The K-Pop Dream

*HORA POV*

Waking up from a dream, which is more of a flashback that her mind is looking at without her consent.

She turns to see an empty space, as she wonders what time it is that Dylan still hasn't arrived.

Turning her back to check the time on her phone from the beside table, it has only been thirty minutes since she went to bed.

She sighs as she tries to go back to sleep.

It's strange. How empty she feels with him not here.

Lurking by her phone in hope that he send a message. That never came..

Minutes, and hours pass.

She finds herself extremely anxious today. She doesn't know what's making her feel this way.

It's unexplainable.

Something just doesn't seem right.

Surely there shouldn't be anything major going on right, an announcement would surely have come.

But there is just silence. Bastard.

Ringing up Yuri-unnie, she says that after shooting last night he went to have supper with a few of his co-stars.

Captain Ri, confirms same, saying that he took Won-unnie home at the night.

He ... was with.. Won....

And he didn't come home.

'No no no, Baechu. It's not that he wouldn't do that.'

Trying to get any distracting thoughts out of her head. She runs a warm bath which turns cold before getting dressed and heading to her daily morning practice.

Around 9 a.m, when she arrives at the dance studio, but despite her best attempts she can't seem to focus.

Making mistake after mistake.

Unlike the perfectionist that she is, today is an off day. So much so that even those around her notice.

\"Choo-ah, are you okay?\" asks a younger female.

Looking in her direction, She see's that it's Surri.

Gulping down the sickening feeling that is ever growing, She answers \"I'm ... fine\"

\"Unnie\" Surri raises her hand, out of concern, to her older friends forehead feeling her temperature \"You aren't. You are heating up. And you look like you never got any sleep. I think you really need to go home and get some rest.\"

\"I'm fine!\" She smacks Surri's hand, completely out of character.

\"Unnie\"

Surri looks wronged and she is.

She didn't mean to, Dylan still hasn't contacted her. She can't help but worry.

\"Sorry Sorry I just....\" Cutting her speech off, her phone's ringtone grabs her attention, as she races to see who it's from.

Seeing the name light up. She can't help but find some relief.

Answering bristly as excitement grows on her face \"Mr Park! You are in so much trouble!\"

Expecting to hear his joking voice in response, she only hears silence.

Looking to the caller ID again, she confirms it's from him.

\"Dylan... are you there?\" She ask less confidently than before.

\"Dylan.. Answer me. Honey, please\" She doesn't know why but she finds herself desperately pleading.

\"Choo-ah\" A female's broken voice come's through the receiver, She recognizes it almost immediately.

Noticing the tone in her voice, her heart drops, as she continues to speak \" D-Dylan. There was an accident... He is .... he is not waking up... He needs you... \"

The world around her suddenly loses color, as her worst of nightmares seems to have come to life.

Dropping the phone to the ground, she looks towards Surri, as she tries to hold back any tears forming.

A fruitless expenditure, as she soon crumbles to her knees breaking down right then and there.

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*WON POV*

The front door shuts as his back disappears.

*Sigh*

I guess this is how it feels to get rejected huh.

Not as bad as I thought it be.

A weight has been lifted off my shoulder.

In my 21 years of living, this has been my most courage moment ever.

'Good Job, Moon Won' I can't help but sincerely praise myself.

Standing up from my seat, I take a deep breath and get ready to clean the dishes.

I then note that Dylan forgot his phone.

Picking it up, I see a picture of him and Choo blissful, jealousy rises but I bite my tongue.

Taking the elevator to the bottom floor, I hope to catch him before he leaves.

As I step out on the ground floor, I feel the ground shake as I hear the screeching of tires and the sound of crash vibrates through the nearby neighborhood.

As I look towards the wreckage, the car is embedded into the wall as concrete comes tumbling down on it.

Slowly I walk towards the dust cloud uncontrollably, as the sight of the driver seems surreal.

My steps grow faster and faster.

\"Dylan! Dylan!\" I scream as I begin full on sprinting towards the wreck, \"NO! God please let him be okay.\"

Pulling on the damaged handle, I can't open the door so I hit on the window trying everything to keep his attention.

The blood pours down his face, despite that his eyes reassure me that everything will be okay.

Slowly his head begins tilting down.

As I try desperately to keep him awake.

\"HELP ! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP HIM! \"