Prologue

In your dreams, you are adored.

In my dreams, I am loved.

In your dreams, you are immortal.

In my dreams, we are infinite.

In your dreams, you rule the world.

In my dreams, we collect the stars.

In your dreams, you own the universe.

In my dreams, we have each other.

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Aeri’s POV

I sat in front of my dresser and stared at myself. Still wrapped in my towel after a good hot bath, I scrutinized my tired face. I mentally cursed my visible eyebags and wondered whether it was possible to conceal them. Oh, I still hadn’t decided what to wear yet. I rushed to my closet and looked through piles of clothes, yet still couldn’t find anything to wear. Growing frustrated, I plopped myself on my bed to take some time for thinking.

It wasn’t even my first date, but I was so confused about what to wear or how I would look in front of my boyfriend. Wait, or was it my first date? Ah, no, definitely not. We’ve been on a few dates before this one. And a few others that were supposed to be dates but then were cancelled because of his sudden additional or change of schedules. Yes, a few dates in almost five years. Is that normal? I don’t know. Well, things are generally far from normal when you’re secretly dating an idol. Especially if he had zillionth fangirls who would kill to be close with him. Especially if he was Min Suga from BTS. I had to it up since I love him so much, and I never really mind, really. Only sometimes, just sometimes, I wished that he would have just always been the ordinary Min Yoongi.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A warm stream of tear suddenly rolled down my temple. Wait, was I crying? Why would I? In fact, I was extremely happy when Yoongi texted me that afternoon, saying that he had missed me so much and that he wanted to have a movie date with me. It’s been months since the last time I saw him, and it’s been days since the last time he contacted me. I even cancelled my appointment with my friends immediately because I knew it was a rare chance for me to meet my own boyfriend face to face; not through the TV or computer screen.

I got up and sighed dramatically.

“Okay, let’s calm down. I have enough time to get ready,” I convinced myself.

I walked back to my closet and took out the dress I bought a few weeks before. It was a simple two-toned a-line dress. The upper part was white – which is Yoongi’s favorite color, while the lower part was peach. It had this pretty ruffle detail around its neckline that I fell for the first time I saw it. After I had put it on, I went back to the dresser to do my make-up and hair. Nothing much, just some basics (including a good dab or two of concealer under my eyes, of course) with a teeny-tiny bit of eyeliner and mascara. I also put on some natural-colored blush and my favorite peach lipstick. Ah, my brows! I couldn’t skip them. Okay, now they sounded like much, but they weren’t; I swear. I put my hair down and decided to just straighten it to keep a natural look. My boyfriend was never a fan of hot-y-chic-with-high-definition-make-ups-and-branded-this-and-that image. He meets those kind of girls everyday; I mean, he’s an idol and seeing gorgeous girlbands with y-stick figures in mini skirts and fishnet stockings is not something so posh for him. In fact, he doesn’t seem to care much about socializing with them; which made me love him even more. I smiled at the thought as I finished the rest of my preparation.

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I looked at my wrist-watch. It read 9.45 and the movie had started fifteen minutes ago. I held the popcorn bucket closer in my left arm as I sipped my coke that I held in my right hand. I took a seat and put my coke down. I checked my phone for the hundreth time but there was still no news from Yoongi. I bit my lower lip as I stared blankly on the floor. Was it going to be another cancelled date, I wondered hopelessly. I opened my Kakao Talk, mentally pacing back and forth whether I should contact him or not.

“Yoongi-ah . . .” I typed and hesitantly pressed the send button.

Fifteen minutes has passed and there was still no response. Fifteen minutes grew to be almost an hour, but I kept on waiting. I didn’t even know why. It wasn’t even possible anymore to see the movie. I unconsciously let my head down as I felt disappointment swarming all over my chest.

I checked the time again and it was already 12.10. The cinema was really quiet. I looked around and could only see some couples holding hands as they strolled out of the studios. They were chatting and laughing, probably still discussing about the movies they had just finished seeing. I let out a sigh of envy before I took out my phone again.

“Yoongi-ah, it’s okay if you can’t make it this time. Let’s meet again other time, okay? The cinema is almost closed, so I’m going home. Fighting! J” I typed a smiley even though I wasn’t in the mood to. I pressed the send button and exited the cinema. There would be other times, I convinced myself as I ran to catch a cab.

