A/N: I saw BTS in Hamilton, Ontario on Thursday! Easily the best experience of my life. I danced, I sang, I waved my RM fan whenever he looked toward the part of the audience where I was standing. I loved when he made the cheesy joke about loving maple syrup and the only thing sweeter was us Canadian ARMYs. I hope that one day everyone can have a chance to see BTS.
I had been going through a lot when I got to go last week. I hadn't had any time to write, I just started college and was hit by both losing my job and hit with extreme financial strain because of how much I have to pay for in order to follow my dream. I had saved up for two years to see BTS. Thursday night made me cry happy tears and finally feel like myself after so long. So, here you go! I finally managed to scrounge a bit of a one-shot together thanks to the amazing night I had. Enjoy!
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Yellow, pink, orange, red, beige. Only colours were the best way to describe what you were seeing. Things weren't completely clear as your eyes adjusted to the scenery around you, standing in what was beginning to look like either a wheat field or an overgrown meadow. A sudden warmth washed over you, the sun beaming down and the sky gave way to a pleasant and calming breeze. This feeling, this scenery... it was something you have somehow felt before, but... something didn't feel right.
When the sounds of the breeze left your ears and its touch left your cheek, you decided to move. Your head felt fuzzy and you couldn't quite feel your legs. Still, you persevered and willed yourself to move. One step forward, two steps forward, another. The sound began to fill your ears, something other than the gentle wind. It was almost like the gentle clicking of glass windchimes, manipulated by someone's hand. Not that it wasn't pleasant, it just confused you. Just like this whole moment did.
The gentle sound continues and when you felt defeated in the short quest to find the sound's origin, you legs finally gave out. You collapsed to your knees, catching yourself on a soft bed of flowers. Not thinking much of it, you looked up to watch the sky's colours manipulate and flow in the sunrise.
That's when you saw it.
A silhouette in the distance over the tips of the soft cotton tipped plants and flowers. Squinting, you wondered who it was. They had obviously spotted you, the figure had been moving closer for a few seconds now.
The closer it got never seemed to matter. They never became more visible. Each step bore more curiosity in your veins, wondering if they were like you, confused, overwhelmed and nosy. They got closer, closer. The light of the morning acted as a parting veil when they reached their hand toward you as if they were trying to help you up. Their skin was tanned, honey and sun-blessed skin. Like this place, their skin moulded into and contrasted the colours of the sunrise, perfect in every way. The hand was large, fingers long and distinctly Male.
You wondered if you should take it. Just as you brought your hand up, your heart began to beat faster. So much that you could feel it pulse in your neck. Another wash of warmth was quickly followed by the breeze again. The sun seemed to move in a way that began to reveal the rest of him as the pads of your fingertips touched his-
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
You shot up in your bed. A dream, huh? That explained it, but... it felt too real to be a dream. You remembered every second of it, unlike all the other dreams you may or may not have had throughout your life. You looked at your hand. It even felt like something as real as the blankets bunching up on your lap. You could still feel the touch of the tips of his fingers on yours.
You silenced your alarm, curious why it went off. You remembered the previous day being Friday, and therefore you must have forgotten to shut off your alarm for the weekend. Shrugging, you peeled your covers back and swung your legs over the side of your bed to touch the floor. You moseyed over to the curtains of your room and pulled them back. It was barely morning at all, dark and dusky, fog obscuring the lamps lighting the path out into the distance from your remote home. A smile weaved its way across your face. It was okay that you were up early.
