It all starts with a nightmare, but somehow it feels so much real, till sometime I lost my mind, I can’t separate my dream to reality. Somebody, please help me. I need to continue my life, but not like this.

“Hyung! What are you doing to me? Why do you tie me up? Come on! Stop kidding!” a young boy struggles on the rope around his wrists.

“If I untie that, will you stay here with me?” the older looks at him with smile but his eyes full with lust.

“What are you talking about?” clueless.

“I love you Yunho!”

“…”

“Don’t you love me?” the older look at him with beaming puppy eyes.

“… I… I like you. I mean, you are so kind to me. You are like a brother to me”

“I’m not talk about that kind of feeling. I mean something deeper. The relation with someone you hope to marry with” his voice makes Yunho shivers. Something behind his memories crawls back.

“Hyung, let go of me now! Or I’ll scream”

“Well, we don’t want anyone knows about this, do we? Don’t worry; my parents aren’t in home, but just in case”

“Uagh! Haah” I hate that dream. It sometimes comes up to me. It has been 5 years now, but I can’t forget that. No matter how much I want to get rid of it. Usually I would puke after I wake from that dream. I feel extremely disgusting.

Next week is my first year as college student in Korea. I think I should give it a try. For the same start with my nightmare, I come to my parent’s country. I don’t feel strong connection with that country that way. I didn’t even birth there, and I live abroad. Never stay there more than 2 months. Only try to live for 6 month there and I really sick to leave. However, it all starts because of that moment. I want to get rid of that psychological problem of mine. I have to, or not it will be too late for me. I have to face my problem now. The only way that across my mind is this way. But still, I hope I will never meet him ever again; my nightmare.

I’m going to live with a stranger, completely stranger. He is the grandchild of my grandfather’s friend. Not a close friend with my grandfather, how come he trusted me to a stranger? But even my grandparents don’t know my problem. I keep hiding it and try to solve it by myself. I hate to imagine what people think of me if they know what I was going through. Maybe they’ll pity me, or worse they’ll think I’m disgusting. Even I feel disgusting with myself.

A/N : bad foreword... my first story... TT_TT

and I make Yunho younger thaan Changmin here...

besides... English is not my language... I write for practice...

please help me here..

Thanks.... (bow)