I shook my head and I went to my bathroom, After bathing I dressed my winder clothes, I took my backpack and went out. As I walk I can’t help put to shed some tears, People were looking at me. I wiped my tears as I sat on the bus, looking out the window… I thought to myself…   Have he ever dreamt of me? Was he real? Was KAI even real?

    Days passed, I haven’t moved on. I kept on writing fanfictions until I made fanfictions, they were all sad that made my readers cry an ocean. Many of my readers ask how I create such a sad story, this my secret: Him.   Mr. dongho look alike of my dreams