The Korean affair

Twenty Eight

Daniel Jones rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't want to bark up the wrong tree here, Sam, but have you informed Dad about this little soulmate fact?" I closed my eyes at the memory. How Namjoon rushed out when he saw who my father was. All of the things that I have told our father and how he threatened me. It might be better not to mention any of those details. I shook my head in response. "Samantha Bridget Jones!" He bellowed my name, which almost made me jump out of my skin. "You should have said something. It's a long shot, but maybe he could change his opinion about them if only he knew." I signed in defeat, feeling how my heart breaks beneath my ribcage. For the first time since Priscilla sat down beside me, she spoke up: "Not everybody finds their soulmates, Sam. It's a miracle that you even found yours at the age your at." I know that she's not saying it to make me feel worse, neither is Daniel. Their just trying to help me. I miss him so much, it's physically impossible to relax. I want to feel his hands against my skin. His lips against mine. I want to hear him speak my name. Smell his fragrance. Feel safe in his awareness. I love how we can talk about absolutely anything in random. I miss him so, so much, words can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling. After a long silent moment, my brother informed us that he'll order in.

He parked the rental car in their double garage and put my luggage in the spare room, in which I'll be staying for the next few weeks. After some pizza and beer (which I drowned myself in, with the hopes that it would take away the sorrow). I had myself a long relaxing shower before climbing into bed. I were swollen up by a dreamless night. Some time passed before illusions started to form.

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"Namjoon, please wait? Let me explain," I exclaimed as I ran out of my apartment and came to a halt in the middle of an open field. His towering figure stands merely inches away. Close but not in reach. "Namjoon, please?" I begged him as tears stained my cheeks. "I don't associate myself with people of your kind," his statement came through harshly. I shook my head in disbelief. Tears falls uncontrollably. "Please, don't say that?" I pleated him. I tried to move forward but I can't. My legs are stuck. I can't seem to move. "You're just like your father," he spat disgustedly at me. My heart shattered into oblivion. "W- What do y- you mean?" I stuttered, completely cloaked up from the tears. He raised an eyebrow at my question as if it's obvious. "Look around you," he motioned with a hand; for me to take notice of my surroundings. Millions of bodies laid scattered around me, feeding the earth with their blood and guts. Men, women and children bloody or burned to a crisp. Blood gooey and sticky, drips from my smeared hands. An uncanny void struck my being. Panic caught up in my throat. "That's my girl," my father's sinister voice came from my side. Filling the atmosphere with his evil laughter.

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I jolted up in my bed. Heart racing. Breath hitching. Cheeks wet with tears. It was just a dream!