100k special, ilyasm💓

takes place during chapter 40, so i guess its a chap 40.5

[ cнapтer ғorтy.ғιve ➛ ѕтarт ]

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It was 4 am.

The parents of the Dreamies had gone for coffee, wanting to let their children grieve alone while they sipped drinks in silence with nothing to say and everything to think.

Chenle was at the park, sitting motionless and staring at the ground but not seeing. A part of him was hoping it was fake, he was just lucid dreaming or the world was playing a joke on him. How could it be true, that within less than a week of Chenle's confession, Jisung was gone? The Chinese boy had only just told Jisung he loved him and asked the younger out. They had only just spent the past few days playing pranks and fucking around and most of all, more than delighted to be with each other.

It was cruel that Jisung had been taken from him just like that. It had to be a joke.

But it wasn't.

Jisung was gone, and Chenle hated himself for it.

The boy sniffed, inhaling the cool summer night's air. He had already spent hours crying, screaming, fighting. Pain and desolation had wracked his body so violently until any more tears, voice, and energy were gone.

All that was left behind was the mere empty shell of a boy. A boy who used to be lively, full of sunshine and fire. And now just had dried tears, a hoarse throat, and exhausted physical state.

Glancing up towards the sky, he saw an endless space of pitch black behind a blanket of glimmering stars. Almost mockingly, the twinkling lights blinked down at him, seeming to say, "Your soulmate's with us now, sucks to suck hoe."

Chenle scoffed and murmured, "We get it, he's gone," as he stared back at the ground.

In a way, he was happy. Happy for Jisung, who had been suffering through a torturous lifestyle and was finally free from that, existing in a better world. Chenle wasn't religious, but he believed, despite the younger's wishes, that Jisung was in heaven now, resting peacefully.

But of course, Chenle was also torn. The orange-haired had meant everything to him, the source of his happiness, life, and spirit. Although Chenle was often credited for being bright and cheerful, that persona was only a result of Jisung keeping him sane and strong. And now, Jisung wasn't even in the same dimension as Chenle.

A car whizzed by in the distance, the engine rumbling and zooming off, lights a fading streak. If one were to strain their ears enough, they'd hear the rustling of leaves as a soothing breeze swept by.

Chenle didn't hear any of that.

For his senses, his thoughts, his very breath stopped when his eyes fell upon a figure.

Standing tall and regal, right in front of him, a translucent, shimmering silhouette.

The Chinese boy thought he was surely seeing things now. He hadn't snorted any questionable substance, but here he was, stoned enough to be hallucinating the weirdest shit.

Chenle opened his mouth and asked hesitantly, "Obama, is that you?"

"I knew you were more whipped for his ass than mine," a voice replied back.

Automatically, Chenle assumed it was coming from the faint silhouette, but he couldn't tell for sure.

The shining, blue-light figure didn't move, only shone twinkling lines that defined clothing, limbs, and a face. Like water's surface, the lines shifted, changing in saturation, opacity, and size. If the Chinese boy squinted hard enough, he could try and see whose face exactly belonged to the silhouette. But the harder he squinted, the more the lines twinkled until it was impossible to tell.

This figure reminded Chenle of the stars. Bright, shining, reflecting a glow, yet twinkling and barely distinguishable.

"Chenle, listen..."

And the boy did, frowning as he stayed seated on the fountain, still trying to make out who the figure was.

"I know it's hard. I know it came out of nowhere, and I know you're confused, angry, and hurt. I'm sorry it happened, and so soon after we were finally happy together..."

The world stopped.

Chenle was unmoving, unseeing.

He could only hear the voice of the silhouette now.

"And I know the Dreamies are as heartbroken as you are. I'm so, so sorry. It's true, I'll never be with you, any of you, physically, ever again. I'm gone, Chenle, there's nothing you or anyone can do about it."

Chenle didn't notice how hard he was biting the inside of his mouth.

Metallic tang came as a surprise on his tongue.

"But please, please don't be sad. Stan Highlight — aha I'm hilarious. Anyway. I might be physically gone, but in essence, I'm not. Life here is so short, so blissful. It can feel so real, so crushing when someone you love has died. But they're still there, and there's nothing to fret too much over. There's more to life than just this earth, there's more than what is or isn't physically here in the now.

"I'm with you, Chenle, forever. You're strong, and you're my sunshine, my true angel, remember? So smile, beautiful."

Chenle couldn't.

"It's hard, but you'll be okay. You'll be happy again.

"I love you. So, so much."

And as the shimmering faded away, Chenle's mind moved to focus on something else. Specific words and phrases, holding a rhythm of sorts and deep meaning under their lyrics. Emitting an angelic feel, ghostly and glistening. 

"I see you even when I close my eyes
I hear you even when I cover my ears
When I think of you
even if you're in a place
where I can't touch you
I can feel you

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Every night, in my dreams
we are connected to each other
We're looking at the same place
without a sound
You enter into me
and I'm being pulled by you

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Will I be able to see you again?
At the end of this long journey?
Want to be together
in the same time
in different places
This distorted fate

· ○ . · . ♫ ⁚ *

When my moon rises
your sun rises as well
under the same sky
In this different time
our hearts are connected
under the same sky

⁕ ‥ · ∗ . ° + ·

You and I
You and I
You and I
Our own secrets
You and I
You and I
You and I

· ✧. · We are like one · . ♬"

Maybe he was pained, struck with intense grief. Maybe he'd stay in such a position for years. Maybe he would indeed smile and be happy again.

How could he not stay so pained, so drowned in grief? He and Jisung weren't in the same place. Not even the same dimension.

But maybe he could smile and be happy again. They still had a bond, a strong connection that could defeat that separation:

Love.

No matter what, they'd always be together.

And Chenle would be happy again.

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[ cнapтer ғorтy.ғιve ➛ end ]

[a/n]: hahahhaha wHaaaaaat totally ain't a play date 2.0

and im sorry if this wasnt what you had expected when you voted for "jisung as a ghost watching over chenle and the dreamies" but this way the chapter can be part of the storyline and not a spinoff

ilysm💓