The K-Pop Dream 64 End Of Our First Fight, And First Night Together

I wanted to smile relaxedly but I could only muster one that lacked any enthusiasm and energy.

Hora's expression freezes upon seeing my broken expression, as she hugs me once more, this time even tighter than before.

I can feel the fabric of my shirt stretch.

"Choo... I wouldn't know..."

"Dylan" Hora says my name lovingly, "Don't say anymore...."

"Okay"

Feeling her warmth on my chest, which was heaving, slowly calms downs, as any sad emotions that I may have had begun to subside.

Holding Hora from my embrace, I decide to calmly tell her, everything, "This last year is the only time I've ever felt alive. Never would I have imagined that life could be so fulfilling but sometimes I can't help but feel that I don't have the right to lead such a beautiful life

Hora looks to me and she is about to say something, Before I continue with my soliloquy, "Sometimes I feel like this is all fake and one day it will just be gone. Because I'm just a ..."

Hora slowly pats my back like a mother would a sick child.

"But, so what if it's fake. I'll believe until the very end

Even if the final outcome is one filled with tragedy. I'll accept it with a brave face and properly face things head on!"

I lower my head towards Hora's shoulder , "So will you continue to take care of this dream with me?"

She nods her head, on my chest which feels a little damp.

We stay like that for a few moments before the clerk returns seeing that everything has settled down and hands me the bill.

234 million won.

Hora's eyes bulges, and she looks at me with a little guilt in her eyes but I just grab her hand and laugh , "I guess your kiss is pretty expensive"

"I didn't tell you to buy the store" She pouts.

After sorting out delivery details. We are kind of stumped on what to do next?

"So now what, you still want to shop?" I ask

Hora giggles cutely pressing my hands tighter, "If you didn't just buy me a truckload of clothes. I would of said yes"

"Who says they are for you? What if I want to look pretty" I tease

"Hmmm, I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress. You got a nice pert rear" She puts on the face of a h.o.r.n.y old man.

"Who turned my Baechu into a Pervert!" I tease playfully, "Let's go and buy a couple more things. It's time for this CEO to give you a blockbuster experience"

"Blockbuster experience?"

"Yeah, like those big Hollywood film productions.

After you watch a big budget film with good special effects and music.

No matter how good an indie film is after. You can't help but compare. I'm going to show you that nothing compares to dating Dylan Park." I explain.

"Oh really?"

"Aren't I too perfect?" *Sigh*

Hora just rolls her eyes and thus begins part two of the shopping spree.

*Que montage*

Every store we then enter, I proceed to buy her clothes and anything that she had laid heir eyes on.

She'll look good in anything, it's not a difficult task.

Eventually the little miser takes back my card and took matters into her own hands. Hora couldn't stand me swiping my card w.i.l.l.y nilly.

No matter whether it was Dolce & Gabbana, Versace, Louise Vuitton, Prada, Dior or Chanel.

My card had no discrimination.

I honestly didn't care how she spent my money right now.

The only joy I got was when Hora had tried a dress on and had ask for my opinion.

"You look amazing" I say for the 100th time.

Rolling her eyes, "You say that every time, think of something else"

"That's because it's true!" I plead sincerely

Ignoring me she, hurries back into the dressing room and calls a sales a.s.sistant for help

I can't help but glare at the a.s.sistant as she pa.s.ses by.

'Why her and not me?'

The most fun I had with her was when we entered B&N. Yes the bookstore.

She looked like a kid in a candy store and started giving me suggestions one after another.

Seeing her behave like a proper kid every now and then is really the best. In the end we spent the most time there, and even had to special order a few books which were currently not in stock.

Eventually we stayed until closing which worked out perfectly given that it was nearly time for our reservation.

Making our way over to the French restaurant. We notice all the couples standing outside who we pa.s.s.

After the maître d. Takes us to our seats. A private booth.

We then order the specials of the day and once the food arrives have a romantic candle lit dinner filled with laughter.

....

As we arrive at home, Hora decides to stay over tonight.

I'm surprised. Even though we live next door we've never stayed/ slept in the same room.

She didn't even ask time, nor did I have try and desperately persuade her.

She says its because ,"She is too tired to move"

But I can tell the real reason is that she doesn't want me to be alone tonight.

And I wasn't she was by my side. Never leaving it.

As the night turns darker and darket, and our bodies wrap around each other.

We end up falling asleep together.

Just sleeping.. as I hold her hand. I thought I'd have trouble falling asleep.

The scent of soap and shampoo fills my senses as I drift into the best night's sleep I ever had.

....

The next morning however, is not nearly as calm as I am awoken by a loud shriek.

Opening my eyes, I turn to Hora who is overly worked up.

"What's the matter?" I ask groggily before shifting the covers so I can sit upright against the headboard.

"Dylan.....Dylan.... Dylan" She keeps repeating

"Out with it already" I say slightly annoyed

"You were... caught"

"Huh?"

'YOU .....WERE .....CAUGHT?'