Euphoria

1: 00:00

Another dark night. The wind swooshing through the open window. The warm fall breeze colder than it can be. Her feet slowly touched the ground as her long fingers ran through her messy brown locks. Another stupid nightmare.
She sat on the windowsill. Her figure hidden behind an oversized sweatshirt and safety shorts. She was annoyed. Of everything. Just because of these nightmares.
Evey night since she could remember, she's been having nightmares. The nightmares are totally rubbish, to her belief. Why would such a nasty world even exist in first place? A world dawned upon by darkness and grief. A world where people hate her. Can anyone even believe it? How can someone hate her? THE MAYA, who everyone adores? The perfect girl?
She ruffled her hair, how can someone possibly hate her? So what it's a nightmare? How can someone look into her cat eyes and not fall in love? How can someone pass by her and not compliment her messy locks? There's no way a person cannot not pray to get tanned skin like hers. There's absolutely no way that people don't simp over her thick thighs and her thin waist. Who would even think about hating her after seeing her looks and the way she behaves? Bold, confident, seductive.
Of course it was a baseless nightmare. What's there to be so much stressed about? Well the thing is, the nightmare isn't just for one night. It's a thing she goes through everynight. Specifically, when the clock strikes 12. 00:00.
It was the same thing over and over again. As if viewing her life through another colour spectrum. Gray. Utterly gray.
Her life, in reality, was perfect! She was adored by every one. Her parents gave her every luxury in the whole world. The best thing being, they weren't even her real parents. She was adopted at a really young age by Mr. and Mrs. Choi.
Her figure was praised by everyone. Her thick thighs. Her petite waist. Her tanned skin. Her everything. Girls would die to become like her. That healthy glow she had. The stretch marks. She looked like a goddess.

"Another nightmare? Can you describe it?"
Maya's brown eyes found it's way to the woman in front of her. Sitting calmly, her finger wrapped around the ball point pen. Maya rolled her eyes and sunk on the couch,
"It's the same old dream again. The same things. A world where everything is just so gloomy. Like everything is in place, but it's just... It's just that everything's so sad. Everyone hates me and bullies me there. And I particularly see a boy. He has this doe eyes, bunny teeth and dark hair. He's an idol. I can't remember the group name or his name..."
She was cut off mid sentence by the therapist sighing. Ms. Lee, placed her fluffy cat and ran her fingers through it's soft fur.
"Maya, it's a strange case, you know? I've tried so so much. But I'm of no help. I think it's time, you change therapists. It was lovely meeting you and listening to you Maya."

Lazily, plugging her earphones on Maya's feet moved around Seoul. Colourful and buzzing Seoul. A simple cropped tee and graphic jeans. Hair carelessly hanging till her waist. Wearing a mask, hands tucked into her pockets. Another therapist, gone just like that.
Suddenly a strong arm pulled her away from the road. Maya gasped, feeling how strong his grip actually was.
"Can you please maintain the simple traffic rules? You could've just died!"
She couldn't care less. She looked at him. He was tall and wore a mask. His soft scent hitting her nostrils. Her nails digging through his strong biceps. Her cat eyes gobbling every sight of him. As if it's been glued.
He noticed how close he was to a girl. Mission Abort! He quickly backed away and bowed to her,
"I'm really sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to do so. I actually saw you walking, obnoxious of the cars speeding towards you. I'm just sorry."
"It's okay, sir. Thanks for it. Hope you have a nice day."
Maya bowed back. Korean's were particular about respectful actions. The boy smiled, his smile hiding behind the mask. But that darn nose scrunch. He walked away, careful enough to not bump into her or anyone in genral. Maya just gazed at him walking away.

Her hair up in a bun, wearing an oversized versity t-shirt and some shorts. She sat on the windowsill, stargazing, with a cup of coffee. Her favourite spot in her whole apartment. Yet, she was lost tonight. Not drunk in the beauty of the moon but in thoughts. In thoughts of that stranger.
"He's just a stupid crush! Just get over with it Maya!"
She mentally scolded herself. But there was something about him. That voice. That aura. It was all so familiar. As if she knew him. As if he wasn't just a stranger. She hugged her knee, while the other swung. A dreamy warmth inside her heart.
What was so special about him after all? His muscular figure? His sweet scent? His cutesy nose crunch? His behaviour? The way she sensed the concern in his voice?
Why can't she put together what he looked like? Not even a single detail! What was his hair like? His eyebrows? His eyes? His eyes!
Realization hit Maya. That's why he felt so darn familiar! The same doe eyes! The same doe eyes from the nightmares! The idol...

"Annyeonghaseyo, jeoneun..."
"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my Euphoria."
"Hwanggeum Maknae..."
"Yeah, Yeah Yeah, you are the cause of my Euphoria."

Maya pressed her palms on her head. As if her head was glitching. Distorted songs and voices played inside. Thin beads of sweat adorned on her forehead. She glanced at the clock. Only 10 seconds to 12'o'clock.
She tumbled on the ground. A numbing pain inside her brain.

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