My KPOP Dreams

That Exchange Student

Kpop Dream of: mochisuho

I was walking down the hallways of our school. Beside me was my bestfriend, Ashley. We were heading to the school's mini school supply to buy some colored papers.

As we arrived, I told the old saleslady what we wanted. Unfortunately though, she didn't hear us. I noticed that her wrinkled face was in a deep frown, her eyes set on the two other costumers.

"Good gracious! What does your friend want?" She said in obvious annoyance. I glanced at the two boys and I recognized him as one of the Peer Facilitators. But his companion...

CHEN?

Wow, Jongdae you trollin' again?

But in my dream, he wasn't an idol but rather an—

"Exchange student from South Korea." Ashley whispered to me. I nodded in realization.

I heard him mumble Korean curse words under his breath. I cleared my throat and asked his friend.

"What's wrong here?"

"I thought the all the exchange students could speak English but he can't!" The PF grumbled.

Ashley nudged my shoulder. "You can speak Korean." She told me.

Really? Well done, dream-self.

I nodded and talked to Chen. Only Lord knows what we were talking about. But in the end, all he wanted was a pencil. Honestly.

After all things were set, I paid for the colored papers we asked for. Out of the blue though, Chen asked me.

"Ireumi meo eyo?"

I smiled at him. "Lyka, dangsineunyo?"

"Jongdae." And he gave me that oh-so-fucking-beautiful-curly smile that always managed to make me go crazy. He held his hand out. I gave him a firm handshake when, like all other weird dreams, I started falling. Literally ya'll.

Before my body could hit the ground, I felt my hand being gripped and pulled to someone's chest. Chen's other arm wraps around my waist immediately to keep me balanced.

Fuck. My heart has gone cray-cray.

KIM JONDAE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TROLL ME NOW!

But he didn't.

"Are you okay?" He asked. And I fainted.

Gull, of course I woke up.

SU: What the— you dreamt of CHEN? What does that supposed mean?

ME: Ugh, that he's my bias? Kidding babe, you're still the one—

SU: So now HE'S your BIAS??

ME: Correction, bias WRECKER

SU: Oh no. No no no. NO

ME: Can't help it, babe. We don't choose biaswreckers. They FORCE us.

SU: *starts unbuttoning his million dollar shirt* Then I guess I'm gonna have to force you as well...

ME: Well fuck

FITE ME! XD