My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

62. Just another dream

"Once you step out that door, I'd forget everything that has to do with you. We're never getting back together even if you beg for it."

I snapped back into reality when I heard the kettle whistling. I glanced over the living room and the ghost of the past is very much alive. He was so engrossed with some TV show about studio equipment reviews; his shoes are still pretty much comfortable on the pillow I'd always love to rest my face on when I watch my fave flicks on Netflix.

I turned the stove off and the whistling stopped. I closed my eyes and asked for dear sanity to dawn upon me. This is definitely one of those times when I'm not in the mood to entertain visitors! I just wanna lay in my bed and cry myself to sleep.

I poured him a cup of ginger tea on one of my mom's cheap china. This was the only beverage I could offer besides, well, cold water.

As I reached for the most presentable saucer from our cupboard, I couldn't help but think of the chitchat we'll be having once I sit on that couch.

Catching up? Do we have to do it at this time of day; at this point when I don't wanna talk to anybody?! Besides, why the heck is he here anyway??

"I came back to take you with me," I smirked. A shitty joke that was. I rolled my eyes and the saying hung by the wall caught my eye.

"When God closes a door, he opens a window."

I paused for a while and wondered if this is some divine intervention from up above to this miserable circumstance I'm in. But instead of finding clarity, it just made things even more blurry. I got even more confused.

Damn it. I wish I could google 'How to deal with that ex on the couch?' or look up '10 easy steps to make everything vanish.'

I took a deep breath and prayed to get this all over FAST!

I slowly made my way to the room, trying hard not to spill the tea all over the saucer. My, why didn't I just let him get it from the kitchen himself?! Lucky him my countrymen cared so much about hospitality.

I finally reached the sofa and rejoiced for the minimal spillage I caused.

"Here. Have some.."

My eyes widened at the sound I just heard causing the tea to spill even more.

He was... snoring.

I placed the cup on the table and put my hands on my waist in frustration.

So much for making tea. I grunted.

He was fast asleep. He was scrunched to his right, his hands tucked in between his legs and his head almost drooping over. I swiftly caught his face with my hands and positioned his head back to the pillow. His snoring got even louder this time.

I nudged him on the shoulder and even poked him on the cheek, to no avail. He was exhausted, I believe. If I left him outside to sleep, the robbers could take all of his clothes off and he wouldn't even feel a thing.

I sat by the center table's edge and discreetly looked at his sleeping face from the corner of my eye. I am not gonna get caught ogling at him like one of his crazy fans. But as soon as I made sure he was deep into hibernation, I closely examined him. He had dyed his hair black again. The dark circles around his eyes have gone worse and he surely hasn't shaved for a week or so with the facial hairs he has above his lips and chin.

For a moment, I recalled the time we shared not too long ago. The first time I saw him at that café and the rest of the memories started to flashback one by one. Unknowingly, I find myself smiling. I shook the thoughts off and got him a blanket. He rolled over to his left the moment I laid it on him and his snoring continued.

I turned the TV off and dimmed the lights. I took one last glance at him and wondered if he'd still be there when I wake up in the morning. His comeback was a bit untimely and totally unexpected. But somehow, a part of me is glad to see him again. Curious thoughts began bombarding my mind that I quickly wriggle off as I switched off the kitchen lights and made my way upstairs to my bedroom.

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I changed into my pajamas without even taking a shower. I was dead tired; physically and emotionally.

Tomorrow's day one without Zach and just the thought of him crushes my heart so badly. Our breakup's gone exactly the opposite of what I plan to be. Everything else is pretty much irreversible as far as I see it. And here comes Yoongi, back from the dead, without even much of a warning of his homecoming.

Everything's a dark, gloomy cloud right now. And if there's one clear thing, it's how I need peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

I shut my eyes and let myself drift into dreamland where my worries can no longer come and get me. Maybe this was all a long, continuous fantasy my mind tried to turn into a mock reality.

When I wake up, this will all be just another dream. I said to myself.

Just another dream.

To be continued...