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Kang Hana. She was a simple teenager who had an unexciting story until one day, Jungkook appeared mysteriously in her room. Her sister's death brought drastic changes in herself and she needed someone even though she believed she could get through it by herself. He rewrote her story with vigilant colors. Only he saw the ocean in her eyes and painted flowers on her scars. Only she saw past his starry eyes and kissed heaven on his lips. Their journey turned out to be harder but sweeter in another way. It wasn't a coincidence for sure. The universe gifted them an opportunity. But is it really a good one? Is there more to it than just an escape from loneliness? 😻 . . Can they not see him? Is he really just my imagination? But of all people in the world, why would I picture Jungkook? What if he's real? But that's not possible. "Why am I here?" He finally spoke, cutting me off. "That's the question that I should be asking." I shot back. "You just broke into my home," I said in a deadly tone. "No, you just kidnapped me here" He replied, his voice filled with fury. "Why did you bring me here? And how?" He demanded, his voice growing louder. "Look, I didn't bring you here. And I have no idea why you are here" I gave him a simple answer but his eyes said that he accepted my reply. "or why an illusion is chatting with me." I added as I shuffled back to my bed. "I AM NOT AN ILLUSION!" His loud voice shook me
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