𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐊𝐈𝐃 // Love Next Door //

FOUR.

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There are many things in the world Seokhui won't ever understand. For as much as she can try to learn and as much as she can try being taught, some things are simply meant to go misunderstood.

Her dreams, for example. She's always been an avid dreamer capable of creating entire scripts, entire worlds. Entire alternate realities even.

When she was a child she used to dream while in the school classroom all the time, even against the endless droning of her teacher's lectures that intercepted her imagination.

Later on in college, she would dream the most vividly during final exams season. Dead week. When she often found herself giving up on her academic hopes, and agreed to have a smoke from her roommate's secret stash of weed. She'd go to sleep high as a kite and still wake up rooted to the memories of her dreams the next day.

And finally—having graduated from all of the above—during endless times when she had drowned away with alcohol the stresses of her adult-life and the burdensome responsibilities of her adult-job. Seokhui still recalled her dreams, even if she never could remember getting to bed and her head hitting the pillows in the first place.

She knew all of her dreams. All of these which she never understood, either. The meanings were somehow always lost before she could truly hold any solid grasp over them.

It's been her long-lasting curse. For all those years gathered, she still can't figure out just what good they are for.

Among this collection of forever misunderstood dreams, there's one in particular that stands out to her. One that she can't shake off, that is so unexplained and strange to her because for once, it turned out to be true.

In this dream, she opens the door of her apartment in Los Angeles and on the other side stands Choi Seunghyo.

Her childhood friend. The kid who strayed behind her like a lost puppy when they first met, who then later became her best friend and always used to stick to her side like glue.

He's traveled all the way across the world, through both land and sea, to stand face-to-face with her again and say, "Don't get married."

"Why?" It's the one question she asks.

"Because," it's the one thing that follows her like a ghost, "you have to understand..."

Understand; what?

But there's no clear answer for her to know. Even her subconscious mind failed at coming up with anything to help solve her own mess.

She left and it still confuses her to realize that he didn't follow. Can this be it? The reason why she's scared to admit that the final nail on the coffin was that stupid dream?

Is that apparition of Choi Seunghyo to blame, or to thank, for her being where she is now?

No, she thinks, it's ridiculous. Her life was already falling apart, long before she dreamed of him standing at her front door.

Besides, she spent most of her childhood trying to get rid of him.

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Choi Seunghyo's family moved in next door three days before Seokhui entered school for the first time.

When she learned that she was going to spend most of her days in a classroom, where she wouldn't have to share all of her things with Seokryu, as her little sister had been assigned to a different homeroom teacher, she was thrilled. She'd finally spend her time in a place where she wouldn't have to hear her baby brother's constant crying, either.