A Fan's Diary [BIGBANG 'SEUNGRI']

III. It's Dream

I could hear some people murmuring around me, speaking with the language I didn't understand. They sounded worrying.

I tried my best to open my eyes. Yet, as abrupt as the black-out hit me, the realization broke through my mind. Feeling like my stomach was twisted, I buried the thought.

It had to be a dream... He couldn't have been Seungri...

"She hasn't waken!! We need to do something to help her!!"

The screenching voice was so frustrated. I vaguely could catch up what the guy was saying. He spoke Korean. Gosh...where am I?

"Calm down, Seungri....."

Oh I didn't care... my ears couldn't lie to me right? Yet, I heard the other guy in this room mentioned...Seungri? Was it Seungri in the same room with me now? God please tell me it was a dream.

"No, hyung! It's almost an hour and I just can't let her like this!" the guy, who I guessed was Seungri, bellowed.

"Seungri, we're tired. We still have the fanmeeting for tomorrow. If you want to take this girl, then go on. But, don't bring us into this." A voice, calmer, uttered.

"It's okay,hyung. I can handle it."

I didn't understand a word they spoke. But my ears weren't that deaf not to realize how this convo was. The uttered worry and concern were too vivid for me. I got more doubt it was real.

Eventually, I chose to keep fainting, not wanting to wake up from this very beautiful dream.

***

The room was getting deserted. One by one people got to their stay, vanishing the tiredsome they had carried the whole day. No one tried to clean it up. The styrofoam cups were everywhere, empty and messy. The mass of tissue fabrics straggled on the floor. The room pictured the people having used it, how hard they had worked today.

However, there was still this famous guy alone wigwagging so confused. His sleeve was rolled up, hand on his waist while the other massaging his forehead.

"I can't forsake her alone," he grumbled, scratching the back of his head.

Then he grabbed the girl's bag, trying to find anything that could give him a clue about this girl. He got her identity card, studying it as the card wasn't written in any language he could apprehend.

"Chua...." he whispered unconsciously, staring at the greyscale photo printed on the card.

Then he pulled a chair nearby and sat close to the girl. Watching the girl in silence -her round face, pointing nose, small and plump and pinkish lips, not-so pale skin, her bangs covering his forehead. He just realized how black and shining her long hair was. Simply, he was amazed.

His long index finger started brushing the sleeping face so gently, touching the sweating bangs, down to her right eyelid, her cheek, turning to left crossing her nasal bone, to her other side cheek, and eventually resting on the soft plump lips.

How does it taste on mine?

Realizing what the pervert thought crossing his brain, he attempted to cast it out. Thereof certainly could bring about troubesome to him. No way. He had had so many troublesomes to handle off and he didn't want to commit in any.

"Ugh...." the girl growled, her eyes slowly opened. She got her hand to squeeze her brow. Her vision was still blur.

The man put back himself from the girl, stunned on her seat to see any reaction from the girl. He was fighting with himself of what he had to say.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"My head is aching," the girl grumbled.

The man was clueless, cursing himself why he had to lack of English. Now he didn't get what was happening to the girl. He was just left frowned.

"Pardon me?" he stuttered. "I can't understand what you said."

The girl had been fully awake. She was trying to sit down, difficultly. Getting to sit suitable, she digested what had just happened.

The girl turned to the source of the voice. She blinked several times as she had herself dumbfounded.

"It can't be real.... I feel like faint again," she murmured.

"No!!! Please don't!! You already fainted too long!!" the man squeled among his lack of English, almost jumping off from his seat.

"Are you the real Seungri?" the girl questioned, eyes enlarging twice in shock, like fully gagged.

"Yes. I'm sorry for my lack in English," he replied.

"Wait! It can't be you.... I mean... OH MY GOD!!!"

"Hey calm down, okay? Anyway, you said something about your head and I couldn't get it."

The girl hummed, recalling what she unconsciously had said. She vaguely remebered she said her head ached and maybe the man just didn't understand her English.

"Nae moriga appayo..." the girl spoke in her suck Korean.

On the other hand, the man chuckled. "Your korean accent is cute."

She blushed. "Seungri oppa....."

"Yes?"

The girl jumped off from to sofa, bumping her small body on the guy abruptly, circling her arms on the man's neck, her face buried on the man's neck crook, indulging herself into the man's intoxicating scene.

"Neomu saranghamnida."

The man hugged the girl back, inwardly smiling as the unrecognized warmth enveloped himself and, sure, this sense was new for him. What had happened to him?