Alora(✔)

The lingering chill of dawn still clung to the air, painting the sky in muted hues of violet and gray. Inside his quiet dorm room, Taehyung stirred, his brow furrowed as he wrestled with the lingering tendrils of a dream.
It wasn't just any dream. Lately, they had grown increasingly vivid, each one a fragment of a life that felt both intimately familiar and impossibly distant. He'd wake with a strange ache in his chest, a sense of longing for something he couldn't quite name.
Today's dream had been particularly unsettling. He'd been standing outside a greenhouse, a bouquet of flowers clutched in trembling hands, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and terror. And then, he’d seen him—Cha Gyungho, the man who had effortlessly occupied his thoughts for three long years.
Taehyung blinked, the mundane reality of his dorm room slowly replacing the golden glow of his dreamscape. He stretched, a sigh escaping his lips, but the phantom ache in his heart remained, a persistent whisper of a life he couldn't quite remember, yet couldn't forget.