ILLUSION

Description

Unhappy with her life, 19 years old Kwon Yuri goes to sleep one night, and wakes up years later in a world where she's married to Jung Yunho with a child. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember anything. Is this dream world truly just a dream?

Foreword

Title: ILLUSION

Author: --HarajukuDoll-- (Tammy)

Genre(s): Romance, mystery.

Yuri stumbled in her dark college dorm room at 2:30 a.m. She was in the horrible state where she hadn't completely sobered up yet, but was starting to already feel the traces of a hangover. Her roomate wasn't there. Of course. Yuri had pretty much drove her out of their dorm. She was always coming in late, bringing home random guys, and stealing her roomate's clothes without asking. Yuri felt a little bad about it. She didn't try to act like such an inconsiderate , it just seemed to come naturally.

The first thing she needed to do was take a burning hot shower and wash off all traces of the sleezy frat boy whose bed she'd just climbed out of. She didn't really know why she was keeping up this act either. It wasn't what she wanted to be, but it was just easy. She didn't have to worry about relationships or love. She didn't have to worry about getting her heart broken. She'd only cared about one guy, Jung Yunho. But he'd never loved her back, and only proved to hurt her. She was at the beginning of her sophmore year as a drama student at University of Seoul now, and high school was behind her. She reminded herself of this often.

"Time to grow up, Kwon Yuri." she'd tell herself. She knew it was true. But that didn't stop her from dwelling on the past and how things turned out often.

She missed her brother, Kwon Ji Yong, too. He was at Juliard in New York City. She'd always thought she'd end up there. That was yet another aspect of her life that hadn't turned out the way she'd planned. Ji Yong was busy at his demanding art school, but happy. Unfortunately though, he rarely had time to talk long with his sister back home. Or at least, that was what he said when she called him. She hoped he hadn't built up too much resentment towards her after all those years she'd bossed him around, and tried to control every decision he made. He was probablly relishing in his Yuri-free zone, miles away from his tortuous sister.

Yuri needed to take a shower, she reminded herself. But she couldn't make herself head back into the hallway to journey to her floor's bathroom. She kicked off her shoes and fell on to her bed, still fully clothed with makeup. She pulled the covers up to her chin. She felt nauseaous. She'd probablly wake up in a couple of hours, vomiting up all the vodka shots and pink cosmos she'd downed that night.

She rolled over on her side. She could smell the heavy alcohol on her breath. She felt dirty and was regretting having slept with that guy tonight. She should have taken the night off and stayed indoors, watching a few romantic dramas and eating some microwave popcorn. Oh god, why had she thought of popcorn? For a second, she thought she was going to throw up right then, but her stomach settled again.

She closed her eyes and tried to lull herself to sleep. But her mind continued to scream at her. She was disgusted with herself; she hated herself. She had been queen at Seoul High. And now she, Kwon Yuri, for whom everyone had held the highest expectations, was an epic failure.

Yuri tried to push all thoughts out of her head and clear her mind. She couldn't start analyzing her life path right now, this late at night. If she did, she thought she might jump off the top of her dorm building. She layed still in one position, somewhat uncomfortably, for some time. Gradually she fell into a much needed slumber, one which grew deeper and deeper as her breath grew shallower and shallower.

Yuri woke up the next morning. Suprisingly she didn't feel hung over at all. In fact, she was more comfortable than she ever was this morning. She decided not to open her eyes, but instead stretched her legs out, and decided to try to enjoy a few more hours of sleep if she could.

Suddenly though, her breath hitched as she felt a pair of strong arms reach across her and pull her near to him. Who was that? Was it that frat guy? She opened her eyes abruptly, looking wildly around. She wasn't in her dorm at all. She didn't know where she was. She sat up quickly in the bed, gazing around the room.

"Morning babe." the guy behind her said sleepily. Yuri turned around to see who the voice belonged to.

"Yunho?" She asked, in complete shock.

"Yuri." he replied, smiling at her, and making light of her tone.

"Did we sleep together?" she asked him. How could she not remember.