BOOK #3 from TRANSCENDENTAL Series.
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"May I ask you something?" He asked kindly. I nodded at him approvingly. "What is that locket necklace you are always wearing?" He questioned pointing at my necklace.
"It'...
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"What is it?"
"What?"
"You are pouting and having furrowed brows. What is it, Ana?" Jeongin asked me.
Me and Jeongin were sitting in the backseat of the car taking us to the hall where I would be having my performance the next day. As always, I wanted to visit the place and practice there but Jisung didn't allow me to step anywhere near the hall before it was ready and less dangerous. That's why I was having my practice there that late.
"I keep having those dreams but I can't remember them." I looked at him, keeping my thoughtful pout. "I always remember my dreams clearly."
"They are just dreams, Ana." He rolled his eyes then jolted as if he was alerted. He looked at me with now concerned eyes. "Dreams about him?"
"I don't know. I feel like I'm missing something important in those dreams."
"It may be just because you are tired. You may be having lucid dreams. Or because you came back to Paris." He said, patting my head.
I pouted even more and sighed loudly. He knows. I finally let it all out to him a couple of days before when he landed in Paris. We went out after practice and I had the least of drinks but I got wasted anyways and started rambling about Han, Jisung, and my compass. The thing is, Jeongin was pretty sober. So, the next morning I was cornered in my room and interrogated.
When I thought he would never believe me, I found him surprisingly doing. Not totally believe, but at least understand. I mean, who the hell would believe me? Except for that weirdo Han Jisung that doesn't believe in rebirth but believes in ghosts and wandering souls.
I stepped out of my trance once I felt the car pulling over. Peeking through the window, I found that we were at the hall already. Me and Jeongin hopped off the car and started walking inside the building, making our way to the hall's main entrance, with me clutching my violin's case strap. We reached the door, Jeongin opened it for me and we stepped in.
"STOOOP." A loud fat scream echoed through the place, making me and my poor manager jump in the air.
That jumpscare made me drop my precious violin to the floor that landed with a loud thud, making me gasp once I realized how I dropped it. My chest was still heaving when I bent down to catch it. I crouched to the floor and quickly opened the case to check it. I sighed when I found that it was safe and sound.
I darted my eyes at the boy who was giggling from far at the scene. He was trying his best to muffle his laugh but once I glared at him, they all died in a second.
"Lee Minho! Does that sound funny to you?" I uttered, still glaring at him.
"I did nothing!" He shrugged in pretended innocence.
I stood up again and started looking around me for the other culprit who made me jump. My eyes caught him standing on the stage with his cocky smirk plastered on his face. I glared at him angrily as he started taking steps towards us.
