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Welcome to My Dreamscapes

Hello and thank you for joining me on this personal journey into my imagination. This "book" is a collection of dreams, scenarios, and fantasies that I've conjured up, inspired by my crushes, interests, and passions.

Please keep in mind that I'm not a skilled writer, and my stories may not be polished or perfect. However, I write for the sheer joy of it, and I hope you'll indulge me in this creative outlet.
Within these pages, you'll find a mix of romantic daydreams, fictional encounters, and "what if" scenarios that bring a smile to my face. They're deeply personal and sometimes silly, but they're mine, and I'm excited to share them with you.

So, grab a cup of your favourite beverage, get cosy, and join me on this adventure into my subconscious. I hope you'll find something that resonates with you or simply entertains.

Disclaimer: These stories are entirely fictional and not based on real events. Lisa and Jung-kook will be my main characters, however they will not be known as their Kpop idol self but more as characters for this series/book.

P.S , I do write myself  (disguised as Lisa) in movie scenarios (Cinderella for example), so be sure to keep that in mind if you ever do realise that my stories are based off other movies.

Now, Enjoy the ride, and may the dreams be ever in your favour!

(If you do ever come across another name for the main characters - then it just means that I forgot to swap out my crushes code name for Jungkook's , or Lisa's)

— LostJourney

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Chapter 1

We kept running into each other - literally. In the hallway, by the lockers, in the library. Every time, our eyes would meet for a brief moment, and I'd feel a flutter in my chest. I couldn't help but wonder if he noticed me too.

I'd seen him around school, but we'd never actually spoken. I didn't know his name, but I knew his smile, his laugh, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

One day, I mustered up the courage to message him on social media, using a fake account. I didn't want to risk rejection or awkwardness in real life. We started chatting, and I found myself opening up to him in ways I never thought possible.

But when we saw each other in person, it was like we were strangers again. I'd avoid eye contact, afraid of revealing my true feelings. Little did I know, he'd figured out my fake account and was playing along.

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Now, from his POV: I couldn't believe it when I realised the mysterious messenger was the same girl I kept running into at school. I had to admit, I was intrigued. She was shy and reserved in person, but online, she was witty and charming.

I started to look forward to our accidental encounters, hoping to catch her eye and maybe even exchange a smile. But every time, she'd quickly look away, leaving me wondering if I'd imagined the whole thing.

I knew she was avoiding me, but I couldn't help feeling drawn to her. Maybe it was the mystery, or maybe it was the way she made me laugh online. Either way, I wanted to know more.

Next time we met, I vowed to make a move, to see if the connection we had online could translate to real life. Little did I know, she was just as nervous as I was, and her avoidance was just a cover for her own shy heart.

Chapter 2

I walked into the art room, relieved to have a quiet space to myself during my free period. As I set out my sketchbook and pencils, I heard the door creak open behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him walk in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me.

We locked eyes for a moment, the air thick with silence. I could hear the sound of our breathing, the wind rustling through the windows, and the creaks of the old building. It was as if time had stopped.

But before either of us could break the silence, the art teacher poked her head in, reminding us that another class would be using the room soon. "You two can head to the art resource room down the hall," she suggested, her voice breaking the spell.

We both nodded, gathering our belongings. The resource room was small, with only one large table and two chairs facing each other. We sat down, the silence between us still palpable. 

I fidgeted with my pencils, trying to think of something to say. But he just looked at me, his eyes searching mine. I felt like he could see right through me, into my very soul.

The tension was electric

Twenty minutes of silence had passed, and I was starting to think we'd never speak. But then, disaster struck. I let out a massive sneeze, and my pen slipped from my fingers, rolling towards his leg. I widened my eyes in horror as I quickly bent down to grab it, but he reacted fast too. Our hands touched as we both reached for the pen, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I jumped up, bumping my head on the table in the process. "Ouch!" I cried out, clutching my forehead.

He reacted fast, concern etched on his face. "I'll get an ice pack," he said, already heading to the door.

But when he reached for the handle, he realised it was locked. "Seriously?" he muttered, trying the door again. "It's stuck."

We both looked at each other, the silence broken, but replaced with a new kind of tension. We were trapped, alone, in a small room, with no escape. My heart raced as I wondered what would happen next. Would we finally talk, or would the awkwardness consume us?

"Are you sure?" I asked, getting up to try the door myself. I jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "Oh no," I thought to myself, my mind racing with the implications of being trapped with him for who-knew-how-long.

I turned to face him, trying to play it cool despite my growing anxiety. "What time is it?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He glanced at his watch. "2:30 pm," he replied, his eyes meeting mine.

My heart sank. We still had 40 minutes together until the period was over. I felt a flutter in my chest as I realised we'd be stuck in this small room together for the next 40 minutes.

The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would we talk, or would we sit here in silence, waiting for the minutes to tick by? I snuck a glance at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was inscrutable.

Chapter 3

As the minutes ticked by, the silence began to feel suffocating. I fidgeted with my hands, trying to think of something to say. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes gazing off into space.

I cleared my throat, trying to break the silence. "So, uh, what's your name?" I asked, feeling a little silly for not knowing it already.

