Once again, all events in this chapter is parallel to Mark's story in the N-CITY SERIES in case you guys are confused at the timeline! This is early on 2019.
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You are the sunrise I'll be your sunset You be my moonlight I'll be your sky
You've always been my home There's nothing like you You just take me to a place Where it's so high
- 92914, KOH
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Or maybe there are two times for everything because the first-time fainting wasn't enough.
I must have thought it was a fever dream. I must have thought that it would disappear because it was too good to be true. The many times I've dreamt of Matthew was right before my eyes and I didn't know that I had knocked out for god knows how long. I felt like I was floating, my head hollow and the moment I opened my eyes, I was greeted by another dose of reality.
The type of reality that dumped hot water on me and made my head turn.
Matthew Lee, looking down on me with concern on his face, the same midnight black hair and high cheekbones that jutted up into a smile. His eyes swirled with confusion and worry when I slowly pushed myself off the couch, not looking away from him.
And then I socked him.
"Oh, damn! Woman!" Matthew yelped, a hand going to grab the nose that was the victim of my aggression. I gasped, bringing my hands up to my eyes. I felt it—I felt his skin underneath mine and with that, I had pounced onto Matthew, the male flailing and knocking onto the floor while I grabbed onto his face.
"Haha, wrestling match," Kyungsoo mused, Matthew allowing me to do whatever I wanted with his face when I pushed him away hastily, still unable to grasp the fact that he was there. I slid away from him, rubbing my eyes and pushing myself to stand up, my knees wobbling.
"You're not real," I stated, Matthew lifting his head ever so slightly to blink at me. He smacked his lips.