Finding Paradise [km.Nj]

3. The dream

Minah's pov:

Present:

It was dark.

The blackness that had enveloped me seemed endless as if I was blind. I put my hand on my chest attempting to calm my anxious heart.

A futile attempt that was.

I took a step forward, cautiously outstretching my left hand wishing I would touch something, anything that would help me figure out where I was. Hoping that the lights would turn on anytime, I blinked hard to get my vision straight. I could feel the anxiety coiling inside me as I took gulps of deep breaths, feeling like the air was out of oxygen.

It was eerily quiet which I very much disliked. Not that I liked unusual sounds in the dark but the quietness seemed to disturb me a lot. Even though I was almost blind, I could feel like I was in a big open space, more disorienting than a small room.

Suddenly, I heard a sound echoing through space, the terror grappling me strongly. I felt light piercing through my whole body, too much of it all at once, that I shielded my eyes from it.

As my vision got better, I looked around, slowly taking my surroundings in. My eyes widened as I realized where I was.

It was the dream. That same dream. The dream I'd been getting for almost two years ever since I met him.

The place always changed but the story was almost the same. I would meet him, make myself believe that it was real even though my brain was aware that it was a dream. We would get close to each other, close enough to hear each other's frantic heartbeats and as soon as we touched, I disappeared.

Just like that. I woke up. Back into reality.

The short time we had annoyed me all the way back to reality, and it replayed like a broken tape in my mind for the rest of the day. A part of me was frustrated that I couldn't talk to him or get to know him as I disappeared and another part of me blamed myself endlessly for not trying to do further.

A small smile crept to my face as I let my hands fall from my face. I took a breath of relief as I began to feel comfortable standing where my dream had taken me this time.

A stage.

A big one to be exact.

It was their concert stage. Did that mean that they perform here all the time? this stage? My eyes wandered to the cold empty seats and the long lonely stage. Everything was so small from here.

I smiled again thinking of the endless fun they had during their concerts.

If only I was there.

Loud footsteps echoing through the stage, broke me from my thoughts.

It was him.

Excitement bubbled up inside of me as I thought of seeing him again. It had been weeks since I saw him. I turned around, my grin widening, my feet breaking into a short run.

It's na-

"Minah?" a familiar voice called

I stopped in my tracks abruptly as I saw the person standing a few feet away from me. My smile turned into a small frown as I looked at him confused. "Jimin," I spoke softly.

Can we talk now? Why didn't it work before?

He walked over to me with a small smile curling his lips. I stood there frozen on the spot not believing that I was seeing Jimin and not Namjoon. It was always Namjoon. Every week.