KANE and I settled for the nearest coffee shop called BitterSweet. It's a good thing that it was just a couple of blocks away, it really saved me from that silent night stroll.

 I ordered one macchiato and one americano. Kane really didn't know what to order so I just picked americano for him.

 There were only a few customers in the cafe, what would I expect? It's already close to midnight.

 "So, um..." I cleared my throat. "I really thought that you won't show up. Why didn't you go inside the gallery?" I started.

 He sat the chair opposite to me, both of his hands on his coat pocket.

 "When I arrived it's already closed." He simply said.

 "And you waited there?"

 "Yeah," He said.

 "Damn, you should have just called me-" Shoot, I don't have his number. But it's kinda, again, weird for me to be asking his number. Firstly, he is a guy and we just met. And second, the settings, this place is mostly where a 'potential couple' ask for their numbers. Coffee shops.

 Looking back, why did I say coffee?

 "Oh, yeah. Why did you invite me anyway? You got something to tell me?" I asked instead.

 He looked at the coffee in front of him in narrowing eyes, as if he was thinking if he should open his mouth. It seems something hard to say so I will wait for him to talk.

 Then, at last, he let out a sigh, almost like he was defeated.

 Still staring at the coffee, he said, "I had this reoccurring dream, I don't really remember most of it."

 There was a slight skip inside my chest. This was the topic I wanted to talk about with him but I don't want to because I thought he might think of me as a crazy person.

 "Every time I was in a dark room, in that room I started to think of things."

 "What things?" I asked.

 Now he looked at me and just like the stares he has been giving me, deep and it almost feels like it is searching me.

 "Jace," When he said that name, I almost jumped. Now we're on a first-name basis, not that it matters. "Do you dream of the same thing?"

 "I-I don't know..." I said. I mean, I am not sure if we have the same dreams.

 Kane tilted his head slightly, "You don't think it's weird?"

 "Weird?"

 "Me asking you out and asking you if you dream of the same thing."

 I shake my head in response, "Why would I think that?"

 "Then it must be because you dream of it too."

 I didn't say a word. In fact, he is right, if I was just a normal person who didn't share the same dream as he might be creeped out at what he said.

 He sighed that made me look at him once again. It must be because I didn't talk for a very long time, he suddenly got up from his chair and looked at me once again.

 "Maybe it was a mistake." He just said then turned away from me, not even touching the coffee I ordered.

 For some reason, I panicked. Just looking at his back, it gives me the feeling as if we're not going to see each other once again if I didn't chase for him. It got me scared for an unknown reason.

 Then without thinking I got up from my chair and almost ran towards where he is. We're at the door when I caught up to him. I grabbed his arm that made him froze.

 And for a moment there I felt like this scene is very familiar. But this time there is something more, there is something like a missing piece finally being found. I just can't point out what is it.

 "I am not sure if it was really you." I started. "In my dreams, there was a man kept showing up, I can't clearly see his face but when I saw you-"

 I stopped talking for a while and breathed.

 And when I checked our surroundings the people inside were looking at us, I must have talked really loud.

 "Come with me," I said and pulled him out of the shop.

 Once we're outside I finally let go of his hand and placed my hand on my pocket.

 "What I'm saying is I want to know about you," I said without looking at him. "If you're okay with that."

 He didn't talk for a while. Still, I waited but when he finally moved, I just felt his scarf wrapped around my nape.

 "Knowing me, I don't know if you could take it." As he fixed the scarf on my neck I can feel his warm hands brushing through my neck, making me shiver. "When the day comes that I am unable to hide anything from you, it is up to you to do anything you want."

 My forehead creased at what he said, "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering he just raised his hand hailing a cab for me.

 "Go home for now." He just said.

 Then I just noticed that he kept looking behind my back. I tried to look as well but when I tried he just pulled the scarf on my neck and made me look at him.

 "Tomorrow, I will come back for this scarf..."

 I blinked my eyes, "Is this some kind of assurance?"

 "Yeah...because I want to see you again."

 I felt a thump inside my chest, my heart drumming in a mysterious melody that I haven't heard before. It must be the caffeine, I thought but I remembered I didn't even take a sip of that coffee.

 "Go now." He suddenly said and pulled me by my hand and let me inside the cab.

 "See you," I said.

 He seemed taken aback with what I said, "Yeah, see you."

 And then he shut the door. I told the cab the address. As the engine started, I looked at the rearview mirror to see that he wasn't there anymore. I touched the soft fabric hanging on my neck. His scent was in it.

 Just like his hands, his scarf is warm.

 I gasped when I suddenly thought of something. I must have made a surprised cry because the driver asked if I was okay.

 I am not gay, but why did I suddenly imagine his arms around my neck? Almost like a gay hug from behind.

 I sighed and looked through the window.

 'He's coming tomorrow, right?'

 HE is all over the news now, but they hadn't identified him yet. Though he already has a nickname, "night terror'.

 That nickname made sense, he goes from clubs to another terrorizing and killing every sick gambler.

 He looked at the piles of money on his bed, money really doesn't interest him but he also knew he needs them. He was in his last year in high school and he will need to pay the expenses.

 "Ugh..." He groaned when he felt a pang of pain in his left eye.

 He must have overused his eye again.

 He went to the bathroom and stood in front of the faucet and let the blood drip from his eyes. Just waiting for the pain and waiting for the blood to stop is agonizing.

 Sometimes who would just sit on the bathroom floor and while waiting for the blood to stop.

 "And this is news from *** station. It is rumored that the famous photographer and butterfly enthusiasts Jace Beaufort already came back to the country, and said that he's been seen in the Butterfly Garden."

 From the bathroom, he heard what the newscaster said, he hurried towards where the television is, ignoring the blood dripping down his face.

 "So you're back...," He greeted his teeth, his anger rising once again. "Useless brother."

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In case if you guys still don't know, this webtoon contains multiple couples, I already know their dynamics but I still haven't thought of their names until now. I already have their character designs, I will just have to draw it digitally and post it here.