Art Lovers, 24 hours (BTS / V / KTH ) (Completed 7 parts)

(2) What Dreams May Come

(Chicago CST)

I can't concentrate very well for the rest of the day. My mind is filled with thoughts of our long conversation. I can't believe I felt so relaxed speaking to him on the phone for almost two hours but it just felt natural, unlike most of my conversations with men. Almost from the moment he asked to see me, it felt like I'd known him for years. He was so calm and so curious about the museum and eager to hear what I thought of each piece. Maybe he doesn't get to spend much time talking about these things in his average day. I have an idea that his days are planned out for him by someone else and he is told how many things he has to accomplish. He follows the schedule given to him, and has very little time to himself. Maybe, in those quiet moments when he's all alone, it might be hard to know what to do with yourself. I'm sure he couldn't have had enough time to get much sleep. But I'm so thankful I got to share a small bit of private time with him.

He definitely seemed to be flirting with me at times. He's probably very aware of how attractive he is, laying on his bed, staring up at the phone in the darkness, speaking so soft and low. Did he recognize how well it worked on me or did I play it cool enough?

I lay awake before bed that evening thinking about the day, and our talk, and wondering when and if he really will contact me tomorrow. What time it is in Korea? What if this is a game he plays, and by now he will have moved on and forgotten about our talk. Maybe it wouldn't mean as much to him as it does to me. Back and forth, my mind torments me: at times giddy with excitement and thrilled with the attention he gave to me and no one else, but at other times, feeling foolish for thinking he could really be interested in me, half a world away.

I can't help but to keep checking my phone, Instagram, Twitter, and Weverse, trying to see if by chance he's updated anything. When will he wake up in Seoul? Will I be sleeping? What if I don't get to sleep and he calls and I look terrible and puffy? I can't shut off my brain!

Ok, get a grip Aria. He's just a guy, a very talented, famous and attractive guy, but he's just a guy and you're a girl, and you had a great conversation, but if nothing else comes from it that's just how it is. Ok, now I can go to sleep after that dose of realism. I put the phone out of reach, I will hear it if he calls.

I wake in the early morning, confused at the bright sky, wondering if it was all a dream. I grab my phone to see and -TRAGEDY!!! The phone wasn't on charge and now it's dead! What if he did call and since I didn't pick up so he thinks I'm not interested?! Wow, how ridiculous I feel now.

Where is my iPad?! I fall out of my bed and dump my bag out onto the floor quickly scanning through the items until I find the iPad...Dead. The world is cruel and unforgiving! I overreact. I slump back down next to the bed and check my watch for the time. It's only 8:30am here, maybe he hasn't even tried to call. I plug in both the devices and resign myself to making coffee, unable to connect to anyone without my phone. I wouldn't even tell anyone about the call, how could I, it would sound entirely made up. I don't need that kind of ridicule in my life, particularly if he never calls again.

I sit down at the breakfast bar to wait for the coffee to bring me to life and to think. I just ended things with my boyfriend of almost 2 years because he found someone else he preferred to spend time with. I considered asking him to move in with me only a few days before I found the messages online from three other girls... And, now, I'm acting like a complete idiot over a few moments with some famous KPOP idol who probably does this for a laugh and will never interact with me again. I shudder. What has my life become? When I was younger, I really felt like the world was mine for the taking...I was ambitious, and talented, I was attractive, and driven. No one ever made me feel like I was just some average person living an average life, I always felt like I was going to do something incredible and change the world.