The Dreamer

TWENTY-FIVE - The Radio's Past

[SHIN'S POV]

"Seriously?!" I asked loudly since we couldn't hear each other clearly. The music is too loud. "Ya! You're only a 1st Year student, how come that they allowed you to enter the auditorium?!"

"I did what you suggested to see Baekhyun perform! I climbed and entered through the darkest corner!"

Ahh, this girl. She really loves Baekhyun to the point that she did that.

"My gown ripped a little but it's okay. Atleast I will ---"

"You will? What? Ya!.... Taeyeon-ah! Do you hear me?..... Ya!""

"...Shin-ah..."

"Taeyeon-ah! Why did you stop talking? What's happened?.... Taeyeon-ah, answer me!"

"Shin-ah... the speaker said the Fallen Angels cancelled their performance. I won't see Baekhyun."

I couldn't hear any loud music anymore. Her voice became clearer. Where is she?

"Where are you now?"

"I'm running to the gate. I'm going home."

"Ya! Taeyeon-ah! Taeyeon-ah!""

CALL ENDED.

Shit.

I was walking back and forth to my room. What am I gonna do? This is my first time to feel concerned to a friend. Yes, a friend. My first friend in highschool. Do I need to follow her and comfort her? I think she needs some space so I just texted her instead.

<Please be safe>

But okay, let me guess. Why did the Fallen Angels cancel their performance in the first place? Not to mention but I really still remember how they were excited about it when they invited us to watch. I mean, I am really not that excited to attend such occasion but since I will possibly see Yoongi there, I agreed.

<I'm missing him badly>

Taeyeon replied. I want to help her but then, I couldn't do anything. I already deleted their numbers on my Contacts.

<Did you already chat him?>

<He blocked me>

What the hell? I can relate, girl. Min Yoongi did this to me, too! Not once but several times, including my dummy accounts. Sad.

I didn't reply anymore. I don't enjoy other's drama when my whole life already feels like one. I returned to my bed and laid down my tired body. I suddenly miss Mom.

I opened my SNS and typed a message to her.

<Mom, I miss you. When will you come back here?>

<I miss you more, dear. Don't worry. We'll come back soon>

<We? You're going here with my younger sister? Or younger brother? That's a miracle then. They hate Korea>

<Yes. Fortunately, I had convinced them to visit there. They don't want to transfer tho>

<That's okay. How about Grandpa? Father is busy nowadays>

<He's always been. Tell him not to overwork. Or maybe ask help to Yoongi>

<Bye, Mom. Take care. I love you.>

I logged out my account and turned on the radio instead. Last December, my Father asked Yoongi to fix this since he knows how much Yoongi loves electronics so much. I told him not to expect help from Yoongi anymore since we already cut our ties to each other. My Father scolded me instead for being so dramatic that he even asked me to call Yoongi to their house. Ahh really. I hate to remember that memory since it reminds me how good he is.

"You've been busy you don't visit my daughter anymore," my Father told him while he was fixing the radio. "It seems like this is the first time that I'm seeing you again."

"School works suck, Uncle. I think it is Shin who's been busy nowadays," he replied sarcastically looking at me. "She's facing her computer all day.""

"Yes, she is. She said she's busy creating dummy accounts. What do we mean by that, son?"

"Ah, don't mind that Uncle. I think she's already 'smart' on creating those."

I swear I've been dragged to the earth's core after hearing that with his gritted teeth. His sarcasm has been good since then that he blocked all of the people who send him requests. Well, what do I expect from him? He's the King of Everything.

I looked at the wholeness of my room. I wonder if these pictures of us hanging on my wall would happen again. I am not that obsess of him, but everytime I think of our memories, my mind always tells me to continue loving him and never give up. Everytime I look in his eyes, my heart flutters. Feels like a whole cage of butterfly is being set free.

Maybe for now, I am just a younger sister to him.

Maybe for now, this is still not the right time for him to admit I am not the little girl anymore he used to play with.

Who knows that after twenty or thirty years, he will look at me the same way how he looks to a woman.

How he looks to a Queen...

Oh God, why I love him so much?

I couldn't help myself to imagine we will end up together happily like some of the main characters on K-Dramas.