where he was.

The only light was the weak silver light of the crescent moon coming from a hole in the ceiling of the warehouse. Dammit, he stayed longer than he expected there and ended up falling asleep. He would end up in trouble again at the dorms.

He should have listened to Seonghwa when he told him to go back to the dorms, but he didn’t, and now there was no point in going back, it was already too late. The smart thing to do was to go back to the school early in the morning.

He laid down on the couch again, trying to be comfortable, but the vivid dream was still in his mind. He didn’t remember when the dream started, but it had followed him since he could remember, at least once a month, sometimes more. However, he never told anyone about that weird dream, or the strange man in the fedora hat. And even though he researched allot about dreams, he didn’t find anything helpful about what the dream could mean.

“It was just a dream” he repeated, aloud, letting the sleep crawl over his mind as he was alone in the warehouse.

***

Over San’s bed were both of his school uniforms. He only wore his old uniform for three months, then his parents told him they had to move again, and there was nothing he could do besides packing his this. He stayed for such a short time in the old school, and knowing how thing work, he didn’t even tried to make friends, he knew sooner or later he would move to another place, and leave everything behind, so why make an effort?

He looked at his new student ID and his new uniform, laying beside the old one. His parents had promised they would stay longer this time, that they were not going to have to move to another place for a while, but they had made that promise before, in vain, so hi wasn’t really looking forward to go to his new school, or to meet new people. He had accepted that was his life, being alone and going from city to city in a couple months.

He picked up his new uniform. He needed to get ready for his first day of school, right in the middle of the semester. He went down the stairs when was ready, carrying his school bag in his shoulder. The breakfast was on the table, with a note from his mother.

“Had to go to work earlier than I expected, sorry for not being able to give you a ride on your first day. Eat your breakfast and text me later to tell me how school was.

-I love you, mom.”

He grabbed a toast and a cup of juice. He didn’t care to sit, just finished the food by the sink and headed to school, ready to spend another day being alone and invisible

San loved his parents, but he missed the time he was younger and used to live with his grandparents. When things in his life were more stable, when he had a routine that worked for more than just a few months, when he had friends.

Now however, he had traveled through almost half the country, staying in each place for just a few months because of his parents’ work. He had been in six different schools only in the last two years, and even though he managed to keep his good grades, keeping friends was a lot harder, so he stopped trying at some point.

But there was something about that city that made him optimistic. The city in particular was so small that reminded San of the city where he grew up and lived with his grandparents, which was a good thing. Even though he wasn’t exactly happy about the move, he could at least enjoy the small town air.

*** Yunho set his alarm for much earlier that morning. It was his first day back at school in a few weeks and he wanted to leave the house before meeting his parents. They thought that Yunho wasn’t ready to return to class yet after the accident. Yunho, in turn, couldn’t stand spending so much time at home. He understood that his parents were still emotionally shaken by the loss of his brother, he was too. But staying at home was only making the situation worst.

So he prepared his uniform and material the night before, woke up early in the morning and left before his parents ha woken up, so they couldn't try to convince him not to go. He also texted Hongjoong the night before, asking him if he could stay at his dorm if he arrived at school to early, but he didn’t got any answer, so he texted Seonghwa, who agreed to go to school earlier to help Yunho with all the homework he lost.

He met Seonghwa on the bus, they talked a lot, more about school matters, what made Yunho feel a lot better. Seonghwa and his other friends had visited him while he was out of school because of his brother’s death. They did their best to try make Yunho talk bout his grief, but he wasn't very good at t. His pain was his on, he didn’t want to make his friends carry his weight. So he asked then to talk about other things with him, Hongjoong was specially very good at making Yunho feel comfortable, and Yunho thought part of it was because he was very likely his brother, and having such presence around him made him feel less lonely, but none less guilty.

“Do you want to go to the warehouse after school? We can finish some homework and then play a bit of basketball.” Seonghwa suggested, they were sitting at the library, Yunho was a bit lost in thoughts for a while but Seonghwa’s words brought him back.

“Yes, sure.” Yunho said. “It will be good to reunite with the whole gang.” he said, smiling weakly.

“Good.” Seonghwa said, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “And talking about the gang… Jongho just texted me, him and Woo just arrived.”

“Let’s go meet them” Yunho said, picking up his notebooks.

