"It's just a dream!" He panted out while doing his reps.
It was 3.57 in the morning and he couldn't sleep because of the weird dream he just saw.
His mind was replaying the dream numerous time.
And each time he thought about how that spear pierced through her heart, his heart clenched the same amount.
He was torturing himself with a workout.
His body was pleading him to stop but his mind was a mess.
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"Why are you in the gym this early? You are supposed to be in the closet getting ready for the day", his secretary, Choi GongTae spoke.
He flinched a little as he was unaware of his secretary's presence.
"I wasn't sleepy" he replied.
"Maybe it's because you are stressing out too much? You should try meditation or something like that" Mr. Choi suggested.
Nodding after gulping down some cold water.
He walked towards his room.
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"What happened to you, boy? You've been distracted since the morning!" Choi GongTae started getting worried.
"Nothing's wrong! It's just that I'm feeling a little under the weather"
YongEul stated while resting his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, I can see that! You've been screaming at the workers, walking around in circles and what not!"
GongTae again expressed his worries.
"Take a nap, sir" GongTae left the room.
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He was in a room that was barely recognizable.
He was standing somewhere high.
There were people standing in the room.
Facing him.
They didn't have faces.
They had masks.
Slightly disturbing smile, that creeped him out.
They were questioning him?
Each of them were laughing and judging him.
Questioning his existence, his ideas, his dreams.
It triggered him.
The view in front of him triggered him.
His breaths got heavier.
Eyes filled with tears.
It was as if there was no oxygen.
He fell on his knees, clenching his heart.
There was too much hatred in the air that he hated.
He looked around desperately for a helping hand.
He noticed how odd the furniture looked.
Suddenly a light so bright all the laughing faces had to cover their eyes.
The door burst open.
Light, hope and home with a roar of power rushed in, as the door opened.
He could breathe now.
He inhaled a large amount of air to his lungs to compensate his alveolus.
He looked at the door.
A woman, the face was not clear enough.
She was dressed in red.
A red hanbok with a long coat that dragged behind when she walked.
Her hair was not completely undone and it was long, so long it could cover her body completely.
He stood up.
Regaining his position.
The woman walked towards him.
He focused again, to see her face.
He wondered if she's the same woman from yesterday's dream.
The light was too bright for him.
She stood in front of him.
Her face was clear.
It was that woman from last night.
Her eyes bright and big.
Her face demanded power and elegance.
His heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his and after smiling slightly, she turned to face the faceless people.
He found comfort around her.
"You have no privilege to criticize him. He stood for you when all were starving. He made this kingdom great enough to be in the history books."
She spoke while he examined her.
Her skin was smooth and soft. Her cheeks were full, giving her a cute feature to compensate her dominant powerful eyes.
She had long lashes and thick eyebrows that made her stood out of everyone.
She was different.
He saw many people of different kinds but she was the one and only.
For him, she's the only one in the room.
He looked closer.
She smelled like jasmine, it called him in.
He yearned for the first time in his life.
Her words seemed like songs.
Her skin was gold.
She was priceless.
He finally looked at the people.
They were kneeling.
"He is the king that the heavens chose for you! And no one can be a leader to you like he does."
Her words, made him speechless.
Connecting the words he realized, "I am a king?".
He startled when she took her steps back to align with him.
She gently held his hands.
It was the softest her ever held.
She looked at him with a slight smile on her face.
The smile reassured him.
He felt safe.
Unknowingly a smile crept on his face .
"Sir! sir! si-" someone shook him awake.
"Thank God, you're awake, I've been calling you- I'm sorry sir, I'll leave you be " his team manager got worried after seeing his eyes filled tears and left the room panicked.
"Mr. Choi, what's wrong with him?" The team manager reported GongTae.
"What happened?" Mr. Choi enquired.
"He's crying" she replied, this made Mr. Choi widen his eyes.
Mr. Choi ran to his cabin to witness a desperate man, covered in his tears.
"I wanna see her!" He whimpered.
"Who?" GongTae getting curious.
"The woman from my dreams" he was in love....?
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