Moonchild ∞ pjm

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That night I dreamt of the most beautiful place. I dreamt of the stars. Exactly like Yoongi had said, for someone who has spent their entire life on Earth the stars are unimaginable. Forming a description is impossible, there is nothing I could ever say or write that would completely capture even a sliver of the stars beauty.

The stars are like swimming in the ocean with no fear of drowning or sharks. The stars are like walking in the dark with no fear of the world around you. In the stars fear doesn't exist.

Waking up left me begging to go back to sleep. I refused to move, to open my eyes in hopes I could see the world of burning diamonds one last time. The dream gave me a security I've never felt before, it made me wonder what 'home' was supposed to feel like.

Vega had left a note on the door saying she left early for a breakfast date. It made me realize how hungry I was. Since my ramen meal yesterday I haven't had anything to eat. My brain was more focused on the dream I was promised and the star hanging from my neck.

My hand feels at the necklace as I search my room for clothes. Jadu is still asleep, she would never wake up before 10 o'clock. The sky outside is a dark gray, small raindrops are already forming on my window. I dress warm before pouring food into Jadu's bowl for whenever she decides to wake up.

My shoes were loud as I walked out of my room. The dorm hallways were quiet with the occasion person walking out of their doors to go to morning classes. It was almost surreal being here. Walking down the stairs and out of the dormitory the air outside was violently cold.

Small gusts of wind blew my hair into my face. I tried to pull my jacket closer around myself but it was already as close as it could get. The layers I had on were barely keeping me from freezing. I could feel my nose getting colder, I sniffled every few steps.

But regardless of the cold and unbearable weather, the campus looked beautiful today. The grass was greener than it's ever been and the trees were all filled with blossomed flowers. Petals rained down with the sprinkling water being crushed under the feet of students.

My painting class smelt more like coffee than paint today. For a monday morning I was surprised to see as many people in the classroom. This weekend numerous parties were thrown on and off campus, it was evident many students were reaping the rewards from a long weekend of binge drinking.

Yun was seated in the back, like she is every class. Her feet are resting on the table seat beside her, she's staring at her paper coffee cup until I push at her feet.

"Morning." I smile softly as I take my seat beside her. My hands are covered in paint still from the first week of classes.

"Can you believe it's only the second week of school?" Yun returned her gaze to her empty coffee cup. "Last week felt like an eternity."

I picked at the red paint staining the back of my hand. "Yeah." I nodded my head as I continued to look at my hands. The paint wasn't coming off but I kept trying. "Did you do anything this weekend?" I tried to make eye contact but got too nervous.

"I did actually." Her voice sounded light and happy. I forced myself to look at her. "I went on a date, sorda."

She had a love struck smile on her face. "What do you mean sorda?"

"Well we didn't do like a movie and dinner. We went on a mini road trip." She looked at me her smile never leaving her face. "Right after classes on Friday we got on a train to Busan. We walked around the city and got an early dinner at some cheap ramen place then we got on the train again and came back."

There was a sparkle in her eye as she talked. She was happy I could feel the energy radiating off of her. Who ever she spent that night with she obviously had very strong feelings for.