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[ actually, don't mirror. please dont. ]

10:00:00. His phone doesn't fail to go off, but Junmyeon's eyes flutter open regardless. It's hard to ignore the same primal tug every May when his birthday rolls around. For him at the very least, every May was overcast or damp - a hint of disappointment hangs in the hair and it hasn't been until the past year that Junmyeon realized what was going on. The last two years cleared up a lot for him - this whole transition from Seoul to Marseille was a rough one. He left home so young, he wrapped up his college in a rush and left without warning. If only he could tell his family what was going on but that wasn't an option.

He's laying on the couch for a second longer but then he's on his feet, and off to wash his face. It's the first time that his birthday is spent outside of Korea, in the physical representation of his haunting dreams - Junmyeon had the visions since he was young. The tug pulls at his chest again and Junmyeon's on the move; he doesn't even recall pulling his shoes on as he's out the door.

'10:08:01...' He steps outside, and he feels the beginnings of rain. The overpowering disappointment that should be welling up as it had for so many years doesn't come around. Instead, Junmyeon feels power.

10:21:24, he doesn't even spare his phone a glance as he seats himself in the dried up pool. Even the picturesque Marseille had it's flaws - he trekked through the ruins and the thick woodland, following a path he had memorized without ever having to physically be in France. He's dreamt of it vividly too many times to forget. As he sits, he waits, and surely, the water comes cascading down. Junmyeon isn't scared though - a torrent, a wave, comes at him growing from the moisture on the grass, in the soil, from the trees, and within the air. He closes his eyes to accept his power; a long moment passes and confusion riddles his face as he opens his eyes. All that Junmyeon is left with is the feeling of the rain against his features, no sign of a wave, a comfortable seat in the abandoned pool, but he can breathe. He's done it. He's found his purpose, his element.

[ no need to mirror - all that's important is that last para + feel free to reply in detailed first too ]