I was in the same park where I met Jimin. The same park where he kissed me for the first time and professed his love for me. The place where he proposed to me, making me feel like the luckiest woman on earth. I was in a hurry because I was once again late for our weekly date. Even though we had been together for almost a year and were slowly getting ready to get married, we met in the park every Saturday, keeping up the tradition we had started during our first meeting. I got to the spot near our favorite bench and saw his blond hair from a distance. I reached him out of breath and smiled apologetically.
- Princess, you're late again - Jimin sighed lightly.
- Forgive me, dear, but it took me much longer than I thought to set up the books from the new delivery - I kissed him lightly on the cheek, but my fiancé almost immediately moved away.
- You could have called. I was worried about you.
- I know, but my phone died - I sighed quietly and walked closer to him, but he stopped me with a gesture.
- Next time call me and I'll come to you right away and help you.
- Okay, I promise - I nodded quickly - and now don't be angry with me anymore. Next time I will be punctual, ok?
- Let's say that I believe you.
Jimin finally smiled, and I was flooded with a wave of warmth as I saw the merry fires in his blue eyes. His smile and those blue eyes almost immediately stole my heart, so I tried my best to see them as often as possible. I took a step toward him to sink into his arms and snuggle into his warm body, but at the same moment black, suffocating smoke began to surround us. Jimin said something to me still smiling widely, as if the smoke was only visible to me, but I didn't hear him at all. Instead, I felt myself start to get faint and darkness enveloped me.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around in amazement. I was in some sort of opulent room, suggesting it was someone's study. In the very center stood a large mahogany desk with carved legs and a perfectly matching chair that looked like a throne. On top of that I saw ebony bookcases, cabinets and a large Persian rug. I moved toward a large black sofa and a quite nice glass coffee table, when I felt someone's presence. I turned quickly, hearing someone's footsteps, and looked up to see a man approaching in my direction. Tall, well-built with wide shoulders, dressed in black from head to toe. With black hair framing his face and... I took a step back when I saw his blood-red irises. This was not normal, no human being should have such eyes.
- Hello, queen - his velvety voice made my body shiver - I was waiting for you.
The man took a step toward me and stroked my cheek gently, smiling slightly. I had no idea what was happening to me, but looking at his smile and feeling his touch my body was overwhelmed by something like euphoria and... love? However, his further words made me feel lost and uncertainty swept over me.
- My queen, you have no idea how much I would like to touch you for real, feel your warmth and hold you in my arms at last. But soon... soon everything will be possible. I will be able not only to touch you, but also to kiss you and do many other extremely pleasant things with you. Therefore, be patient and wait for me. I will find you in no time, and I will do it much sooner than he thinks...
I pulled myself up from the bed wet with sweat, struggling to catch my breath. In the dark, I found the switch and turned on the night light. I had the same dream again. For the past two weeks, the same dream had haunted me every night. I slapped my hand frustrately on the mattress and sighed heavily. I couldn't tell where it came from or why it was so persistently stuck in my head, but each time I had the feeling that it was all really happening. I moved my hand over the cheek that the mysterious man had touched earlier and silently cursed, recalling his words. He called me a queen and... at the mere mention of his further words, about wanting to touch and kiss me, I felt a blush come to my face.
- What the hell is wrong with you?! You have a fiancé and it's him you should be focusing on, not some strange type. It's just a foolish dream, nothing more - I muttered under my breath and settled down on the bed.
I corrected my pillow and turned off the light with a sigh. It looked like I was going to have another sleepless night and be late for work again. The only positive was that no one would * to me about it, since I was my own boss. However, I hoped that I could get at least four hours of sleep, because I didn't want to worry Jimin once again about how poorly I looked. I smiled slightly at the memory of my fiancé and, focusing on our shared memories, slowly fell asleep.