BLUE ROSES.| CYJ

dreams

Sohee would never fall in love with another idol group again.

But it is in fact, inevitable for a part time employee at the cafe, on a busy street joining the hub of entertainment companies, not to hear about one at work. Not if she had to listen to over a countless tunes through the speaker throughout the day or avoid cup sleeve events organized for the fans every weekend at the cafe. It was almost impossible to not come across an idol singer every week at any cost.

Despite the fact that she could be the happiest fangirl, Sohee just didn't have the right mind to like idols at this phase in her life.

She was in her early twenties already . A second year college student who was in the search for a job to provide her shelter and two meals per day. For her , work was all that she'd live for. Keeping herself busy was the way to overcome her grief and misery.

And it is not the reason why Sohee didn't approve of his contact with her.

Sohee didn't know what to think about Yeonjun.

She adored him as an artist and has at least two copies of his group's albums , multiple journals regarding his promotional schedules to stay updated and always made sure she dedicated some time to adore his performances . Yeonjun knows how big of a fan she was since he began training , of course he expects her to be , after all he would sulk at his best friend if she weren't.

 At least until his debut , he had faith in her that she was the most supportive of his career . When it was time that he chose to be an idol , he was 18 years old standing on the ledge when he was supposed to give his college entrance exam. He was one step away from making the right decision and two steps away from going back to his life as a student . Sohee had no more than one chance to excel her college entrance. She didn't have another choice , it was either do or die for the young girl who once dreamt to become someone dear to stars. It was fine to say that it was her dream to become an astronomer.

Dreams were not subjective of Yeonjun's passion. So many people who prayed that he debuted as an idol, his mother primarily dreamed to see her son perform on stage , his classmates imagined that their kind hearted friend returned with the brightest smile on his face after his final goodbye , Sohee whom Yeonjun was closest to , wished that she died listening to him sing. Becoming an idol was a cobweb of enchanting dreams woven by all the people he loved .

Sohee had grown distinct ever since his debut years . She has only ever been in contact with him as his good friend , who unfortunately calls him once a year on his birthday. It was gradually reduced to one text per year , every year after.

' Happy birthday , my favorite idol. '

For Yeonjun , that was when his new year began .

That's it. Sohee knows that she mustn't cross the line as a fan and dreads thinking about him ever since their last meet.

She hears his voice bloom in the speaker this morning. Sohee pauses as it distracts her from arranging the bills on the counter . A melodious voice tickles her ears as she brushes past the weight that sits upon her shoulder as though Yeonjun stood behind her . She acknowledges him trying his best to perform his vibrato in 20 cm , one of her top five favorite songs . Sohee moves her hand across the counter addressing the customer with their bill , she handles her arm carefully, aware of the star bracelet that jingles when she moves her hand . She bids the customer goodbye with a soft smile on her face .

"Thank you for visiting us " .

Sohee smiles, continuing to trail for his voice in the song , his voice fell like the first rain on earth , delicately nourishing the sprouted freshly green leaves in the spring , as softly as the snow falling , soothing the warm earth after summer . He had a strange accent but his pronunciation was always on point , and when he undertook raps there was an assuring flow floating through the feelings of uncertainty through his lyrics . But still , Yeonjun needed to work on his voice more , yeah .

Sohee chuckles when she feels a pair of arms wrap around her from behind . Her smirk stays lifted as he rests his chin on her shoulder for an inspection , he locks his arms together from escaping . Sohee would always spend her evenings with Yeonjun or take a walk outside in the park gazing at the dynamic sky .

"What did you say ?", Yeonjun interrogates meticulously, turning his mean eyebrows towards her . It makes her burst into a laugh as she falls back in his embrace .

" I still need to work on my voice more , Kang Sohee ?" .

He laughs at her baffled , " Ya. Why don't you teach me how to sing , Ms . Prodigy ?.." .

" Why? Why are you so silent now ? say something..." .

Silence .

Sohee shrieks when the spark of reality hits her . She covers her mouth frantically searching for a presence she longed for everyday . Sohee slips on the counter unable to balance herself breathing heavily condemning the horror of being paranoid. A bound pulse circulates through her body. The cafe reverberates in silence as she gathers her heart to step back in the counter , alone , wishing that she had never met him in the first place to feel this way .

Silence .

Silence was uncomfortable for Sohee , yet she believed the more she spends time alone , the more it heals her .

Silence always broke the loudest.

She freezes in her spot when she turns back towards the counter by the door. The cafe's door is pushed open and the bell above the door chimes welcoming his presence.

" Hi.." , he breaks into a smile.

Yeonjun.

He was there.

Sohee gulps, staring at him eyes wide open . This is an illusion again, right?

His cheeks lift up to embody his smile, jet black hair partitioned to expose his forehead , a brown leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans . He walks inside surprised upon glancing at her. It was her childhood best friend , idol Choi Yeonjun who stood across the counter. 

This can't be real .

This has to be my imagination.

" Kang Sohee , do you remember me ?".

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a/n : saw pink cirrus clouds two days in a row , perhaps she is impatient as well.