Don't Wake Me Up -❃- ^^ Lee Dong Wook ^^

"I know you"

Could she handle facing him in real life, knowing that their connection had once existed in the realm of dreams? What if he remembers me? Her emotions in a turmoil.

Despite the lingering uncertainty, Yuri's curiosity and excitement ultimately won out. With a determined nod, she composed a reply accepting the invitation, her fingers trembling slightly as she hit send.

As she leaned back in her chair, a sense of anticipation filled her, mingling with a tinge of apprehension.

The prospect of meeting Dongwook face-to-face, once a figment of her imagination, now loomed tantalizingly close, promising a collision of dreams and reality unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

The day of the premiere arrived, casting a surreal glow over Yuri's apartment as she prepared to meet Dongwook once again.

With a mixture of nerves and excitement, she stood before her mirror, carefully selecting her outfit for the occasion.

After much deliberation, she settled on a chic ensemble, accentuated by the same blue crystal locket she had discovered in her cupboard-a tangible link to the mysterious connection she had shared with Dongwook in her dreams.

"Perfect" blowing her cheeks, she fixed her hair one last time before heading out.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Yuri stepped out of her apartment and into the bustling streets below. The anticipation of what lay ahead coursed through her veins, propelling her forward into the unknown.

As she made her way to the venue, the weight of the locket around her neck served as a silent anchor, grounding her amidst the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

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Inside the bustling venue, Yuri navigated through a sea of people, her eyes scanning the room in search of familiar faces.

As she conducted interviews with various actors and industry insiders, her anticipation grew with each passing moment. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of activity, a familiar figure caught her eye-a silhouette that stirred a cascade of memories deep within her.

There he was-Lee Dongwook, the object of her dreams and the subject of countless fantasies. Dressed in a sleek black suit with his hair slightly longer than she remembered, he exuded an aura of effortless charm and magnetism.

Though his presence felt simultaneously familiar and distant, Yuri's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, her pulse quickening with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

As Dongwook greeted her with a warm smile, Yuri felt a rush of emotions wash over her-joy, disbelief, and a hint of longing mingled together in a tumultuous whirlwind of sensation.

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"Mr. Lee Dongwook," she began, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her chest, "it's an honor to meet you."

Dongwook's eyes crinkled in a warm smile as he returned her handshake. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss...?"

That voice.

"Yuri," she supplied, feeling a surge of warmth at the genuine kindness in his gaze. "Please, call me Yuri."

"What drew you to this role?" she inquired, her gaze steady as she met Dongwook's eyes. "And what was the most challenging aspect of portraying your character?"

Dongwook's expression grew thoughtful as he considered her question. "Ah, well," he began, his voice smooth and measured, "the role certainly presented its challenges. But it was the character's depth and complexity that initially drew me in-the chance to explore the intricacies of his psyche, to delve into the depths of his soul."

Yuri nodded, captivated by his words. "And how did you prepare for such a demanding role?"

Dongwook's eyes lit up with a flicker of excitement. "Research," he replied simply.

A smile beamed on her face. "And what would you like to say to your fans?" she asked.

Dongwook's eyes landed on the camera ahead of them and a smile curled his lips, "Keep loving us like you always have." he blew an awkward kiss to the camera before his lips turned into a line.

As the camera clicked off for a brief moment, a flicker of intimacy settled between Yuri and Dongwook, their faces momentarily shielded from the public eye. In that fleeting instant, Dongwook's gaze softened, his eyes alight with a spark of recognition.

"I know you," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the hum of the surrounding crowd.Yuri's heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind racing with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Could it be? Had he somehow recognized her from their dreamlike encounters?

But before she could entertain the possibility, Dongwook continued, his tone warm and familiar.

"I know you from social media," he clarified with a gentle smile, his words dissipating the tension that had momentarily hung between them.

Relief flooded through Yuri, mingling with a tinge of disappointment at the realization that their connection was rooted not in the realm of dreams, but in the digital landscape of social media fandom.

"Ah, yes," she replied, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "I'm a big fan of your work."

Dongwook's smile widened, genuine warmth lighting up his features. "Thank you," he said graciously, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"It's always a pleasure to meet a fan."

With a final nod, Dongwook turned away, seamlessly transitioning back into the role of the charismatic celebrity. But for Yuri, the brief exchange left an indelible imprint-a fleeting moment of connection that lingered in her thoughts long after the cameras began to roll once more.

As Yuri watched Dongwook disappear into the crowd, a sense of bittersweet resignation settled over her.

Though their encounter had not unfolded as she had imagined, the memories of their dreamlike connection continued to linger, woven into the fabric of her being like an invisible thread binding her heart to his.

With a final glance around the bustling venue, Yuri took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable return to reality.

Though her journey had been filled with twists and turns, highs and lows, she knew that the path forward held endless possibilities waiting to be discovered.

As she stepped out into the cool night air, the echoes of laughter and conversation fading behind her, Yuri felt a newfound sense of clarity wash over her.

Though her encounter with Dongwook had been fleeting, it had ignited a spark within her-a spark of creativity, of passion, of endless potential.

I'll make it real, Dongwook-ah.

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