Romeo and Cinderella

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final

She felt her body on the ground as pain burst all over her. In her ear there was a loud beep, painful beep. She struggled opening her eyes with a severe headache attacking her mercilessly.

"Are you okay?" She heard a familiar voice making her eyes snapped open as every pain disappeared in an instance like they never even took place. Pushing herself up, she saw him stood before her. This time not as a child who was wearing his worn out denim jumper rather as an adult, glamored with his black slacks and coat. He was still devastatingly handsome, hair waxed up, lips on an overly sexy smirk.

"Minho..." She murmured.

Brushing his hair with his fingers, he smiled and this time genuinely. A smile formed in her lips, pushing herself to stand as she dusted herself off. Surprised that she was clad in the white gown he sent her yet there was no blood in her dress.

"Okay, I got to admit this is damn weird." She allowed herself to chuckle. Strange, how she felt so at ease with him. Weird, how her urgue of wanting to punch and beat him shitless was all gone. Was it because of how he smiled? Or was it because for some unknown reason his aura felt so serene right now?

"Long time, no see?" he chuckled. He felt so different, so peaceful and something told her that she was finally meeting the real him.

"I just saw you in the seniors' night! You fucking shot me!" she exclaimed then realized how she was not feeling any pain. Looking down, her gown was white. No blood or anything. She looked all over the place, there was nothing there, nothing but white and they both stood like a sore thumb. "Where are we?" she turned to him.

Minho shrugged, "Beats me." He chuckled lightly as the wind blew hard and soon they were in a middle of an endless flower field, blue sky hanging above them with huge, beautiful clouds.

"Oh no!" Dara looked at him in horror upon realizing one thing. "Don't tell me... we're..."

"Could be," Minho laughed before falling to grass and lying down in the most relax way.

"No! if we're dead, hell is supposed to be hot right? Like real hot with the lake of fire and all..." Dara weakly slumped next to him. Minho pushed himself to sit up while laughing.

"You're really weird! What the hell did those people like about you anyways?" Dara rolled her eyes

"Maybe, I am not as evil as you are!" Minho shook his head still chuckling.

"But well, you're not."

"I know that but where are we? So, we're really..." she swallowed the lump formed in her throat. "Jiyong..." she sighed.

"You love him that much?" his voice turned a little serious but there was still this peaking smile on his lips.

"None of your business." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Minho pushed himself to stand up and picked little blue flowers before giving it to her. "You know what's that called?"