Here we are.. Again..

Chapter 4

(Taehyung's pov)
it's like a void, a never ending dark void that consumes everything, so you're left feeling nothing. Empty...nothing to subside your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows.. away from everyone because it's emptiness is so consuming it cannot bare to pretend that everything is okay..Nothing is okay..I need her in my arms again , i need to make her mine again , i still remember how she used to be one hundred years ago.. and dear lord nothing changed.. I still have a picture of her in my mind ; walking little steps in front of me ..and me following her ,her silky midnight black hair, plunged over her shoulders..her honey sweet lips...lilac soft ..Her eyes , real windows to the soul ..

I can't forget the day i first met her ..A hundred years ago..
She was the seventh daughter of King Yeonjo of the Joeson dynasty ..
A princess born on the 7th day of the 3rd lunar month wasnt a good thing back then.. They had to keep her in a seperate castle with Lady Sonhui , her mother .

At her 19th birthday , i was sent by her brother Prince Sado who obviously was the only one in her familly who actually loved her, to give her her gift , and to stay by her side and protect her while he and his father were out in war .
The moons delicate light had just turned the world a flame with silver when i saw her .. standing by the lake , looking like an angel under the moonlight .Her eyes , framed by long lashes , were a bright brown and seemed to brighten the world. She seemed the picture of perfection.
Had she smiled , the world would sight with contentment. Had she laughed , the world would laugh with her..And had she wept , the whole world would want to comfort her .
She was stunningly gorgeous , like a painting of a godess brought to life ..She smiled sweetly at me , her eyes sperkling like stars flaunted on the night sky ...

(Jimin's pov)

it's been one week since i first saw her .. And i already can't keep her out of my mind ..That beautiful girl in the elevator , struggling to hold heavy packs with her little soft hands , looking down shily ..she was so quiet that i could hear her little breathing filling the space . Since then .. i wanted to know her , to be her friend , her man, to make her mine..
I took my morning shower and wore my clothes to head out to work . Being a doctor have been taking all my time and my energy ..Even tho since i was a kid i wanted to be a dancer , i'm taking dance classes and i practice at home but i don't think it's enough ..
I wore my shoes and opened the door of my appartement ..when i suddenly realised that something strange was going on inside that girl's appartement .. i heard strange noises inside ..She was crying or screaming i couldnt tell ..So i decided to go check on her , i thought she maybe needed help . I knocked on her door .No answer ..and i still could hear her sobbing.
"- Euh Miss i'm Park Jimin , your neighbor ..euh i ..i just want to know if your okay .."
still no answer ..
i decided to go since she doesnt want to open the door for me ..but suddenly i heard something fell on the ground . i couldnt tell if it was a vase but it was definetely glass .
" Miss if you don't answer me in 3 seconds i'll break the door . 3..2..1.."
i kicked it down and entered ..She was there ..laying on the floor ..i quickly carried her in my hands and took her to my appartement..

Flashback ( y/n's pov ) :

i woke up at 6 again covered in sweat after having that same dream , my body trembled as i made my way to the bathroom and switched on the light.

'why this dream ? i don't understand. '

i thought to myself as i placed two sleeping tablets on my tongue . But before i could swallow them i felt a sudden urge to throw up..i tried fighting it but it was too late .. Is it this time of the month again ?..Pfff i didn't buy any pads ..
I looked at my tired reflection and sighted ..
" maybe i should see a doctor "
After 30 minutes .. i started feeling like there is a tiny man busking in my uterus and has fashioned my fallopian tubed into guitar strings , so he can gently pluck them... constantly .
Day and night. The same tunes , again and again.
Like someone's replacing the cheese on their spag bol my uterus and is ferociously grating it with all the strenght they have because WHY NOT, EH.