《 " ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ'ᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ." 》
one year after his debut as an artist, Han Seojun falls for a free-spirited girl; together, the two overcome life's traumas and the idol industry
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#1 in Han Seojun 6/16/2021
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Sunhwa dreamed of a beach rainstorm. She had been sitting in the sand, and the sky was a vibrant shade of orange and pink. It was absolutely gorgeous and so surreal, she wondered if it was really a dream.
But she couldn't move.
Her feet were buried in the sand, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dig them out.
"Watch the horizon, sunshine. You'll be free that weight soon."
An achingly familiar voice spoke from behind her, and the poor girl tried to twist to see the speaker. But the voice didn't match the boy who appeared.
Just like the last time she'd seen him, he wore a matted light blue school blazer. His white undershirt was dirty, his eyes were glazed with exhaustion. His dark hair was shaved so short that you could barely see a difference between his skin and the hair.
Sunhwa went rigid, anxiety clawing at her chest as she struggled to breathe. Her feet were still buried, and the girl frantically dug at the sand once again.
Lee Minha stumbled toward her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Don't touch me, don't touch me." She whispered, his embrace unwanted.
"Wake up, Sunhwa."
"What's wrong with her?"
"This happens every once in a while, I think."
"Somebody wake her up- it'sstarting to worry me. I'm scared."
Sunhwa's head snapped up from her pillow, a bead of sweat falling from her forehead.
She took a shaky breath in, and then a longer one out before she opened her eyes.
Inches away from her face were all four of the younger girls, expressions pooling with worry at the sight of their weakened Unni.
"Get away." She hissed, throwing off the comforter and stepping up as the girls patted.
"That must've been a bad nightmare." Bomi stated the obvious, but her voice trembled with concern.
"It's called trauma." Sunhwa sighed, reaching into her closet and pulling out leggings. She slid them on, shuffling to get them over her butt and tripping out into the group once more.
The nineteen year old threw on a cute workout, baggy tee shirt that was hanging on her door for today.
"About that boy?" Chaesoo spoke up this time, arms crossed over her chest threateningly.
