Strings

Episode 7: Dreams Part 2

**Mauve’s POV**

Ever since I started liking Min Yun, the BitiBiti idol, things inside me have changed. It’s like a storm raging wild, but with this unexpected calmness at the core. A strange, silent turmoil that I just can’t put into words. It feels otherworldly, like something extraterrestrial pulling at my soul.

Every now and then, I dream of him. But these aren’t the typical daydreams where you imagine marrying your crush, going on exotic trips, or getting revenge on your enemies. No, my dreams are different.

They say magic is surreal. Sometimes it can’t be explained, and sometimes it’s just a trick your mind plays on you. But when you actually *know* the magic happening to you, it’s like being ripped out of this world, something that makes you believe in extraterrestrials, in fate.

But who do you explain this to? No one. Because magic, by its very nature, defies explanation. When I talk about this magic, I mean the dreams, the ones that feel so real I remember every detail, every tiny piece. The colors, the sounds, the pounding of hearts, clear as day.

I know these dreams carry deeper meanings. They reveal the struggles I’m going to face for falling in love with him. I know the path ahead will be lined with heartache and tears.

Because right now, I don’t know if he has these visions too. I don’t know if the pull I feel is mirrored on his side. I don’t even know if what’s happening is what I think it is. It’s all so messed up and confusing.

What do I call this love? I’m not sure. But I like to call it eternal, because what it does to me goes beyond anything physical.

I haven’t seen him in person. Hell, I haven’t even touched him. Yet somehow, through these dreams, he makes me feel hotter than anyone ever has.

To be honest, I’ve never felt anything like this before. Sure, I know how things work in theory, but I’ve never tried never let myself feel this way.

And even now, I don’t really want to. But it just happens. When I wake up from these dreams, I find myself drenched in sweat, flushed, my muscles cramping and pulsing like I’ve done something wild but I haven’t.

Sometimes it makes me feel shy, embarrassed, even.

But at the same time? I love it. I love how he can work his magic on me, even when he’s not here. Which makes me wonder,

"Oh God, what if when we finally meet, will he really tear me up?

*(Shy blush)*