cirque [choi yeonjun]

eight

your eyes open slowly, wandering around to find yourself in another room, laying on another bed and unlike your fancy room, this one is double in space, darker in every possible way.

was it because of migraine? was i hallucinating?

"good night, sleepyhead." the voice that vibrated in your ear like a drum some moments ago, speaks beside you for you to acknowledge his mysterious presence.

have i lost my memory? something must have happened between us in these four years.

"yeonjun!" before you could arrange suitable words in your mind, the name accidentally slips from your mouth that too in an overly inquisitive way and now you are anxious about it. just one slightest and harmless mistake is enough for you to suffer from horrible possibilities made up in your imaginations, it's not because you crave to be a perfectionist, it's just because you are afraid of perhaps everyone and everything.

with his stares on you that show patience for you, you trail off meekly, "we need to talk..."

"i don't think so." he smirks before closing his eyes to pretend to be fallen asleep and now you are stuck in millions of hesitations. keeping your mind aside, you decide to talk to him no matter what.

"yeonjun."

no response.

"and what if i remember you? you sure we don't need to talk?" now the edge of your lips turns upwards as his eyes widen in astonishment. your breaths hitch and chaos ensues in your mind, panicking inwardly for what you have just said. you weren't even planning to say so, words just slipped like that.

"what- what do you mean?" his voice shakes for the first time assuring you that your lie got him.

much to your disbelief, he looks at you with terrified eyes, eyes that are meant for comfort and peace only.

i mean nothing..remember? i know nothing. how could i say that but wait a second..those absurd words he told me there...what are we?

"do you rememb- do you know me?"

it's enough for you to catch up with his sudden unexpected reaction, you are going to make sure if it was a flashback or just a hallucination.

if nothing happened between us, why are you so tensed now? who exactly are you?

yeonjun tries to get up of the bed but you quickly grab his arm and push him towards you, getting on top of him due to the rush. sadly, your dress isn't cooperating your actions much.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he yells frantically, definitely freaking out but you stop him, "i'm afraid that i know more than that."

i'm afraid i don't even know what i'm speaking. who exactly am i?

in an instant, yeonjun holds your waist, switching the position,"oh? and what do you know? or have you got a tiny bit flashback in the morning?"

yeah, exactly that. flashback! he said flashback!

"nope, it was just my headache. i had a dream about my....love? for you?" you gulp on account of your white lie which you have no idea about.

"don't you dare to lie." he warns you in a deadly deep voice and even though his hands are pinning your wrists too firmly yet his touches are gentle as though he is being careful to not hurt you.

you try you best not to be intimidated by him as your legs fly away to wrap around his abdomen. you've never thought this action will caught him off-guard since his grips on you loosen, inviting you to switch the positions again.

"yeah so it happened when i was sixteen? i was reading a novel, i guess." you hide all of your emptiness, and bring your face closer to him.

his eyes bore into yours while replying, "okay and?"

"there was this one sentence- i forgot since it was a long time...there was this one word called 'love' and then i had a dream about you..."

the heck am i saying?

"are you fucking kidding me?" yeonjun rolls his eyes, in a blink of eye he's on top of you again.

"pull a stunt like this again and you won't be able to get out of bed anytime soon." he threatens, clearly not buying your words whereas you can feel your face burning furiously.

he chuckles mockingly afterwards get away from you to have a better view of you.

you breath in and out, struggling with your urges.

"i loved it because you were there that day. it's weird how quickly we fell in love while love, itself had been running away from us." you repeat what your heard earlier and study his face.

yeonjun wasn't expecting these words to come from you as you can see how shocked he is right now, the look on his face is a fifty percent confirmation of it being true.

then again it could be the other way, it could be a trap for you so you aren't sure what you are doing but you've nothing to do, anyway.

it's either he fooling you or you fooling him.

a moment of pure silence comes within for him to feel his emotions change, gear and girder his soul for what to come and for you to feel the very own blankness you belong to. his eyes become blurry as a teardrop has made its way already.

you watch him in confusion, maintaining the uncalled silence. never in your imaginations, you guessed him to cry for what you had just said.

he removes his eyes from you and leaves the room as quickly as possible.

"what was that?" you stare at the opened door questionably before standing up on your feet.

you don't waste your time to look around and sneakily get out of this room, hoping that no one is looking at you.

it seems like a narrow hallway.

you continue walking without producing any noise also realizing that you are bare foot. the surrounded lights are blues. on a  second thought, you considered the white designed ceilings as blue walls too. the thin blue curtains on top making it look like whole area is painted in blue. doors after doors ahead of you and you've no clue where they are leading you to.

suddenly someone from behind disrupts your moves, "aaah is that you agma yeowang- no you are no more would-be demon queen though. ain't i right sangmi?

you turn around to see an unfamiliar person standing in front of you with a cocky smile plastered on his face.

he is wearing a black suit, loosened up tie and his hair is pretty much organized. his one of the sharp eyes are glowing orange so you understand he is not a human.

"oh come on, i know you aren't mute." he says, coming towards you with his one hand plunged inside of a pocket of his suit.

"you perhaps have mistaken me as someone else. i'm not sangmi." you reply nicely, trying to get away.

he bursts into laughter before blurting, "you're funny and lost. finally, you are reincarnated after three centuries hahaha congrats. too bad you are just a mortal this time."

(A/n):

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