Dreamer | Jung Hoseok [Discontinued]

Six

"Here again?"

I flick my head from the starry sky towards the voice to see Hoseok, his hands buried in his pockets and a small smile on his face.

I was currently sitting on the edge of the stage, my hands supporting me to sit. "Oh hey Hoseok." I didn't really think he'd come here tonight but since he did, guilt soon started taking over me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here-"

"No, no, stay. I don't mind." He jumped on the stage and sat beside me as I pulled my legs up to sit cross-legged, resting my hands on them. "I was expecting you actually."

"Really?" I smiled sheepishly as he nodded, shifting his gaze up at the dark sky with small white shining dots which were the stars.

We sat there in complete silence for the next few minutes, the sound of crickets in the background filling our ears. Not an awkward silence though, more of a comfortable, relaxing silence. 

I slowly turn my head to look at Hoseok looking up at the stars with sparkling eyes and a wide smile. I didn't even know I was blushing.

A star.

"I have a question for you." He breaks the silence. I immediately flick my head back to the stars, afraid he caught me staring at him.

"Anything." I said smoothly, trying to act as cool as I could.

"What do you want to be in the future?" He said. I paused, thinking hard about it. Honestly, I already knew the answer, but the words wouldn't leave my mouth. I knew clearly that there is a high possibility of not becoming what I want to be and was afraid to say it.

I look back up at the stars. "I have no clue." I snickered before turning to face Hoseok, who had a skeptical look on his face, as if he didn't believe what I said. I acted as if I didn't notice. "What about you?"

"You don't wanna know." He shook his head.

"But I do though." The smile on my face grew with curiosity and excitement. "Come on, I believe anyone can fulfill their dream no matter what it is." I spoke without thinking, anyone but me?

"I want to be..." He trailed off, closing his eyes. "An idol."

I blinked. 

...what a coincidence. 

I inhaled sharply, with a smile "I'm not surprised." I shifted on my spot. "I mean, I had a feeling you'd want to be one." I spoke honestly.

He raised an eyebrow, a small grin on his face. "And, what makes you think that?" 

"Don't pretend like you don't know," I scoffed. "you've got potential. Talent, Hoseok. Believe me."

"You will obviously have to work hard for it, just because I can do a few dance moves doesn't mean I'll be accepted in the k-pop industry right away."

"That may be true, I'm still rooting for you."

Hoseok has a supporting environment around him, and considering the talents he has, all he has to do is work harder towards that dream and maybe, just maybe, he might fulfill his dream.

"Did you ever wish on a star?" He pointed towards the biggest star, emitting a bright, white light.

I giggled. "Don't tell me you have."

"I didn't. Well, maybe that one time when I wanted a new set of crayons when I was younger but that doesn't count." Both of us burst out laughing at his statement. "Don't believe on those type of myths and stuff. People who wish on a star are the type of people who don't do anything to reach their goal and rely on magic."

His words made me think, how stupid were people to believe in such things?

"I have another question," he said "do you have vocal classes?"

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. I tilt my head and speak. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you heard your voice?" He showed a toothy smile full of astonishment as I immediately ducked my head shyly. "You can sing really well, seriously. I realized that yesterday."

I pursed my lips, my chest tightening and my face burning. "...thanks." 

Aish, why can't I say anything right!?

We hear a phone ringing as Hoseok quickly takes out his phone and starts talking to the person. His expression changes into a somewhat happy and excited one which confuses me. He hangs up and quickly jumps on his feet. "I have to go, something's up. See you later again?"

I nodded before he took off, leaving me sitting on the stage all by myself. I guess it's some family matters which I shouldn't care about.

He waves at me one last time before taking off. I sat there on the stage, my legs crossed and my head craned up to glance at the sky.

I stare at the shining white, tiny stars. They are so beautiful, noticeable. They may be small, but some of them are larger than the sun, the biggest source of light on Earth.

I'v heard about wishing on a shooting star before, but not from my parents. Heck, they didn't even tell me about Santa Clause on my first four Christmas's until I eventually found out from all those teachers at school talking about a big old dude with a white beard and a red hat, carrying a bag full of presents for good children. But according to my parents, I wasn't one.

All these sad and hate worthy memories filled my mind as I frowned at all of those damn stars. 

One star flew across the dark, navy blue sky like a jet plane. I noticed it, but didn't bother to quickly wish like most people do.

 Don't believe on those type of myths and stuff.

"Tsk." I jumped on off the stage and landed on my feet, smoothly before digging my hands in my shorts pockets and started marching home.

-

I cautiously climb up the rope to my room, jumping over the window but trying to be as quiet as I could while landing. 

I flicked the table lamp on my desk and sat down on the seat, sliding my diary towards me as I grabbed my pen and started writing about my thoughts, even if I was aware of how late at night it was.

I pause for a moment and rest my head on my palm, fiddling with my pen on the other hand. I glare at the photo of me and my brother, my dear brother.

"Can I become what I want to be if I wish on a star? Can I become...an idol? Of course not. I need to work towards it, don't I?" I stare at my brothers bright face sealed behind the glass of the photo frame. "Why am I even talking to a photo..." I lean back, shaking my head.

My eyelids were falling close and my head was feeling heavier every passing second before I passed out, burying my hands into my arms.

Of course you have to work towards it.