Written In The Stars (B×B)

Chapter 9

This whole chapter is from Seonho's POV since they met till their interaction in Chapter 8.
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Seonho's POV

Those eyes filled with lively sparks.

The fragrance that was stronger than of flowers.

The warmth of his body felt so tender against him.

The face is ever so ethereal and exquisite.

I have never seen someone this magical and beautiful.

I was just going to university from my home when I saw the weather forecast that said it would rain today. So, hurriedly I took one of the two umbrellas present in my home but forgot to check it as when I opened it, I saw it was useless with all the holes now.

I sighed at my stupidity; nothing could be done now. I can't even go back as it will be a waste of time and I might not be able to catch my bus. Then managing not to get wet, I reached the bus stop but someone told me that the bus to my university would not come today as its tire got punctured.

I had no other choice than to take another bus that would take me to the bus stop on another street from where I would be able to find the bus that would take me to Tayang University. The bus stop is 10 minutes away from here, so it will take time. It's a good thing that I always leave the house earlier so I don't have to face the problem of delay.

After reaching I saw that the bus would come after a few minutes, so I just sat there waiting for it, but then my eyes fell on the recycling shop, I had the defective umbrella with me as well, so I decided to give it there and get some money in return.

I was going to enter but then I noticed my shoelaces were untied so I kept my umbrella at the side and started tying my shoelaces and as I stood up, I saw a guy running towards the bus stop, but his leg stumbled and as he was going to fall-

I acted on instinct and held him in my arms.

I don't know what happened all of a sudden, but the moment I touched him, I felt like a truck full of emotions crashed on me. I felt so overwhelmed that my chest tightened with a tornado of various emotions that I couldn't point out. I could feel sparks and jolts churning my insides. The skin that was in contact with his body felt tingles.

I have never felt like this before. My heart was thudding so loudly with a fluttering feeling of Déjà Vu and the way I felt relieved, emotional, happy, guilty yet sad at the same time. I couldn't understand.

The feeling was otherworldly, it was so much to even be able to explain in words.

Then my eyes laid on his face, and I frowned because it was not possible. How is it even possible?

Over the years, I'd dismissed the recurring dream of a man as nothing more than a figment of my subconscious. The man's face was so ethereal and his smile so contagious. The emotions were too personal to be considered fictional, I wanted to touch him, hold him but he was so far away from my grasp. It felt like I was watching a video recording of the past with a filter of nostalgia but in actuality, I have never even lived those moments in real life.

I always thought, my brain was way too creative that's why my dreams are so magnificent as well. I never gave too much thought or feeling to those, brushing off it as mere imagination of mind.

That man, that face and that turbulence of mixed emotions— I believed it didn't exist.

But now seeing that face I have seen so many times in my dreams— in the flesh, drenched and so closed to me, triggered a recognition so profound it left me breathless.