***

Jongho was by the school gates with his friends from the basketball team, they were ll teasing each other because of the last game, but he wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation. He was waiting for someone.

He was playing with the juice box he brought when he saw her. Han Soojin.She was, as always, focused on her on word, a book in hand, not even paying much attention on the way.

“Hey, Han Soojin.” Jongho said, when she almost past through him without noticing his presence. She looked startled but someone suddenly calling her, but then she sw it was Jongho.

“Hey” she said, smiling politely at him; “Whats up?”

“Just wanted to say hi, and give you this.” He said, handling her the juice box.

“Is it for me?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, its you favorite right?” he said, putting his hands on his pockets nd trying to look cool.

“Yes, but why are you giving me this?”

“I just wanted to thank you for your help.” he explained. the girl had been helping him with the school tasks for the past week. Even though he didn’t needed any help, but Soojin didn’t knew it.

“Oh, thank you, but you didn’t had to.”

“It was nothing.” Jongho said, brushing it off. “Our study session later today is still up?” he asked, trying not to sound to desperate and pathetic.

“Sure,after your practice, on the library?” she said.

“Actually… do you mind if we study at my house? My mother asked me to stay at home and wait for the plumber, we have a problem with the kitchen plumbing. Would that be too much of a problem?”

She hesitated for a few seconds, thinking about it.

“We can study at my front yard.” he said, trying to make her fell more comfortable.

“I just have to ask my mom first.” she said. “So she can pick me up when we finish. I’ll text her and give you an answer by lunch time, but I think it will not be a problem.”

“Cool.” he said, smiling.

“See you at lunch then.” she said, then walk away.

“See ya.” Jongho said.” And thank you for the help again.”

She smiled shyly and walked away, as Jongho stayed, looking at her with a silly expression.

“Choi Jongho” Wooyoung said with a teasing tone. “Look at you, all lovey dovey with the teachers’ favorite.”

“Shut up.” Jongho said, rolling his eyes to his friend who he didn’t even noticed had arrived.

“Did she already found out you don’t need help wit your grade at all?” Wooyoung asked. He knew Jongho was one of the best students at school, he was just using the tutoring thing as an excuse to spent time with Soojin.

“No… We’ll at least she didn’t gave me any signs that she knows.” Jongho commented.

“Maybe she does know and jst doesn’t want to embarrass you because she is too nice.” Wooyoung said.

“Maybe.” Jongho said. But the truth was that he didn’t care about her reasons, he was happy just to spend some time with her.

“You should just confess to her.” Wooyoung said.

“Not until I am sure she likes me too.” Jongho said. “I don’t want to be rejected.”

“Of course she likes you, dumb ass. You are the captain of the basketball team, all the girls have a crush on you.”

“She’s not like the other girls.” Jongho said.

“Bullshit” Wooyoung said. “You are just being a coward.”

“That’s not of your business, okay? Just forge tit, and don’t talk abuot it with the other, or I’ll punch you in the face.

“Okay Mr. Muscles… ” Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go to meet Yunho.”

“Wait… is Yunho back?” Jongho asked, surprised and excited.

“Yes, Seonghwa texted me and told me they are at the library doing late homework, but they are coming to meet me at the courtyard since I was banned from the library.”

Jongho laughed at his friend, who had been banned from the library for speaking too loud, Then they went together to the courtyard to finally meet their friend.

*** Yeosang kept his eyes fixated on the car window, watching as the figures of students and trees they passed by. It was a beautiful morning, it was shame that his father was complaining so early in the morning about how irresponsible and selfish he was.

“Yeosang, are you paying attention?” his father asked, stopping the car by the school gates

He wasn’t paying attention, was too lost on his thoughts while looked through the the window. He spent so much time practicing emptying his mind to not listen to his father complaints that now was hard to actual listen to him.

“I’m sorry.” Yeosang said, quietly,unfasten the seat belt and grabbing his backpack.

“You need to be more attentive.” His father scolded him. “If I receive one more complaint about you not paying attention to classes, I wont let you keep frequenting this stupid clube” His father said. “Do you understand it?”

“Yes, father.” He said and left the car, walking towards the court yard, where he sat alone, finally breathing.