He turned to me, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'm Jungkook," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"I'm...Lisa," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other, the tension between us palpable.

Then, without thinking, I blurted out, "I'm sorry about the fake account."

Jungkooks expression changed, a mix of surprise and curiosity on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice neutral.

I hesitated, wondering how much to reveal. But something about jungkooks gentle gaze put me at ease. "I messaged you online," I admitted, my cheeks flushing. "I didn't know how to talk to you in person, so I made a fake account."

Jungkooks eyes widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I knew it was you," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I recognized your writing style."

I felt my face grow even hotter, embarrassed that I'd been so obvious. "I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling a little silly. "I didn't know how to talk to you."

Jungkook chuckled, a low, gentle sound. "You didn't have to make a fake account," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I would've talked to you in person."

I looked down, feeling a little shy. "I didn't know that," I mumbled.

Jungkook leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Now that we're stuck here together, can I ask you something?" he said, his voice low and curious.

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. What would he ask me?

"What made you want to talk to me online, but not in person?" Jungkook asked, his eyes searching mine.

I hesitated, unsure how to answer. But something about Jungkooks kind gaze put me at ease. "I don't know," I admitted. "I just felt nervous, I guess. You seemed so confident and popular, and I'm just...me."

Jungkook's expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair. "I'm not as confident as you think," he said quietly. "And I'm definitely not popular. I just try to be myself, I guess."

I looked at him in surprise. I hadn't expected him to say that. "Really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah. Really."

We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. Then Jungkook spoke up again. "Can I ask you something else?"

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. "What would he ask me now?" I thought to myself

Chapter 4

"Do you believe in fate?" Jungkook asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I don't know," I said finally. "I never really thought about it."

Jungkook leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I do," he said. "I think we were meant to meet, Lisa . And I think this" - he gestured to the locked room - "is proof."

I laughed, feeling a little nervous. "That's crazy," I said, trying to sound skeptical.

But jungkook just smiled. "Maybe," he said. "But what if it's true? What if we were meant to be stuck here together?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes. Could it be true? Was this all just a coincidence, or was something more at play?

"You're joking, right?" I said nervously, trying to laugh it off. But jungkooks face was serious, his eyes locked on mine.

For a moment, I thought he was actually serious. But then, his expression changed, and he burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, Lisa ," he said, chuckling. "Or maybe I'm not." I playfully rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of relief and confusion.

The silence that followed was awkward, so I decided to look around the room. That's when I saw it - a beautiful sculpture on a high shelf, catching the light. I tried to reach for it, but it was just out of my grasp.

As I stretched, I felt a sudden presence behind me. Someone was touching my back. I quickly turned around, and my hand brushed against jungkook's chest. He was standing right behind me, his eyes locked on mine.

In the chaos, the sculpture fell off the shelf, heading straight for my head. But jungkook reacted fast, his hands flying up to protect me. His fingers brushed against my hair, holding the sculpture mere inches from my face.

We stood there, frozen, his hands cradling my head, the sculpture hovering between us. My heart was racing, and I couldn't help but look up at him, our faces inches apart.

The tension in the air was palpable, and I felt myself leaning in, drawn to the intensity of the moment.

Just as our lips were about to meet, a loud crash echoed through the room. Startled, we both jerked back, our eyes darting to the source of the noise. Another object had fallen from the shelf—a small vase now lay shattered on the floor, shards scattered around our feet.

Jungkook let out a soft curse under his breath, his hands slowly dropping away from my head. The spell was broken, and the charged atmosphere dissipated. He bent down to pick up the pieces of the vase, and I joined him, the awkwardness settling back in.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, glancing up at me with an apologetic smile.

I shook my head, trying to steady my racing heart. "It's okay. Just a bit of a close call, I guess."

We both laughed nervously, the tension easing as we cleaned up the mess. But the memory of that almost-kiss lingered, a tantalising reminder of what had almost happened.

Chapter 5

Five minutes passed, and though we focused on cleaning up the shattered vase, our thoughts were elsewhere.

The silence between us was heavy, each of us replaying that almost-kiss in our minds.

The room felt charged with unspoken words and lingering glances.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. The moment had been too intense, too real to ignore. I dropped the last piece of the vase into the trash and turned to face jungkook.

His eyes met mine, questioning but hopeful. Without a word, I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached up, gently cupping his face in my hands. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away.

Instead, he leaned into my touch, his breath hitching slightly. Slowly, I closed the distance between us, my lips finding his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the awkwardness and uncertainty melted away.

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, a silent promise of everything that had been left unsaid.

Chapter 6

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, he leaned in again, his lips finding mine with a newfound confidence.

We kissed deeply, the passion between us growing with each passing moment. Without breaking our lip lock, he gently lifted me onto the desk, his hands roaming over my body. His fingers slipped under my shirt, tracing the curve of my waist, but I suddenly grabbed his wrist, my eyes fluttering open. "Not here," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

He paused, his eyes questioning, but he didn't pull away.

Instead, he nodded, his face inches from mine, and slowly removed his hand. We broke apart, gasping for air, the tension between us still palpable.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I knew that he understood.

We would wait for the right moment, but for now, we would savour the thrill of our newfound connection.