One night, Yeonjin and I laid awake consumed in the darkness. Unable to sleep, unable to rest. The reason towards that I am not sure of. "Arina?" Yeonjin called out for me. "Yes?" I replied while shifting my positioning under the covers. "If you like Rocky-oppa so much then why don't you tell him?" She asked. I stood silent for about three minutes before answering her. I honestly was a bit scared, there wasn't a definite chance of him feeling the same way since we only hung out as friends. He hasn't even hinting to me that he felt anything special towards me. Cancelling on me at last minute doesn't show any possible interest either.
"I have a decision on whether to risk a friendship that I cherish, or try to be romantically involved. I rather preserve the friendship." I finally answered her. "But what if he does like you as well and he's just nervous of the same thing?" She questioned. "Maybe I will tell him then. It might make things a bit awkward for a bit, but hopefully he won't want to stop being my friend." I thought aloud. "Yayyyyy!" Yeonjin cheered, "Arina is taking the lead!". My phone rang, startling both myself and Yeonjin. "Who is it?" She asked. "Minhyuk" I answered. "Speaking of the devil! But why is he calling so late?" She asked again. She's always full of questions. "I'm not sure. I'm going to pick up now." I told her.
"Yeoboseyo?"
"Arina, are you awake?"
"No, I am obviously on the phone asleep."
"Someone's grumpy."
"I am not, just a tad bit sassy."
"I'm lonely, I miss home."
"How should I help?"
"Providing hugs?"
"Fine, I'll give you hugs in the morning if I can."
"Thank youuu. Goodnight."
Call ended
00:01:03
"That was cute." Yeonjin stated. "Will you go to sleep already?" I said whilst smiling. Soon enough, I drifted to sleep. I dreamt of one day being so sad and upset. I saw myself crying and covering my face. Although, I heard no sobs. It was just silenced crying from an image of myself. I touched the figure of myself. Petrified by the aura this thing was emitting I backed away. It looked up at me. Her cheeks were sewed to form a smile. She hid her face again, obviously in shame and embarrassed. When she cried this time I heard her sobs. I hugged this figure of myself. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of this." I told her. Another figure of myself walked up to the sewn smiled me. The second me laid the sewn smiled one and covered her eyes.
Suddenly I jolted awake with the sun already rose. I ran out of the room and into the bathroom to wash my face and refresh myself. I looked in the mirror and was relieved when I saw there wasn't any thread. "Arina, are you okay?" Eunjae knocked. Tears started to spill from my eyes. I had no control over them anymore. What did that dream mean? Am I the sobbing Arina or am I the one who covered her eyes? Did covering her eyes meant to protect? Suddenly there was pounding at the bathroom door, "ARINA, WHAT'S HAPPENING? ARE YOU ALRIGHT IN THERE?" Miran yelled. I opened the door, with tears still flowing from my eyes and down my cheeks. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Miran held my cheeks wiping away my rapidly falling tears. "I'm not sure." I told her. "What do you mean you're not sure?" Eunjae asked. "I don't know how to interpret what I saw in my dream. It's confusing me. It made me sad." I told her. They both led me to the couch and turned on my favorite movie, spirited away. "I'll make you some tea." Eunjae said. "And I'll get some blankets." Miran added.
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Forgotten || y.s.h/p.m.h
FanfictionSanha was her first friend she made and her only best friend in Korea. They were always close. But what happens when their talent turns into fame? What happens to friendship when it's exploited?
