A Story Between Kyu and Y (1/1)

You met that man a long time ago. So long ago that you actually couldn’t remember since when you knew him. You just met him, one day, and since then he would never leave you for more than one day. The thing was, you were not even going out. You loved each other a lot. But you were not going out. Why? Well, the reason was simple. That’s because that man would only meet you in your dreams. ******************** You remember. You remember how you met him. That night, your dream was stranger, more realistic than usual. The room you were in seemed so real that you knew you could touch the walls. And then, that man entered the room. It was love at first sight. His dark brown eyes, his black hair, his beautiful smile… to you, that man was perfection. He bowed down softly and introduced himself. “Hi, lady. My name is Cho Kyuhyun. What’s yours?” You told him. He repeated your name in a low, deep voice, before he bowed again. “I’m very pleased to meet you.” You spent a lot of time together, and he told you a lot about him. How he was a Korean singer and dancer in that Super Junior group, how he liked gaming and drinking a lot… After a while, he kissed your forehead and even started singing a beautiful song for you. His voice slowly made you fall asleep. It was so soothing. When you opened your eyes, though, the man was not there anymore. You were now in your room. In your bed. Awakening from a beautiful dream, with that beautiful voice singing for you in your memories. That day seemed so sad. The dream you had seemed so real. You spent the day wanting to see him again, and wanting to talk to him again, until, at night, you finally fell asleep after sighing for hours. When you entered your dream, he was there, sitting where you sat the night before, and he looked like he was waiting for someone. You walked to him. “Hey. Are you waiting for someone?” you asked him. He turned, saw you, and suddenly his face brightened with a beautiful smile. He walked to you and hugged you tight, pressing a kiss on your forehead, just like the day before. “There you are! Where were you? I was waiting for you.” You smiled softly, smelling the sweet scent of his cologne, and just savoring the fact that two strong, manly arms were hugging you. “I’m sorry,” you told him. “I’m sorry, I stayed awake a bit longer. Forgive me?” “You’re forgiven, love. Will you stay with me tonight?” You smiled some more. “Sure.” You learnt about him during that night too. He told you about his day, how it had been with his group, how his ‘hyungs’, like he was calling them, were sometimes bugging him, and sometimes taking care of him because he was the ‘maknae’. You told him about your day, about your colleagues, about the fact that you had difficulty falling asleep. He smiled when you said that and, with another kiss on the forehead, he asked you if you wanted to hear him sing a lullaby for you, so you would fall asleep easier. You said yes, of course. How could you even say no to a man with a voice like this one? He sang for you until you woke up. Again. After these two nights, you started seeing him more and more in your dreams. Your dreams with him started getting longer and longer, and more real day after day. After two weeks, you knew you would see him every single night and you started being so gloomy during the day. At work, your colleagues asked you if you were in love. You told them that you were not. After all, that guy was just a dream, wasn’t he? There was no way you could love a guy that was in your dream. Night after night, you would see him, meet him, like him more and more as you learned to know more about him. He was always singing for you when you asked him to, and his beautiful voice would always make you stop worrying about everything. One night, you two became closer. In that special place, you kissed softly, his beautiful heart-shaped lips pressing light, feathery kisses on yours, and his hands and arms pressing you against his body, like he never wanted you to go. You eventually woke up, though. But you knew you would see him again at night. And you did see him again. He greeted you with a kiss. Just like he did every single night after that. It stayed like this for five whole years, until a friend of yours made you watch a music video from a Korean pop group. You didn’t want to watch it at first, because you didn’t like Asian guys that much - except for that guy in your dream, of course. But when you looked at the members of that group, you suddenly made her stop the video on that particular person. Your eyes wide open, you asked her what was the name of the group. “Super Junior. Why? Do you know them?” You didn’t answer. Instead, you asked her who was that guy. “Cho Kyuhyun, the baby maknae of the group!” she told you. You stayed silent. Super Junior. Cho Kyuhyun. Maknae. You knew these words. That man in your dream. Was he… real? That night, you let him talk, not really listening to him. The thought that this man could be real bothered you a lot. There was no way this could be true. There was no way you could actually meet someone in your dream. And there was no way you understood Korean at the moment. And no way that man was speaking English to you at the moment. “Hey, love. Are you all right? You’re not saying anything tonight.” You looked at him with worried eyes. “Kyu, am I mad?” “What?” “Am I mad? I… this is just a dream, right? It’s not real…” He tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “We see each other every night. We meet every night, we learn more about each other every night. We’re happy, seeing each other every night.” “You’re not answering my question.” “I don’t know, love. When I wake up, I always wonder. You seem so real.” “And so do you…” “Do you really want to know if this is real?” You shrugged. “How could we know?” He smiled and hugged you tight before kissing you softly. “I’m coming. Wait for me, wherever you are. Wait for me. I’ll be there for you.” “What?” You woke up at that moment, crying. What was that? Was it real? Was he really coming for you? The night after, you appeared in that usual room in your dream. This time… Kyuhyun was not there. ******************************* “Oh, come on, why are you being so difficult?” says that one man hitting on you at the club. “She’s waiting for the man of her dreams,” your friend jokingly answers for you. You’re not really listening to the conversation. Three years passed since the last time you saw Kyuhyun in your dreams, and you still can’t forget about him. His lips on yours, his body against yours, you can not forget about him. And so, you stayed single for three years, not really hoping, just waiting. You don’t know how could that dream be real. But, somehow, inside your heart, you know Kyuhyun is somewhere. You somehow know that he is real. You walk out of the club with your drunken friend and walk her home before you go home too. You know it’s dangerous to be alone at night, but hey, the city isn’t “that” dangerous. Anyways, there is nobody to be seen. Nobody, except that lonely silhouette far away in the distance. A silhouette that is standing between you and your apartment. You slow down. Some more. Who is that person? You can see that it’s a man. Who is it? Why does he seem like he is waiting for someone in front of your apartment building? You walk until you decide to stop. It’s too dangerous. Who is that man? He turns and sees you. Since you’re standing under a streetlight and he is not, he can see you but you cannot clearly see him. Suddenly, he starts walking towards you. You start to walk back, and when you notice how fast he is walking you turn and start running. You run until he catches you. Caught in his arms, you try to fight back. “Leave me alone!” He says something that you cannot understand. But you stop fighting anyways. Not because of what he said. But because you know this voice. You turn. These eyes. This mouth. You know them. “Kyu…?” He smiles and kisses you. You stay there, not moving, for a few seconds, before you slowly start to kiss him back. When you move away from each other, you look at each other before laughing softly. He says something else, but you can’t understand. You try to talk to him too, but he doesn’t understand either. You both laugh again before kissing. Maybe in real life you can’t understand each other yet. But there is one thing you can perfectly understand no matter what language you use to talk about it. And that thing… is love.