#xfcwinterfest

you are in my dreams

「— the festival was larger than she had originally thought, though miyoung remained quite calm for someone who had lost her unnie in the crowd. it shouldn't matter too much right? they were going to find each other eventually, that much miyoung had faith in. and so until then, the woman found herself wandering aimlessly through the crowd, humming a light tune despite the rowdy group of teens (or so she assumed, given the occasional crack in their voices when a few of them got too excited) she was trying to pass through -- though even that attempt all but stops at the brush another's shoulder against hers in passing, leaving nothing but fading warmth and a lingering scent that overpowers her other senses and leaves her mind blank for a moment -- a cologne that leaves her absolutely breathless, be it from the weight sinking in her chest or the butterflies fluttering in the pits of her stomach, it wasn't something she could easily shake off; not when she knew, just by that who the person was -- how could she forget? 」

「— it is perhaps a cruel twist of fate--had soojoo been here to see it, the older woman would have claimed it was her destiny, theirs, at work (though even then, she wasn't quite sure that her unnie would approve of this -- after all didn't she waste enough days struggling to piece together broken pieces of herself already?)--for him to be here. here, out of all places, within close vicinity of her as well. all it would take was a few steps to reach him, wouldn't it? yes. there was no glass wall keeping them apart now, yet miyoung feels as if the distance has only increased throughout the years 」

「— even without that, however, she's afraid--afraid of what reuniting with an ex-lover would mean for her -- if anything at all. would she break? would it hurt? the answer was a definite yes even without her having to ponder much about it. kwon jiyong was imprinted onto her very bones, there was just no way she could easily shake him off. there was no way she would ever want to 」

「— she had always been a complete fool when it came to matters of the heart  」

「— it is with that self-deprecating thought that she takes a couple steps forward, not exactly sure in the direction he had gone off in (or if he was still around) yet all the same miyoung is compelled to try, expression slightly stricken as she struggles to decipher his scent from the mass of people 」

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