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Even after I had had the medicine, I lost count of the times I fell under and came to intermittently.
However, when I finally felt aware of myself, I felt a lot more better.
The japchae Jae had sent was the most delicious japchae I'd ever had. And it turned out that the lack of energy was resolved only after a good hearty meal which I hadn't exactly had in a few days.
After a hot shower, I started to tidy my room up which had turned into a pig sty in just a day.
Some good music (BTS) on and I was working effortlessly.
I looked at the clock to see if I had enough time before I went to work.
And then, I sighed.
Although I never actually vocalized my thoughts, yet with every passing day, I kept losing hope of ever meeting BTS.
It didn't help that I was growing tired of juggling numerous jobs and university, where I was bullied every day.
I knew from the get go that it was a far fetched dream... so why did it hurt now that I was realizing slowly it was time to let go?
As House of cards played, soundless tears fell on my cheeks.
How much longer was I supposed to hold the torch for something that had the odds of it never happening more prominent?
And what for? The person I wanted to sing for might never even hear it but everyone else was. It wasn't even like I wanted to be a singer.
I guess the only good thing I got out of all this is Jae.
And a smile played upon my lips despite the deep twinge of loss of my dream.
Finally done with the chores, I sprawled on the bed and realized I hadn't told Jae I was feeling better now. Crap.
