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{Lost in the Dream - Monsta X ¦ The Connect: Dejavu}
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"Make me free, make me lean
and baby make me see,
Don't make me lost in the dream
just come let's make a dream"
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Studying law wasn't something Jooheon ever thought he would do, but his parents definitely weren't going to let him pursue music after ranking first in his high school finals so he had to settle with that. On top of that, college wasn't fun either. Every lecture sounded the same to him, no phones allowed in the class that means no music help him kill time. His classmates were either ultra bookworms or spent way too much time out of the class for his liking.
Thank heavens, there was this one person who followed him right from high school to college, who kept him sane - Yoo Kihyun (who has vowed to irritate Jooheon all his life).
Out of all the people Jooheon found a perfect match in Kihyun. Although a complete crackhead, the boy has a philosophical side to him. Sometimes the words that come out of his mouth make him wonder if he really belongs to this era. He is as serious about his studies as Jooheon is so they always have a cut-throat competition. Putting it simply, he knows where to draw a line between fun and seriousness; something that Jooheon masters himself.
They had fixed times for studying where they'd go to the library and sit as far away from each other as they could; now being one.
Clicking his pen Jooheon tried to mug up the never ending list of penal codes in his text. Eyes drooping, his head bobbed down a few times but his lips never stopped chanting the codes silently.
He had to get better grades than Kihyun this time.
Yawning, he straightened his back and reached out for his bottle of water. He removed his prescription glasses and began gulping down water. He let his eyeballs roam freely so his mind could now focus on less boring things. And that's when he saw it.
It lay there perfectly placed on the table. Not too close and definitely not too far off the edge of the vacant table right next to him, almost as if somebody kept it there just for him to explore.
His head turned right and left to check if someone came back to claim it but when nobody did, with a quick movement he swept the diary off the table. The leather covering felt soft in his hands. A thin leather strap struggled to keep the thick book closed. It was relieved off the burden when he gently tugged at it. The pages where slightly brown and curled in at the sides indicating its over usage.
