•Bad Dream•

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The next morning introduced me to a whole new definition of divine intervention. The blinds were closed, which never happened since I didn't have windows in my bedroom. The Curtains were velvet maroon, and cascaded along the the sides of it as decoration. Carpets, nice and freshly cleaned, a tan color, that was soft to the touch on my toes, as my legs dangled  off of the deep foam mattress of a rounded bed that imprinted shape of my body fore merely seconds As I raised up on my feet.
This was something else. And definitely, not my room.  When I got up, a dog was sleeping directly at the other side of the rounded bed, lying in patience for me to wake up I would assume. And as soon as that happened, the Chinese shar-pei, waddled its tail in excitement, hopping onto my knees and wagging it's small tail. With each movement, there was the sound of light metal clinking together, and there in lied its collar. I bent down, getting a closer look. As soon as my eyes had adjusted, the words imprinted onto the silver, came clear. The dog's name, had read the words  가호. My own eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. If i hadn't known any better, this dog...was Gaho...and then, this confirmed the worst.

In a matter of seconds the door opened. My body was turned 180 degrees, feet stuck planted onto the soft carpet that comforted my toes at how nervous I was, when I saw Jiyong walk into the room, with a blank white tee and navy blue plaid boxers, eyes clearly worn out but still young as if he'd been a new born baby that woke up purely blessed: 

The epitome of 'I woke up like this'. 

Just slightly, the lime bed head shifted his attention to me in a single eye movement. His hand stretched over to the back of his neck, that showed a perfect inked outline of the right wings of an angel. A soft sound at a failed attempt of saying "Morning", projected audibly as "eo..."
At first my initial instinct was to wave, but that was quickly retracted into a side scratch  near my cheek bone below my ear lobe, and instant embarrassment. It was because I remembered.

What really caught me by surprise, was his side grin and the fact that he walked over pulling me in for a morning hug. "I'm so sorry,"he apologized breathy, over my shoulder.  I tensed up.

I was more confused as to why he had been apologizing. I felt his fingers tap alongside my back in consolation. "I should have never brought you to that place, then ditched you like that. Especially, since it was your first time. It wasn't cool of me, knowing that i was, well...wasted."

He cleared his throat just as his movements stopped. The intimacy was more than uncomfortable, but couldn't compare to how down I felt when Jiyong back tracked to the center of he bedroom. I crossed my arms over each other as if to fill in the space, then titled on my side.
"No really, it's okay." I told him, not really knowing why the corners of my mouth kept curving upwards. Or that my face felt hotter. 

By the time that ended, Gaho had already surrounded himself around GD's feet, and made his way into his arms as well. And to think that I'm jealous. "While you were asleep...I was freaking out. I stayed up all night coming in and out to make sure you weren't hurt." He said this as if he was scared. But..."Why?"I asked him. 

"Don't you think you're taking too many safety precautions?"

"Not nearly enough." he cut me off, walking over to peek at the closed blinds. He turned back, and looked more relieved, but was bothered. Just what exactly happened...that night?

"Are― Are you alright?"

"Well, I honestly...the last thing I wanted was to worry you. Yesterday, you were in a horrible condition. You could barely stand." Jiyong's voice shifted slightly. "I had to support you to my car, while fans cursed at us.." "You mean me?" "Us." here- stated firmly. what about...us...

The first thing to come to mind, was a scandal. "They even went so far as to jump in their car and follow us all the way to my home. They started traffic. I was driving for at least three hours, trying to get you safe and sound. You were crying, emotional, everything. And– And―"

"Jiyong...what?"

"I was so worried...that they'd hurt you."  he shook his head. "It wasn't...it was. I just had to stay with you. So many people were literally surrounding the entire area, screaming; waiting; throwing actual glass at the house? I didn't even go to sleep until four in the morning. Even then, I kept getting up to see if you were still there. Sasaengs...are....terrible."

As he finished, the room went quiet. Wow. He did all of that. And to keep me out of harms way, but, I can't help but feel guilty. I felt absolutely horrible. It was all my fault. I keep asking: why?

I don't know what to say. During the absence of our words, what broke the silence was the heavy captivating aroma; permeating the air. My nostrils let the sinking smell of 두부전(dubujeon): steamed  tofu, beef, and various vegetables.  불고기 (bulgogi): meat stir fried; beef. 

"Oh my god....that smells so....wait-- 

"Aigoo...it's burning" 

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