Some people dream every night; some people almost never have dreams.
Back when Jungkook was a young lad, he was the latter type.
He was born from a family with a background in the security bureau, he was handsome, and didn't have any obstacles in life. Jungkook was open-minded and did things the way he liked.
Only those who have many thoughts would have a bunch of messy dreams this was what he thought.
Until the day he met her on his way back to the police academy from the station.
That night, Jungkook had a dream.
He dreamt that he was chasing after that proud and pretty girl. He grabbed her hand and didn't let go. When he woke up, he rubbed his hair in satisfaction. After all, wasn't this how you pursued a girl?
Later, he dreamt about her more and more.
After having coffee with her during the day, he would dream about kissing her lips at night; after following her at night, which could be considered as taking a walk together, he would dream about her lying in his embrace and chatting with him.
One of his buddies commented: Jungkook, those aren't dreams. You've been suppressing yourself for too long. You're feeling aroused.
Jungkook scolded back: Scram.
He knew very well that his feelings of love were out of impulse, but it wasn't all out of impulse.
It seemed different from those other young masters of wealthy families; they would fall in love without any commitments; if this one didn't work out, there would always be another one. But only the 20-year-old Jungkook knew how passionate his love was.
Of course, he later had one or two......more dreams. Therefore, he also had this kind of experience: after waking up in the morning, Young Master Jeon would be washing his bed's fitted sheet expressionlessly at the laundry room in the dormitory of the police station.
In the years after losing her, Jungkook often had dreams.
There would always be a woman in his dreams; her face would be blurry accompanied with crisped sounds of laughter. He could never hear or see her clearly, and he couldn't hold on to her.
Night after night; year after year.
Her face became more and more blurry. The feelings she brought him gradually drifted as time passed; they slowly seeped deeply into his bones and became hard to make out.
Only that dialogue he had with her became clearer and clearer, engraved into his mind.
"Let's get married after you graduate," he said, "I won't marry anyone else but you in my life. "
And she looked at him with the gentlest expression while saying, "You wish! Have I agreed? Let's see how you perform from now and onwards."
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