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It was 2.35 a.m. already but I couldn’t sleep yet. I couldn’t help but wondered whether something was up with Yoongi. It wasn’t the first time he didn’t show up without any news, but everytime something like this happened, I couldn’t help but growing anxious. Was it really because of his schedule or did something happen to him? I shook the thoughts off my head and pulled my blanket over my shoulder. I tried to close my eyes once again. A few seconds later, my doorbell rang. I jumped out of my bed because I instantly thought of Yoongi; even though I knew I should have not been expecting for him.

I opened my door without further thoughts and was extremely relieved to find my boyfriend with his exhausted face standing right in front of my doorstep. At that very moment, I didn’t recall any disappointment anymore. All I could feel was a big load of desire to get into his arms in that instant; but I restrained myself.

Yoongi put on a smile. His sulky eyes and gloomy complexion made my heart drop. Without all the make-up that he usually put when he performed on TV programs and stuff, he looked extremely worn out; quite different from the last time I saw him. I smiled back before moving away from the doorstep, allowing him to come in.

“Mianhae, jagiya . . . I kept you waiting as always,” he said as he took off his shoes. It seemed like he didn’t really have a heart to look into my eyes since he had uttered the word ‘sorry’ way too often.

“Aniya, I completely understand,” I gave him a comforting smile.

He stepped closer to me and rammed me with a warm tight hug. It was the feeling I had been longing for every time he was away. It worthed each and every lonely second I’d spent.

We made ourselves comfortable in the couch and I the TV. We wouldn’t be watching TV, but it was just a habit of ours to let the TV on while having conversations. Yoongi’s head was on my lap. He slowly closed his eyes as I caressed his pink hair. I wanted to give him a massage, but he has always detested the idea. He never understood the concept of massaging. “Why would people want to let their bodies get beaten up when they’ve felt quite beaten up enough already?” I smiled as I remembered that question he once asked me when I first offered to massage him.

After a few small talks about things we had been up to, I could see Yoongi slowly drifted away to his dreamland. My lips curled upwards as I observed his peaceful sleepy face. I didn’t know why but I love seeing that face. Out of all his facial expressions, I love his sleeping face the most. Oh wait, his gummy-smile is adorable too. And his squishy angry face was cute too. Wait, I think I like every expression of his.

A few minutes have passed and Yoongi’s phone that he had put on the table earlier suddenly vibrated. I glanced at the screen and there was a message from Namjoon saying that he should be back in at least an hour. I guessed they needed to get ready for their next schedule. I looked at Yoongi’s peaceful face once again. I didn’t have the heart to wake him up so I decided to wait for ten minutes.

Ten minutes has passed. Okay, another ten, I thought to myself. He still had fifty minutes and it only takes around twenty-minutes of taxi-ride from my apartment to his dorm so I guessed there was still enough time.

Only forty minutes left. Another ten, I thought to myself once again.

The third ten minutes flew just like that and I grew worried. First, I couldn’t bear having to wake him up. Second, I still craved for more time with him. I didn’t know how, but Yoongi seemed to feel the change in my body language. He woke up just in time.

“Wae, jagiya?” He asked as he opened only one of his eyes.

“Uhm, there was a text from Namjoon,” I said, making Yoongi immediately shoot up from his lying position. He took his phone and checked it. He let out a sigh before he looked back at me, staring deeply right into my eyes.

“I need to go back,” he said with a regretful look on his face.

“Gwaenchanha . . . I’m always here, you can come back to me anytime,” I said as I tried really hard to hold my tears. I screamed ‘don’t go’ in my head, but of course I couldn’t bear vocalizing it in front of my boyfriend.

“Jagiya . . . What about just moving in with me?” He asked out of the blue. Seeing my puzzled look, he continued, “it would be nice if there are less place for me to visit. If I miss you, I simply go back home, and my home is very close to the company and the dorm.”

I got flustered by the sudden idea, but I didn’t dislike it. I smiled and nodded, making him smile back at me. He marked a kiss on my forehead before leaving.

I still couldn’t sleep after that because of neither sadness nor loneliness; it was because I knew I would be able to see my boyfriend a bit more often in the future.

A/N: Sorry for the slow update, I've had this in my folder, just too busy keeping up with life. *sigh*

A bit of angst for this chapter, I guess (?) LOL

Thank you for your kind supports. As always, I highly appreciate comments and upvotes.

By the way, I suggest listening to Home by Roy Kim when reading this. Enjoy! :)