I was discharged from the hospital the next day. Apparently I had a car accident while saving a child crossing the street and got hit. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived and healed so quickly. I had been in a coma for about a month according to them which surprised me greatly. If you are wondering where my parents are then let me inform you I do not have any. In this life I grew up an orphan and supported myself. I work as a photographer and live by myself in seoul.
I never had a family to call my own or friends to replace the gap either. I was just born alone, it was like a continuation of my last life. Maybe I could never be happy until I found him. However finding an idol is not easy and convincing him to fall for you because you were lovers in your past live sends you to the mental asylum. So in conclusion shits about to go down in my life.
Why you ask?
Because I am one stubborn bitch.
-next scene-
I walked down the block in my neighborhood to the most popular cafe called 'sun and moon'. I loved the name of this cafe, it reminded me of Hansung and of us. Our story was like the sun and moon too. They both were never destined to meet or love because it would bring about calamity. Our love was a brief eclispse and in those times everyone thought eclipses were the sign of calamity. That's why destiny was so quick to separate us even though it had once been the very thing that brought us together, or atleast in my opinion. But one thing I learned in my last life was that destiny....
It could be a real bitch.
"Ma'm...
MA'AM! Your coffee..."
"Oh sorry, thank you."
The waiter nodded at me and left me, I looked down at my cup of vanilla latte and noticed a note underneath. I pulled it out and unfolded it to see a sloppy but somehow attractive handwriting.
To my dear star,
I never knew how much I loved you until I realized I could no longer do so. This lifetime I will make sure we live till the end, together.
From,
Your future husband.
"H-hansung" teardrops rolled down my cheeks as I read the letter. It was him this was his handwriting, these were his words and our memories. He was here, and he remembered too.
I wiped my tears and grabbed the letter looking around the cafe for a famous idol trying to hide himself in the crowd. How could he be here though, in this life he is the world famous, kim taehyung of bts. Why would he be in a small cafe like this secretly sending me this letter. Did he really remember me? Did he really still love me?
I walked out of the cafe in disappointment at not seeing him.
The crowd outside had increased from early morning to noon. As the people around past by in a rush the entire world seemed to suddenly blur.
The tight grasp of a familiar hand led me to the back alley of the cafe where it was completely quiet. In other situations like these I would scream and try to defend my self but when I turned around the perpetrator was none other than.....
"Hansung...?"
"I'm called kim taehyung in this life, my byeol."