He was so stressed, a stress that only grew at each day. His father was being even more of a control freak since he had found out Yeosang Joined a new club at school, a club he didn’t considered would be helpful to his well calculated and successful future.

Yeosang by his turn just wanted a hobby, he just wanted to do something he had choose, instead of something his parents wanted him to do.

Yeosang was sat minding his own problems when a commotion dragged his attention.

Song Mingi had just bumped at someone. Yeosang didn’t knew the boy, he had never seen him around before, but the boy was smart enough not to talk back at Mingi, probably because he notice how tall he was, and also, because of his threatening look.

So the boy onlu looked down to recolect his books Mingi had made him drop. After Mingi had left, Yeosang helped the boy, since of his books had felt really close to Yeosang.

“Thank you.” The boy said. “What is his problem by the way?”

“You might be new here if you don’t know Song Mingi’s attitude” Yeosang said. “Just stay away from him and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks for the advice.” The boy said. “I am San, by the way.”

“I am Yeosang.”

“Do you happen to know where the literature class is?” San asked, showing Yeosang a sheet of paper with his schedules.

“I do, I can take you there.” Yeosang said, then he hear another commotion.

Most people couldn’t understand how Mingi actually had friends, how he became best friends with Jeong Yunho, the most bright and kind boy in the whole school, was a bigger mystery.

Mingi was quite the opposite of Yunho. He was a loner, a loser. He had a very hostile attitude towards most of the students and teachers. He was the one with bad grades and a bad attitude.

“HEY JEONG YUNHO.” Mingi shouted from the other side of the country yard. All the students seemed to froze at the sound of his deep voice.

Yeosng saw Yunho turn around slowly, a serious expression on his face. The whole place was in complete silence as Yunho grinned and Mingi pointed an accusatory finger to him. All the students seemed to get ready to witness a big fight. That was Song Mingi, the trouble maker. When Song Mingi shouts your name in the middle of the courtyard, it can’t be a good thing.

“Things seem about to get heat.”San commented.

Yunho was a bit taller than Mingi. Maybe he stood a chance. That was what the students who were watching the scene were thinking.

But what happened was way more of a shock. Yunho walked towards THE Song Mingi and hugged him. And Mingi hugged him back, with a big smile on his lips.

“It’s good to have you back.” Mingi said, taping his back.

“Is good to be back.” Yunho said. “I missed you, bro.”

“That was shocking.” San commented.

But that wasn’t new to Yeosang. Most of the students didn't understand the case with Yunho and his other friends, which were a very odd group. How the best student, the art kid, the social butterfly, the jock, the class clown and the loner end up together was a mystery for who was outside of the situation. But the truth was that how they ended up together didn’t matter, what matter, was why, were they together.

And soon, San and Yeosang would discover the reason.

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alisnikola · 4 months

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20th Century Girl

Do you think I have forgotten...about you?

"20th Century Girl" is a nostalgic movie set in a time when the internet was just emerging, and pagers were still in use. The story revolves around Na Bo-Ra, her best friend Kim Yeon Doo, and Yeon Doo's crush, Baek Hyun Jin. Despite Yeon Doo having to leave the country for heart surgery right after meeting her crush, Bo Ra steps in to learn everything about Hyun Jin, maintaining their connection. Bo Ra becomes close to Hyun Jin's friend, Poong Woon Ho, leading to a complex web of friendship and love. The plot takes a twist when Yeon Doo returns from surgery and meets Woon Ho, who turns out to be her crush, initially mistaken by Bo-Ra. This sets the stage for a journey of self-discovery and the complexities of friendship and love.

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I encouraged my mom to watch the movie to gather her thoughts on it. She expressed profound affection, saying it struck a chord within her, something she'll treasure deeply. Her reaction prompted me to realize that she connected with the movie because it echoed her own high school love story, evoking memories of friendship, young love, and the sacrifices made for others' happiness, despite ending in personal heartbreak.

As we grow older, there are moments of looking back at youth with nostalgia, recalling innocent times filled with self-discovery. This sentiment resonates deeply with me, as I, too, have experienced and cherished similar reflections from the past.

I'd suggest this movie to everyone. It's a beautiful movie, a simple yet unexpectedly rich story. I decided to watch it on a whim, needing something just to watch out of boredom not knowing 20th Century Girl would take a part of my heart.

-Siangco, Nicole S.

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