𝓗𝓲𝓶 & 𝓘

Chapter 51

So you're the one that is destroying my life." I ended up gazing at the mirror as I inclined toward the bed. A hand folded over me maneuvering me into a warm embrace, while moving circles around my back.

"Do… Can I be happy?"

A murmur was heard.  "I will not judge you, just cry. Let everything out. You don't need to consistently act solid."

Then, at that point, I wound up crying as I clutched him firmly.

I shot my eyes open and wound up in a room, it was Yoongi’s. There he was situated on a seat composing something on his notebook.  I shut my eyes as I attempted to raise that dream again. That is when something hit me, the day I become inebriated. What the heck happened? I should attempt to recollect it in some way or another.

I pulled the cover over my head as I was in the middle of tormenting my synapses.   

“Why didn't they inform me regarding this occurrence? Consider the possibility that it included just the two of us? Should I get some information about it?  Hell no, consider the possibility that I embarrass myself in case it's simply some inept practical dream?”

I peeped at him and found him confronting me now. "Hola!" I grinned at him.

"How was your sleep?"

"Well, it was acceptable until an inquisitive and practical dream jumped out of the blue."

"And what was it?" He asked as I sat upstanding thinking about if I should tell him. Furthermore, I wound up telling him, everything exhaustively, not noticing that he was a part of it.

"That wasn't a dream," I replied as I gazed at him with wide eyes and heard his perspective of the occurrence.

Burrow a grave for me, somebody.

His hand moved towards my face as he put a strand of hair behind my ears. 

"Promise me,  you will not trouble yourself with negative thoughts."

I nodded as I gazed back at his eyes.

"Also, I loved the picture you drew," he murmured back. His gummy smile came on the view which transformed into a smirk partaking in the beet red shade of my cheeks.

"Uhm... I'll get rolling now. You could proceed with whatever you were doing," I  said looking away.

He nodded as I slithered off his bed.

Gradually leaving the room, I chanced upon Namjoon.

"Our sleeping beauty is awake. What about we keep perusing the book you abandoned to refreshen your spirit?"

"Romeo and Juliet? Not this time."

I skipped towards the kitchen and snatched myself a bottle of chilled water.

"What's up, shortie?"

" Just drinking some water, want a sip?"

"I'll go for something different."

I found him holding a bottle of wine.

"You want a sip?" He presented himself with a glass as he looked at me.

"I might want to have one." We both sat on the kitchen counter partaking in the wine.

"For what reason are we both like this ?" He checked out me dumbfounded.