It starts with a song; one life-changing song like an anvil on a house of cards, bringing the whole thing tumbling down, setting the cogs in motion. It burns cerulean blue, its paper laying lonesome on the piano, but none of the gods see it.

For within the DreamScape, something is very wrong.

It had been just over a month since Jungkook had first dreamt of the Dreamcatcher, and he still wasn't sure what was going on.

Every night without fail, he was dragged to different parts of the city, to wherever the still-unknown man was. And every night without fail, they talked and giggled and bickered until the Dreamscape dragged him back to his own bed.

They always tried, and failed, to share secrets of where they were, who they could be, what they did during the day, what they looked like, what they smelled like, anything, everything, desperately trying to bridge the gap. Nothing worked, for the Dreamscape was designed against such things.

They always parted with promises of tomorrow.

Back in the real world, the BigHit project was charging forward, entire teams now deep in the middle of the creative months. Jungkook's burns had since scabbed over and slowly fallen away, revealing the blue flame-shaped marks underneath. He still had small scabs which could do with a little more time, but he'd kept his whole hand bandaged still. How do you explain distinctly unnatural-looking blue tattoos appearing overnight? Exactly: you don't, and so he walked around with one hand cumbersomely wrapped, and his friends started to wonder.

Verse and Ture busied themselves with tasks they had left alone for too long while being captivated by the growing Dreamscape, leaving Fate as a lone guardian. She watched silently as Jungkook spent most days holed up with Namjoon. They were being visited by every department under the sun and drowning in paperwork, daydreaming of the months where they would get to focus on more fun tasks such as filming.

Amidst the chaos, Lady Han wandered the halls. Ever invisible and eyes wide, she took in the ever-growing Singularity Star's network as it ominously spread throughout the building. Unwilling to cross paths with her again, Mother Fate continued her now lonely watch of the DreamSouls from the Heavens. Deep inside she worried about the destiny strings which had wound themselves around this project, about what it meant for the hundreds of humans involved, but in the starlight she hovered around the DreamSouls protectively, forcing herself to forget.

One night, her brothers visited her again, wanting to look up on how the strange situation was progressing.

"So the DreamSoul can move," Brother Future summed up what Fate had been telling them. "He can speak. The DreamCatcher can hear him. Anything I've missed? Is the universe crumbling apart? Are we all going to die?"

"Oi. Watch it. Don't insult me."

"Sorry Verse... Okay but there's something else. Remember the emotions the souls send to their catchers? The Catcher knew! Normally there are only two outcomes: they think it's their own emotions or they go mad. How the hell did this human figure it out?"

"He's strange?" Verse ventures, unusually unsure.

Fate snorted, unladylike.

The boys were sat on the same bed they had shared every night this week. One of them was flicking through a pack of quiz cards, whilst the other gazed endlessly at him through doe eyes, captivated.

"How long is New Zealand's Ninety Mile Beach?" Taehyung read out.

"What kind of a question is that?!" Jungkook answered, giggle bubbling past his lips.

"A quiz question, genius. So?"

A hum answered him, full of mischief and camaraderie, and Taehyung's chest lifted with fondness and sheer warmth, his shirt stretching over raised skin.

"Oh, I don't know..." the ghost teased him from somewhere to his left. "Off the top of my head? Let's just guess: Ninety miles."

The other boy cheered loudly and lifted his fist towards the ceiling, teasing his companion and grinning when he received a disappointed grunt from the thin air.

"Daeeeng! Wrong, it's fifty-five miles!"

"Are you sure? You just made that up didn't you?!" Jungkook whined, inching closer to the elder.

"No, I don't cheat! Look, it says so right here on the card!"

Jungkook huffed, proven wrong by a piece of paper card. He hated this game.

"This quiz is bollocks..."

"I think it's funny. Your turn Kookie!"

Taehyung flipped over a new card, and without looking at it held it up in Jungkook's general direction, so that the ghost could read the question out to him.

"Okay, okay. Name three definitions for 'kiwi'."

"Wait, what?" Taehyung faltered, earning himself a victorious chuckle from the other side of his raised arm. "That doesn't make sense!"

"Oh, so you give up?"

He scoffed.

"No! I'll just say... a fruit; Shrek's finger, and Hulk's... well... you know. That."

Shocked silence answered, before Jungkook chocked on a wave of hilarity and fell backwards onto the bed.

"This is a children's game!" he shouted back, rolling weightlessly on the soft covers. "They wouldn't include /that/ in the answers you know."

"Well what child would know the length of New Zealand's Ninety Mile Beach?!" Taehyung whined back indignantly, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

And although he couldn't touch or see the ghost in his room, he could have /sworn/ he felt the moment the boy came back to his side.

"Point taken." The younger relented. "A kiwi can be a fruit, a New Zealand native, or a bird."

"Fine. You're next."

Above them, Fate had been left once more by her brothers, which didn't bother her really. They were far too little romantic to entertain her properly, and where they were busy with more world-threatening matters, this could technically be considered part of her job, hence her staying. However, her perfectly manicured eyebrow lifted as she noticed two new arrivals to the scene.

Outside the open window, the night sky stretched in loops and rivers of constellations, and through it peered two sets of unnaturally beautiful eyes. The two pixies sat giggling, weaving necklaces of flowers with their thin, graceful claws, diaphanous wings of pale gold fluttering in the breeze.

"What are you doing?" she spoke out slowly, as she descended ominously from the heavens behind them.

The two creatures froze, their tiny heads turning abominably slow towards the giant hovering at their backs, angry arms crossed over her chest. When their eyes finally landed on her face they squeaked in unison fear.

