A really colourful tent. Not a tent. An almost tent. Posters of messy silhouettes drawn in an amateurish way. A purple light dimly lit. Creating a whimsical vibe.
Two lovers, fingers entwined. Hearts beating in sync. What a lovely scene!
"Greetings, Greetings, young hearts!
It's been ages, since I've seen this kinda love.
What brings you here? Fortune or luck?
Whatever it is, just ask my cards!"
Maya and Jungkook exchanged a glance. Neither of us were into fortune readings.
The woman smirked,
"You may not have faith
But we all are puppets to fate
Tell me young lady, where did you both first met?
Was it here or was it the other realm?"
Their giggles vanished in thin air. A certain seriousness dawning on both tehir eyes. Maya spoke up first,
"How do you know?"
The woman in front of them smiled. Thin lines crunching beside her eyes. A mauve lipstick on her lips. White hair. A ridiculously feathery hat throwing a shade on her grey eyes. A mole on her high cheekbones. Her long nose bridge adding to her wizardly aura.
"How do you know about the dreams?"
Jungkook calmly asked. His nerves bubbling with tension. He thought only some saw dreams and knew about tgem. Like his Hyungs and some fellow idol groups he was in touch with. The NuGus. He never heard anyone else talk about dreams seriously. Except Maya. He thought that it was just the people in his dreams that are chosen.
The psychic, Madame Rosemertha, just laughed,
"What you call dreams, I say is true
After all it led the young lass's feet to you."
Maya exhaled slowly. Regaining control over the situation, she walked towards the psychic. Her hands in Jungkook's, guiding him. She smiled,
"Madame, both of us hanging on a thread
Would you kindly tell us if it's a dream or is it another realm?
It would be a relief to know the truth
And your smile tells that our only help would be from you."
The psychic taken aback by Maya's sudden speech. She smiled at the young lady in front of her,
"I praise your wits, you know what to say
Please seat down, take a place."
Maya leaned towards Jungkook, whispering,
"Kook, if you have to face a lion, be another.
Use the same tricks she does on us, we are together."
Jungkook nodded, making rhymes in english was tough for him. Maya sat there, spine straight a confident smirk on her face. Jungkook's chest swelled up with pride.
Madame Rosemertha chuckled,
"I see you've used my trick on me
Come on tell me what do you want to know about it?"
"What we call a dream and believe is another world
Dear Madame, is it a fact, would you kindly confirm?"
Jungkook's english was so cute. Stamerring in bits, but he finished the rhyme. Maya didn't know where she can store her pride. Rosemertha smiled, playing with her rings,
"When opposites clash one has to give in
The moon and sun don't stay together in the same morning
I've seen peasants, I've seen kings
Dear lovers, it ends where it begins..."
What ends? What begins? Thousand questions bugging inside their heads. A shrill sound pierced through their ears,
"May you find your way, you heard the alarm itself
But beware, finding realms can result death."
The streets were lit with neon lights. Maya fiddled with her fingers, eyes slowly zoning out. Why did the psychic say that? Why did she mean?
"You're still thinking about the psychic too? She was a bit creepy, I know. Even I'm creeped out. She is stuck at the back of my head."
Jungkook was lost. As if his soul was slowly fading. Maya snuggled up in his arms, pecking his cheeks. Her voice low and breathy,
"If you had to choose between one realm, keeping love aside as if it never happened. Which would you choose?"
Jungkook paused. A certain raise in heartbeat. What would he choose? What would he? They are really hanging in between both realms. They see and feel both the realms. But if he had to choose, should he listen to his heart?
Getting pure silence as an answer, Maya spoke on her own behalf,
"If I had to choose, keeping you aside as if you never existed in the first place, I'd choose this realm. I don't have a good reason why. It's just that I've always thought of this as my reality. And I'd rather live a colourful lie, than a gray truth. I don't know why, but here I'm praised and called beautiful. But there? It's all harsh. And if I have to live through it alone, I'll chose this realm. Atleast I'd have people admiring me."
Jungkook listened to her every word distinctively. He always basked herself in her warmth. But today? Today Maya just felt damp and cold. Like a gush of summer rain. He lowered his lips, kissing the top of her head,
"Let's head back to the hotel Sunshine."
"Hey, you seem unusually quiet Maya."
Maya saw Jimin and Taehyung in front of her. Taehyung gave her box smile. His eyes sceunched up and his smile wide.
"Is it because of Jungkook?"
Jimin sat beside her, passing her his famous eye smile. Maya smiled back quickly shaking her head,
"No, Oppa. It's just that jetlag sorta thingy. I'm not used to travelling that much. My parents are super rich and all but I'm still adopted. So i didn't get their traits much. I hated travelling, when all they cared about was where they could go on the next vacation."
"I'm sorry I didn't know that!"
"What? I'm adopted? You don't need to be sorry Oppa. That's my reality. Originally my ethnicity is supposedly South Asian. I don't know from exactly where. But since I was raised in Korea from the very beginning of my life, I have no issues with merging into the crowd. I don't mind it. I'm actually grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Choi for taking me in. They raised me with eveeything as a child. Everything money could buy. So yeah I was raised with enough in my hand."
Taehyung sat on the ground, cheeks cupped in his palms,
"You don't seem rather close with your foster parents, seeing you still call them Mr. and Mrs."
Jimin eyed him, whispering through his teeth,
"Tae, we don't ask her that. She can get hurt."
Maya chuckled, finding both the boys cute. As if they were her real brothers. Seeing Maya laugh, the boys exchanged giggles as well. Jungkook had found his love in a great woman. Taehyung and Jimin saw a dongsaeng in Maya. A dongsaeng they didn't have.
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Euphoria
FanfictionI want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream Maya, it's a strange case, you know? "We-wear something Jeon. You would catch a cold." "Then hold me in your arms. I would be warm that way." "That's because you love me." ...
