♮Idol au
♮"I don't think I can do it."
"Of course you can, I believe in you.
Don't worry, okay?
I'll be right here backstage for you."
Book 3 in the Dreaming series
Book cover: @ chaaxou on instagram
Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow Nobody's promised tomorrow So imma love you every night like it's the last night
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The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the living room in a soft, golden glow. Hayun sat curled up on the sofa, wrapped snugly in a blanket, her knees tucked close to her chest.
The TV was playing a brightly colored cartoon, one of those kid shows that Jinwoo and Nari always insisted on watching before school. The cheerful voices and playful music filled the room, but she wasn't really paying attention.
Jinwoo sat cross-legged on the floor, a bowl of cereal balanced in his lap as he stared intently at the screen. Every so often, he'd shove a spoonful of milk-drenched cereal into his mouth without taking his eyes off the show. Nari was sitting on the sofa, her uniform slightly crumpled as nibbled on her toast.
Hayun yawned, stretching under the weight of her blanket as the familiar routine of the morning carried on around her. She should've been focusing on the kids, making sure they ate their breakfast, and got ready for school, but her mind was drifting. She let out a soft sigh, glancing at the phone beside her.
Jisung had messaged her last night, again. He had been texting her a lot recently, always checking in, always asking how she was doing. She kept thinking about the last message he had sent the other day, the words looping in her mind like an echo.
The words had been simple, but the effect they had on her was anything but. They had lingered, stirring something in her chest that was warm and familiar, something she hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. Her heart had pounded a little faster when she read them, and even now, she could still feel the faint thrum of it in her chest.
She tried to focus on the TV, but the sound of his voice, the memory of his words, kept pulling her back. There had been a time when Jisung had been her world, the one person she could lean on when everything felt too much. And now, even after everything, he was still there, refusing to let go.
Her gaze shifted to Jinwoo, who was laughing at something on the TV, completely oblivious to her inner turmoil. Nari was humming quietly as she finished her toast, her feet tapping against each other in rhythm. It was such a simple, peaceful scene, but Hayun's heart was racing, her thoughts filled with the idea of Jisung.
She hadn't let herself think too much about him recently, afraid of what it would stir up, but now the thought of him made her feel...happy. It wasn't the heavy, overwhelming sadness she had been drowning in before. It was lighter, like a soft flutter in her chest, a little bit of hope creeping in despite everything.
She smiled to herself, almost absently, her fingers tightening around the edge of her blanket.
Hayun's heart continued to pound in her chest, and for the first time in a long time, it wasn't because of anxiety or stress. It was because of the memory of his smile, the way he used to look at her, the warmth in his voice when he talked to her.