"My Lady!" the first scrambled to bow in respect, copied closely by the second creature. "We're not up to anything shifty, promise!"

"We promise!" the second one echoed.

"You're nearly always up to something suspicious," Mother Fate retaliated, arms still crossed, lips set in a thin line.

"We're working, we promise!" the more talkative of the two pixies whined, holding up an arm wrapped in flower crowns as some sort of proof, causing Fate's eyebrows to raise itself ever so slightly in question.

"We're collecting the blossoms that are growing here so we can share their good luck! We're Luck Pixies, so that's our job," the second pixie nodded dramatically.

Fate glanced around curiously, looking for the source of their creations but seeing no flowers whatsoever.

"Have you picked them all?" she asked, looking to see if they'd missed any and the pixies gasped at her, seemingly astonished.

"You can't see them, my Lady?" one of them asked, as their hand lifted and plucked an orange chrysanthemum out of thin air.

The goddess simply stared at the picked blossom, eyes filling with wonder at the startling apricot colour. Her arms fell to her side instantly and a respectful look of calm came to grace her arresting features.

"Will you show me?" she asked, and the pixies' wings fluttered under the praise and admiration in her tone.

"Yes my Lady!" they squealed in unison, and they both shot towards the sky, their tiny bodies coming to rest about eighty feet above the flat they had all been peering into.

Fate followed them, and as she reached them slowed to a hover, her eyes gazing over the landscape with an endless love for this world. The two pixies glanced at each other, excited grins winking in the night, before they each grabbed one of the deities' hands.

And she saw.

Rings upon rings of blossoming colours spread out from their epicentre directly below her. From the air it looked like one gigantic rainbow-coloured dahlia had grown through the buildings, every flower within it dancing and winking at the sky like as many petals. Every blossom shone with its own light, shimmering corolla reflecting it dully into the atmosphere.

"What are they?" she whispered, wonderstruck notes tinkled in her voice.

"Luck. They're pure luck. We make wreaths out of them for the humans to wear. They never see them, but it helps!"

The two creatures were beaming proudly now, and Fate couldn't help but smile down at two of Lady Han's lackeys.

"My favourite human always gets to wear one!"

"Yeah and he's not supposed to!" the second pixie countered, waggling it's pretty claw at the other.

"Kim Seokjin deserves the whole world!" the first creature shouted back with its entire chest. "You're just jealous I get to spend so much time with him."

Fate gazed back down at the phenomenon beneath her, tuning out the high-pitched bickering and blinking adoringly at the world sleeping at her feet.

Well, she sighed happily, you could still learn something new even if you were millennia old apparently, what a quaint thought. Back in the room, the boys were messing around as always, and Fate glanced at them one last time before leaving for the night, gliding into the ether and disappearing in a shower of diamonds. The pixies watched in awe as she vanished, and then went back to picking their flowers and weaving magical crowns for their beloved humans, contentedly listening to the two boys mess around as they worked.

Taehyung raised his right hand dramatically to his face, delicately resting two fingers over his cheek.

"Just call me 'V' for victory, baby." he growled sensually.

Jungkook burst into giggles, unable to stop even when 'V' pouted at him. He laughed so hard he rolled off the bed and crashed to the floor, where his hilarity continued to rack him. Although he should have been upset, Taehyung's pout slowly grew to a fond smile as he sat listening to the wonderful sounds.

Suddenly, Jungkook popped back up, realising something.

"Oh hey! I could call you 'V'! I might remember that; it's just a letter! And that would mean that I won't have to think of you as 'the stranger' during the daytime."

Taehyung lifted one perfect, teasing eyebrow.

"You think of me during the day, Kookie?"

Jungkook turned a bright shade of red, forgetting the other couldn't see him as he ducked behind an overturned pillow.

"No..." he lied, and flinched when an arrogant smirk greeted him from across the bed.

"Oh really? What do I have to do to make you think of me then?"

His tone was the most suggestive thing the younger had ever heard addressed to him, and he panicked.

"OH LOOK I'M BEING DRAGGED BACK SEe you tomo...rro...w..." he lied through his teeth, even going as far as covering his mouth with his hand to muffle his voice.

Across the room, a devilish glint twinkled in the eye of its bearer.

Taehyung suddenly sunk down, his back hunching and his hair falling over sad eyes as he gazed out of the window.

"Does nobody love me?" he whispered to himself sadly. "Will he abandon me too? Was Jin right? Is my KookieBear really just a part of my imagination?"

A single pearl of water ran down his cheek, twinkling in the lonely rays of moonlight. From the corner, a distraught cry of shame erupted in the night.

"NOOOO!! I SWEAR I'M HERE! YOU'RE NOT ALONE TAEHYUNGIE-HYUUNG~!"

Jungkook obliviously launched himself at the now grinning troublemaker, his arms going to wrap themselves around the elder's broad shoulders.

He fell right through the other man, causing himself to tumble onto the floor once more.

He groaned upon impact, looking up in surprise. He'd actually forgotten he wasn't corporeal in the dreamscape. Taehyung had become so good at pinpointing where he stood that it made it easy to forget the eldest couldn't even see him. He looked up from the floor, rubbing his arm, before frowning in confusion.

Taehyung was frozen.

Jungkook got up quickly, hopping over to the beautiful man still sat on the corner of the bed, his eyes locked on the horizon outside. The ghost boy waved his hand innocently in front of the other, swearing softly to himself when he realised once more he was still invisible.

"Taetae hyung?" he whispered. "Are you okay?"

Wordlessly, the other nodded his head so minutely it was barely noticeable. From the window, the pixies leaned forward, enraptured.

"Are you sure?"

"I just... feel very, very warm. Also cold at the same time, but mainly warm."