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Aliyah's POV:

It's beautiful: I'm walking down an extravagant oak staircase, lined with golden railings. My black open toed heels are clicking ever so slightly forming a soft beat. I can hear soft chuckling at the base of the stairs as I make my way down.

I'm conscious of my black velvety dress rolling up my thighs ever so slightly as I make my way down.

My eyes flutter over to the bottom of the stairs where a figure in a delicious maroon red and black suit stands patiently- a suit that matches my soft dress. His hair is fluffed to perfection, laying gently at the sides of his head. Jungkook is biting his lip ever so slightly, eying my black velvety dress. I don't mind, not one bit.

We are less then an arm's length away from eachother. My eyes are fixated on the endless depths of his deep brown eyes. They promised heat and passion as well as kindness and care.

He's about to reach out for my hand. But I trip. I trip hard. I bang my head on the staircase. Repetitively.

Suddenly I'm screaming to who knows what because my head is throbbing and my beautiful dream got rudely interrupted.

My eyes aren't even open yet and I'm screaming because something is beating my head.

"WHAT THE SHIT!" I struggle to sit up and my eyes focus in on Olivia.

I can feel the comfort of sleep washing away.

"BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I yell. What in the flying fuck is she doing here, smacking me on the head, INTERRUPTING MY AMAZING DREAM?

Olivia backs away slowly, knowing damn well that she stared a war. My best friend looks panicked but I don't really car-

"What are you doing? Why Are you sleeping? We have to go," Olivia urges me.

Oh shit. School.

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