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"no !" the cries of irony filled the small apartment as (y/n) slammed her hand's Down on her expensive jimin plushie pillow "two months twelve hours and three days wasted!" she wined grabbing at her hair
Once again (y/n) wasted all of her money on the newest novel of the seven heart series "I can't believe this he just stood there"
She waved her hands in the air like a crazy person "yoongi just stood there ! he's obviously in love with ophelia how could he just stand there while seokjin confessed his love"
(y/n) frowned looking down at the dark brown book Trimmed with golden flecks "it can't end like this it's cant"
Warm tears escaped her cloudy eye's she clutched the book to her chest
Suddenly a gold light consumed (y/n)'s body ❦
boom ! a loud sound emitted in the corridor of the castle
"ow!" (y/n) yell rubbing her backside feeling the coldness of the marble floors beneath her
'what ?' she thought expecting the warm comfort of her blanket looking around (y/n) silently panicked as
She was not in her tiny studio apartment in fear she shot up her mouth agape
At the large fresco painted on the ceiling the warm crème color walls with hues of brown and ivory
Little specs of gold and silver placed on the carvings of the wall (y/n) could recognize this
Place from anywhere she was in the castle of her favorite romantic fiction
But that's it fiction as in not real so why was she here?
was it the doing of a god that felt pity for the young girl
Or some sort of dream
either way she was going to enjoy it she slowly made her down the passageway
If she was right the ballroom was just a few steps from where she was
she stood in front of a grand pair of French doors just as impressive ass the walls and building itself
she pushed as hard as she could but the doors just wouldn't budge
frowning she ran down the corridor smiling as she saw
A pair of glass doors looking out to tons of greenery
opening the door shivering from the cold air
walking into the garden letting her feet touch
The cold brick floor
Slowly making her way through the trees
closing her eyes smelling the fresh air so clear
A smile forming on her face as she looked up at the sky above her
her hand shading her from the harsh ray of the sun
"so this is the city of utopia" placing her hair behind her ear
As her face flushed from the cold "what is a pretty maiden like yourself doing here"
a soft voice came behind her (y/n) nervously turned around
too see a soft featured blond haired boy with kind eyes smelling the sweet smell of perfumes and wearing high fashioned clothes
A small smile appeared on her face as she approached the boy
