Mr&Mrs Jeon

Chapter 1

A beautiful night it was, around midnight, when she drifted into a deep sleep. The world outside was still, the moon shining brightly in the clear sky, casting a soft glow over everything. And in that quiet, peaceful night, she found herself in a dream.

" " " She was in Switzerland, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of the snow-covered mountains.

The air was crisp, and the world felt serene, as though it belonged to a different time.

She was with her friends, laughing,
but there was someone else in the background a presence that seemed to draw her attention. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel him, as if his very being radiated warmth and affection.

Without warning, he appeared. He had jumped off a moving bus, running toward her with such urgency, as though nothing in the world mattered except getting to her.

Her heart fluttered as he reached her, and without saying a word, he took her hand in his.

She felt the comfort of his touch, the sense of protection he offered, and her fears seemed to vanish in that instant.

She wanted to ask him, wanted to know who he was, but the words never came. She looked into his eyes, but his face remained a blur, just out of reach.

**Who are you?** she thought to herself, feeling a deep connection to him even though she barely knew him. " " "

And then, suddenly, she woke up. The soft sheets of her bed were now beneath her, and the warmth of the dream faded away as the world around her came into focus.

Her breath was quick, her heart still racing, and she sat up in bed, staring at the darkness outside her window.

It was just a dream. She knew it. But it felt different. Real. There was something undeniable about the way she felt in his presence. Something that lingered, even though he was gone.

**Who are you?** she wondered again, her mind still lost in the feeling of his touch. **Why did you appear in my dream?**

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A few days later, as if the dream had called him back, he appeared again.

*** This time, she was running through the rain, her head scarf flowing behind her, the cool droplets splashing against her skin.

She was in the midst of the storm, but there was a strange calmness in the chaos. She felt free, alive, as if the rain itself had washed away her worries.

And then, there he was again. He appeared as though from nowhere, standing behind her.

He reached out, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel the heat of his body through the cold rain.
His embrace was warm, comforting, and she leaned into it, feeling safe in a way she couldn't explain.

The world around her disappeared for a moment. It was just the two of them, and nothing else mattered. His arms around her felt so real, so comforting, that she could almost forget she was dreaming.

**Who are you?** she thought once more, feeling her heart race.

But before she could dwell on the question, everything faded again, and she woke up with a start.

She opened her eyes to the quiet of her room, the sound of her own breath filling the silence. Her chest was still heavy with the feeling of his arms, and she couldn't shake the warmth that lingered on her skin.

**Who are you?** she whispered into the stillness. But the answer never came.

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After few days,.one night, after another long day, she found herself sitting on the roof of her house, looking up at the stars.

The cool evening air kissed her skin, and the night was peaceful, almost magical. She closed her eyes, feeling the serenity of the moment, and for a while, she let herself get lost in the quiet of the world.

The cold air was touching her bare face and making her hands and feet cold and cold air passing through her neck making peaceful ness to her soul and hearing bird sounds from away looking at moon. She looks like a princess From fairytales, looks like an angel from heavens.

She lost in the moon but suddenly he came to her mind her lips curved a smile .
The man in her dreams.

" The one who had held her hand in Switzerland. The one who had embraced her in the rain. "

She didn't know who he was, but the longing to find out, to understand why he kept appearing in her dreams, was growing stronger.

Smiling softly to herself, she spoke to the moon. "Do you know the guy who keeps coming into my dreams?" she asked,

almost playfully. "Say hi to him for me. Maybe if he's real, he'll hear you."

She laughed quietly because he made her talk to the moon, it seems silly for her , but there was a part of her that truly believed, if he was out there, somehow, he might hear her words. And if he was real, maybe, just maybe, he would come to find her.

**Who are you?** she whispered, her heart fluttering with anticipation. **Why do you keep appearing in my dreams?**

and looks around and says **This whether also like you, so dreamy but can't stay with me **

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The days passed, and she went on with her life. Work, the usual routine, but still, the mystery of the dream lingered in her heart. Each day, her mind would drift back to him, the man who felt so real, yet remained so distant.

It was early in the morning... Just like the sun came to wake up her... But the moon is still in her dreams..

Do you know moon?? Her dream boy...
Who is making her heart bloom everytime he came into her dream....

As she got on the crowded bus to work, she closed her eyes, hoping for a moment of peace before the day began. The bus was packed, and she stood, holding onto the rail, feeling the rhythm of the ride as it swayed along.

She closed her eyes as it was early in the morning. Her mind wandered back to him-the mysterious man who had filled her dreams with warmth and affection.

And then, a voice. Soft, familiar, as though it was right behind her.

**"My love, are you alright?"**

Her heart skipped a beat. She froze, her eyes snapping open, looking around frantically. But there was no one there, no one who could have spoken those words.

The bus horn blared, and she nearly lost her balance. Her breath came quickly, and for a moment, she wondered if she had imagined it.

Had he spoken to her? Was it him again? She looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. But the bus was still as crowded as before, and no one seemed to notice her sudden rush of emotion.

**Who are you?** The question burned in her chest once more, unanswered, mysterious.

She closed her eyes again, trying to calm herself, but the dream, the voice, the warmth-it was still with her. Somehow, it all felt real. Too real to be just a dream.

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**Who are you?** The question echoed louder in her mind, the mystery deepening with each passing day. She couldn't understand why he kept appearing in her dreams, why he felt so familiar, so close, yet so far away.

And so, the questions continued.
**Who are you?** Was he real? Or was he just a dream? A figment of her longing?.

One day, she hoped the answer would come.