Lost In The Dream

14 | Sweet Nothing

Zimmy's POV.

Crowd and red cups out stood everything, everybody's dancing to the beat of the music. The band on stage seemed to have casted a spell on us and I just wanted to have a good time. We were very fortunate to get an invite to an exclusive music festival, Mrs. Shim was the one who gave us our tickets. She said she bought it for us as thanks for helping his brother out. The festival would last for three days and the it was Coachella themed, I dyed my hair darker for this event. One day I just realized that I wanted to do something for myself and I am off to a good start.

Dr. Lee and Mrs. Shim accompanied us, as well as the seven boys and their manager. They just finished a successful comeback and they were told to rest and have fun before their next project.

The lights were blinding and the crowd was exhausting that I needed to excuse myself and find a quiet place. I haven't seen Monsta X since morning, to be honest, I'm hiding from them. I can't stand the atmosphere when Kihyun and I were left alone and I just felt like I needed to stop feeling things.

I let the rough sand touch my feet, the sea breeze passing my whole body and my hair going different places but I couldn't care less. My soul lifted up every time the air touches my skin, and my heart at ease at the sound of the ocean hitting the shore.

I decided to sit down right on the spot facing the sparkly moon. I let out a deep sigh and talked to the moon.

It sucks to be alone, right?

It must suck to be the moon, seeing everybody but the it's just there, alone when we see it. Sometimes the stars outshine it.

Don't worry, I'm here for you.

"I'm here for you too," a soothing voice surprised me and sent horror to my spine. I turned only to see a fine young man, his hair pushed back making him look sleek and his leather jacket hanging from his shoulder. I narrowed my eyes and recognized him as the vocalist from that band.

I nodded at him with hopes of him leaving me alone and minding his own business. Instead, he sat down beside me.

"Excuse me?" I prompted with a tone of sarcasm known to naked eye.

He threw his head back and laughed. He then offered his hand to me, "Railli," I stared at his hand for as long as I could. Making him realize that I don't casually shake hands with a stranger. I put a visible line between us which means he can never go near me because I have had enough already and if he fills the gap once more, I will go insane. 

"You're the first girl that didn't take my hand," he stared at his hand and pursed his lips. 

Is that supposed to make me feel the guilt? I don't know him?

I fished for my phone and contacted Matty, who unbelievingly didn't answer. Next that I dialed were my team sierra to no avail, my last straw are the seven deadly sins. I rolled my eyes before putting my phone down. I'm alone with a stranger sitting beside me. Of all people, a band member who inevitably has fans screaming his name behind us. 

There was a list of things that could have gone wrong this day, but being soaked with eggs was not on it. I touched my head from the impact that I had to endure, with my mouth open, I gave this guy a shocked what-the-fuck face. My hair dripped egg yolks and egg whites with the egg shells stuck everywhere on my hair. 

Few minutes have passed and we're now the apple of everyone's eyes. My whole existence drenched with shattered eggs. The Railli guy kept apologizing to me but I don't need that, I need him to take this spotlight away from me. I never asked for it in the first place, I was just having a small talk with the moon.