Sheila's Kwon

7: Surreal Mornings and Seoul Sunsets

SUNLIGHT hit her face and she felt it before she even saw it go through the window. She covered her eyes with one hand and wondered what time it was. She saw the delicate window treatment get hit by the bright light and knew why her mom chose the sheer material. It looked like soft angel wings too bright to look at and made her smile. She had a wonderful dream last night. She was being kissed by the man she has admired since 2008 and until just a few days ago realized she could really love in real life. She giggled at the memory of the all too real kiss and his words, "Until you." It was beyond fan fiction, it was beyond her best fantasy. She could still feel his arms around her waist and his warmth. She closed her eyes again and wanted to go back to her dream. If she could only dream forever, she would be content.

That was when she felt someone move behind her. More precisely, someone pull her towards that someone. Lanky yet strong arms pulled her back that she opened her eyes and screamed, or tried to. "Sheila." shut her up, a voice filled with both sleepiness and hoarse for some other reason she can't quite understand. "Don't move. I'm too awake for you to wake me up some more." there was humor in his voice, a naughtiness she has heard all too often. I am still dreaming. She moved to face towards the voice. All that time not being freed by the arms that were around her waist. She realized that her head was pillowed on that person's arms. "Aww...my arm fell asleep." he chuckled when he moved it away and pulled her with it towards him.

Breathe to breathe now, she felt like she was holding in hers. His eyes were holding her and she felt like she had Stockholm syndrome. Loving every moment of being captured. "Ji-yong...op...pa."

"De?" his eyes were smiling at her. She was sure it was all a dream. His free hand caressed her face then suddenly pinched her check. "Just to make sure you know that it's not a dream." then he moved her to him, no longer breathe to breathe but once again lips to lips. Her eyes were wide for a moment but once that kiss drew her in, she closed them again and was swept away by the emotions he awakened in her.

"HYUNG!" the voice was not the one he thought he would hear in the middle of a kiss. It was there again, breaking through the whirpool of emotions that was sweeping him and Sheila. "Jiyong hyung!" piercing, irritating voice. Seungri. He suddenly recognized the voice and remember the email from last night that he sent. Three knocks followed the call that he heard then again, "This is Seungri, hyung! Rise and shine!" again with incessant knocking.

Sheila's back straightened but he didn't let her go. "Shhh...it's fine." he wanted to wipe the worry from his face. "I'll take care of him." More likely murder him for his excellent timing is more like it. He sighed and thanked the heavens he was not yet fully aroused or he wouldn't know what to say to Seungri let alone his Sheila. His Sheila. The words flowed from his mind and he didn't feel like it was either unnatural or unfamiliar.

"I'm coming!" he called out and pulled the shirt that he had hanging near his bed. Nothing happened that required clothing optional last night. They had fallen asleep and had not gone beyond kissing each other senseless, talking about how beautiful the night was and their childhood. He had not had that kind of conversation in a long time. He shared with Sheila things that no ordinary fangirl would know about the struggle that he and Yongbae went through to get to where they were now. They talked even of Sandara and how he wanted to have her in his life. She asked him questions like a close friend. She didn't give off a hint, not even an ounce of jealousy. She was hungry for his kisses and for his memories. She wanted to know as much as she could tell him as well. She had a relatively simple life, drama free and had been relatively well-off because of the businesses her family had. She had a hard time with making friends though and had shared horror stories of people just wanting to be friends with her because of her family. They found out that they had that in common, making new friends were harder now that he had fame and she had her family's wealth increasing. He told her about how he made songs. She told him about Happy7Days. He had wanted more nights of those conversations. But this morning proved that happy moments are often shorter than one could ever wish for.