Chapter 1

“Hello, Zia”

“Hello”

“How have you been?”

“Who are you? Why do I keep seeing you?”

“You will know someday, Maybe”

And as he says that his crushing blue eyes meet mine. And I have never felt this way except for him. The feeling of wanting to keep looking at him as his silky fluffy hair sways in the wind, as his eyes that keep changing colour from blue to ash to chocolate brown. Every time he appears, except for his voice, everything else keeps changing. His husky voice which is ethereal and so soothing that I want to keep liste-

*vibrate*

*vibrate*

*vibrate*

As I open my eyes to switch off my alarm the reminiscence of the dream still lingers in my memory and so I reach for my book of dreams where I keep track of the dreams, not all but some of them, such as the one I just had. There are dreams of places of this particular man that’s been coming to me for 6 years now. Every time it’s a different dream but the same voice telling me that we might meet or just a fragment of his life in which he is either working in an empty room or staring out the window. And every time I wake up with this comfortable feeling that makes me feel at peace and energetic for the day as my head is cleared.

As a smile appear on my lips I get up for another day of work.

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Seoul, South Korea.

*panting*

Again, I saw her in my dreams. In the beginning it was so frustrating, as I was actually watching and talking to a person in a dream. In the beginning I was just watching her from afar like I could see some of the fragments of her childhood. It was so lonely and sad that I just wanted to comfort her and be by her side. And as years went by the dreams became more clear. She became livelier and the blurry vision cleared and I have never seen anyone more lovely than her.

Her eyes, her black wavy hair, her luscious lips, her smile, it was so real that it felt like I could see her, that I could reach out to touch her. The only problem was that I was colourblind, so I could never tell what her colour is or how she looked in the colours she wore or her favorite colour.

And as years went by, 10 to be precise, that I was watching her in my dreams, it was only 6 years ago that she finally looked at me and started talking. Her voice, gods above, her voice was so breath-taking that I could listen to it all day long. It was sweet like a bird chirping but not soft. It was strong and clear, it was polite but I could feel the immaturity in her voice. From her !

I long for her. Oh, I long for her ! But I shouldn’t; because of who I am. I know that she will never be safe with me. I cannot bear to keep her in a cage to protect and I know that she would hate to have her freedom taken from her. So I will watch her in my dreams on the bridge that connects us in our mind, in our unconscious. That is enough for me.

As I was sitting on my bed thinking this, a knock is heard on the door

“Come in” I said

“Good Morning Hyung!” and I dragged my gaze from my thoughts to Jungkook as his energetic voice got me to my senses.

For me, Jungkook is the most trusted friend I have found in this god forsaken place. Along with 5 others; and I love them all.

“We have to go to practice or PD-nim is going to be furious”. Oh right, we are idols, day in and day out we have to practice. Let it be dance, voice or just yoga, we have to work hard. Being an idol is certainly not a joke. But it’s fun, everyday spending with these crack-heads doing stupidity is fun. I am not exactly good at expressing myself, hence it’s nice to have people with me, who understand me.

I get up from my bed and get ready to start my day. Thinking about the new song that we are making.

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