Dream (Taehyung FF) - ON HOLD

Chapter 25

         I sit at the table in my room, the only light coming from my desk lamp. Shadows dance on the walls, but my attention is fixed on the flyer in front of me.

Melon Music Awards (MMA) is recruiting crew members.

My heart skips. I want this—so badly.
To be among idols, to feel the electric vibe of a music award show, even if I'm just part of the crew. It's enough to let me dream.

I smile, close my eyes, and press the flyer to my chest.

Please, God... let this happen.

I open my eyes, then slump onto the bed, flyer still in hand.

"Let's see who's performing," I mumble, reaching for my phone to start Googling.

A moment later, I scream, "Aespa!"

"Twice!"

"Itzy!"

"Stray Kids!"

       Across the street, in the apartment directly opposite mine, Taehyung stands by his window, eyes searching.

But tonight, all the curtains are drawn.
He frowns. "Damn," he mutters under his breath. "She closed everything."

Frustrated, he picks up his phone and checks the hidden camera feed from her living room—nothing. Empty. Quiet.

"She's not there..." he whispers, jaw tightening.
He should have placed the camera in her bedroom. But back then, he told himself he still had a line he wouldn't cross. That he'd be better than this. More moral.

Now, all he feels is the ache of regret—and the maddening urge to see her again.

Especially after catching that glimpse of the flyer.
The Melon Music Awards.

If she really applies... if she's accepted... that might be his chance. His way back into her life.
Because right now, she's shut him out completely. Vanished. No messages. No presence.

That day, it still hurts like hell.

He exhales, voice low and raw. "I miss you so much, babe."

His fingers grip the phone tighter, eyes still fixed on the black screen showing her quiet, empty living room. He can't stop wondering what she's doing right now.

And if she ever thinks about him, even for a second.

       The alarm blares before the sun even rises. I groan, reaching out to silence it, but my hand hesitates. Today isn't like other days.

Today, I make the call.

I sit up slowly, the flyer still resting on my nightstand where I left it last night. It's slightly wrinkled from being hugged to my chest, but I don't care. I pick it up again, reading the contact number at the bottom like it's the code to unlock my future.

My stomach tightens.

What if they don't answer?

What if they do?

What if I say something stupid?

I shake the thoughts away and get out of bed. I have to at least try.

After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face, I take a deep breath and sit at my desk. My phone feels heavier than usual in my hand.

I dial the number before I can talk myself out of it.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

"Hello, MMA Crew Recruitment, how can I help you?"