Was this heart of mine only made to be broken?
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Have you ever had a dream so real you were confused when you woke up?
That's exactly how Jung Hoseok felt the moment he opened his eyes to the blinding sun rays trying to enter his bedroom.
It was the first time in a long time that he had woken up so relaxed.
So rested he couldn't even make out if the events that happened last night were real or just a fragment of his wild imagination.
Hoseok slowly ran his hand over to other side of his bed and through his silk sheets but all he found was emptiness.
No trace of anything...
...or anyone at that.
But even so, his mind was still fixated on the image of that girl.
Her dress..
Her hair...
Her skin...
Her soft lips...
He snapped out of his thoughts as he rubbed the remainders of his sleep from the eyes and walked to the bathroom.
The first thing that grabbed his attention was the reflection of himself in the mirror. His collarbone had freshly-made purple marks and some faint red ones indicating that something had really happened last night.
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