"Fuck! Everything is becoming a reality?! My dreams are coming true! I dreamt about kissing Jeon Jungkook last night and it happened today! I kissed my childhood-slash-adulthood enemy! Fucking pinch me, Yoongi!!!!"
Or when, Kim Taehyung got the pow...
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"Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck!!" Taehyung groaned, holding his head as he tried to recall the dream he had just had.
In that dream, he saw himself and Jungkook kissing, the freshman party buzzing in the background. The loud music had faded into silence as he kissed Jungkook's glossy lips. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the taste or the exact feel of Jungkook's lips.
"Stop thinking! Just stop thinking!" Taehyung slapped his cheeks hard, trying to shake off the lingering sensations. His dreams had been getting increasingly weird lately, but this one was too much.
His phone started ringing. Taehyung picked it up—it was Yoongi.
"Where are you? We need you here," Yoongi said. That's when Taehyung remembered that today was the freshman party. Shit!
"I'll be there in an hour!" Taehyung replied, cutting the call and rushing to get ready.
He got ready for the party, ensuring he wouldn't need to return home for a change of clothes. Planning to have lunch outside, he dressed in a leather jacket over a black shirt, paired with black jeans. He opted for a simple hairstyle, aiming for a straightforward look as his head was already throbbing. With that, he left the house after a quick breakfast, hoping to get through the day smoothly.
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He took his bike today, craving the rush of fresh air against his face as he tried to distract himself from the dream. Despite his efforts, he couldn't stop replaying it in his mind. The memory was as clear as the sky above him, the face of Jungkook when they kissed. It was torturous. He remembered Jungkook's closed eyes, their noses brushing, the way Jungkook's hair fell over his forehead. Every detail was vivid, except for the taste and feel of Jungkook's lips. Why couldn't he remember that? The need to know was unbearable, and his mind kept repeating the scene over and over.
Taehyung gritted his teeth in frustration, anger simmering within him as he sped up his bike. The wind whipped past him, but it did little to clear his thoughts. He felt an insatiable curiosity and a strange yearning to experience the kiss again, to fill in the missing pieces. His mind's relentless loop of the dream was driving him to the edge, leaving him both frustrated and confused. Taehyung's emotions were a chaotic mix of longing, irritation, and a desire for clarity, making it hard to focus on anything else.
"Where's Yejoon?" Taehyung asked as he walked into the hall where the party was about to happen. He strode with an air of authority, as if he owned the place.
"Getting a facial. Said he wants to look handsome tonight," Seo-joon replied, causing Jhope and Yoongi to burst into laughter.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. Yejoon's desperation for Jungkook was irritating. In the past three days, Yejoon had been relentlessly pursuing Jungkook, asking for his number, his address, and if he had a lover. The constant hounding was driving Taehyung to the brink.
