[✔] Magic // MYG

33. Just a dream

"What are you talking about?" I could hear his nervous chuckle and him scooting away a bit. "Why again anyways?"

"Yoongi." I didn't turn to look at him. "I can feel your bulge and literally five minutes ago you said that you masturbated in the bathroom."

"I can't help it when you look so hot in just my shirt." He whined.

"Yoongi."

"Ignore it, okay? Let's just go to sleep, please." He trailed his fingers over my back.

"Fine." I sighed. "But please keep your hormones under control."

"Yes Ma'am." He chuckled and pulled me back into a hug.

My eyes closed with a small smile plastered on my face.
"Good night Yoongi."

"Good night babe." He placed a kiss on my shoulder.

With that we drifted off to sleep.
Not long after I was woken up by my alarm clock.

I sat up and stretched, shutting off my alarm.
"Good morning Yoongi..."

My voice faded away. My throat clenched and I jumped up from my bed.
Mine as in, the bed in my house as in, the house of Grace and Fred.

I looked at my clothes. The outfit I always wore when I was going to sleep.

No. No this can't be.

This couldn't have been just a dream.

I tried moving an object with my eyes and it worked.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I put on my glasses that were on my nightstand and changed into something more presentable.
Black jeans and a red sweater.

I looked at my phone, my calender, everything.
Every single time it told me that it was the day before my first day of school.

I chuckled.

This is impossible.

I giggled.

I couldn't have been dreaming all of this the whole time.

I started laughing.

I went through so much sick things in my dream, I can't accept that.

I laughed like a maniac.

I can't. I can't take this.

I felt tears run down my cheeks as I continued to laugh.

This was just impossible.

I slapped my cheek. Pinched myself. I even hit my head against the wall.

Nothing.

Does this really mean that all of this was just a dream.

I just imagined all of those guys. I just imagined getting together with the love of my life.

My back slid down the wall, tears falling from my eyes and sobs leaving my lips.

This can't be happening.

Why would something like that happen?
I'm not going to accept this.

My body stood up on its own and I moved to the mirror. I dried my tears and cooled my already puffy eyes.
I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs.

Grace and Fred greeted me lovingly, like they always did.

"Grace?" I looked up from my plate of pancakes.

"Yes my love?" She turned around to me with a smile.

"Am I your real daughter?" I gulped.

She looked shocked. "Of course you are! Why would you think such a thing?"

Huh? But didn't I hear her talking with Fred about me not being their real daughter?
Wait.
The day I heard this was the day of my first school day...
So all of that happened just in my dream.

"Sorry. I just had this really weird dream and I'm really confused..." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Go outside and take some fresh air, maybe it'll help you clear your head." She smiled at me.

"Yeah..." I stood up from the table. "I'll do that."

I made my way to the streets and walked in the direction of my school.
How could I have had a dream about a whole month of my life?

I stopped in front of the school gates. It was Sunday, that means it was closed. I walked around the walls.

When I remember right there should be a small hole in the walls, which we always used. We...
I smiled as I saw the hole, I wasn't imagining this at least.

After looking around I climbed through it, making my way to the old building. The moment I saw it I felt tears trickle down my face.

It was chained up and there was no bench standing beside the door. There wasn't any sign of them, of us.
I tried my luck and looked through the windows but my hopes crushed as I just saw old and dusty desks and chairs and some unnecessary theater utensils.

The boys probably didn't even exist. I probably just imagined them. I shook my head with a tired smile.

Back on the streets I made my way to the last place I wanted to check.
Yoongi's house.
I wouldn't try and ask them things. I just wanted to see if I was going crazy or not.

I haven't looked up the whole time, I didn't want to see it while I was so far away. As I reached the place where his house should stand I looked up.

A hurtful smile curled my lips, tears rolling down.
Kids. Parents. Siblings.
Instead of Yoongi's house was a big playground.
Kids screaming around and having fun.

This is bullshit. I chuckled softly and felt my smile grow. I stepped away and made my way back home.
Nothing can make this day any worse.

Making my way down the roads I bumped into a lot of people, apologizing to them and continuing on.
What mattered now anyways?

I had my powers. I had my happy family.
I hadn't had my boyfriend. I hadn't had my friends.

While being in deep thoughts I stopped in my tracks. Screams filled my ears and loud honking of a car.
My smile fell and I looked up.

I was in the middle of the street, a car driving directly at me with full speed, not being able to stop.
The screams got louder. What did they scream? All I heard was their loud voices and the fast car getting closer to me with every short breath I took.

I tilted my head with a small smile plastered on my face.

At least I'll die after having the best dream of my life.
Maybe I'll be able to dream on when I die?

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A/N: to memequeen288

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