Somnium's Curse (VMinKook)
Prologue
Deep within the human heart and mind lies the blueprint of a perfect life—a collection of places and moments that seem attainable only in the realm of sleep.
It is a life so exquisite that one dare not even wish for it in the harsh light of reality, for it exists solely within the sanctuary of dreams.
This is the story of Jimin. In the waking world, she is simple, kind-hearted, and a fighter.
But when an unimaginable tragedy strikes, the foundation of her world shifts, forever altering her perception of existence.
Suddenly, she finds herself living a second life—one that begins only when her eyes close.
This dreamscape is a gift bestowed upon Jimin, a place draped in mystery and ancient magic.
Within this realm, she takes on a new identity and a new destiny.
Yet, a haunting truth begins to emerge: there is a cruel symmetry between her two worlds.
Every time her life in the dream is beautiful, peaceful, and perfect, her waking reality becomes its bitter opposite—dark, fractured, and filled with sorrow.
As time passes, Jimin is faced with an agonizing choice.
Which life will she truly inhabit?
Will she choose the waking world, where she must accept the cold truths of time and consequence, but remain free to make her own decisions?
Or will she surrender to the dream, choosing a life of perfection at the cost of leaving reality behind forever?
For every paradise has its price, and Jimin is beginning to realize that the more beautiful her dreams become, the more her reality bleeds—leaving her to wonder if she is truly waking up, or if she is slowly being erased by the very heaven she created.
Meir Yizora (Author)
Hello everyone! This is my new work—I will try writing a Fantasy Romance this time.
Meir Yizora (Author)
I hope you will support this frustrated writer of yours. Stay with me on this new journey.
The Weight of Reality
The bustling, noisy cafeteria of a local school. The air smells of steamed rice and cheap coffee.
𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐒𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐦, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧, and 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 are huddled around a small metal table.
Park Jimin
*Munching on her food, looking exhausted*
Ah, I’m starving. I feel like I haven't sat down all day.
So Dam
*Setting his phone down*
Speaking of being busy.
So Dam
Jimin-ah... your mom called me earlier.
So Dam
She said she couldn't reach you and wants you to call her back right after work.
Park Jimin
*Sighs, her shoulders dropping*
Again? It’s probably about my sister’s tuition.
Park Jimin
I haven’t sent the payment for this month yet.
Lee Taemin
You haven't checked your phone at all today?
Park Jimin
I’ve been stuck in the office since 7:00 AM photocopying test questionnaires for tomorrow’s exams.
Park Jimin
I think I left my phone charging at my desk. I completely forgot it existed.
Min Yoongi
*Staring coldly at his tray, his voice flat*
Of course. They only remember your number when the bill is due.
Min Yoongi
Funny how they never seem to remember it when you’re actually sick
Park Jimin
*Quietly*
Yoongi... don't start.
Lee Taemin
*Humming in between bites*
He has a point, Jimin. Remember last month?
Lee Taemin
We had to rush you to the ER because you collapsed from overwork.
Lee Taemin
Not a single soul from your family showed up to check on you.
Min Yoongi
*Scoffs*
Exactly. Taemin and I ended up being your "family" for those five days in the hospital.
Min Yoongi
We were the ones sleeping on those uncomfortable plastic chairs while your "real" family was "busy."
So Dam
Yeah.. Your family is really something else. Sometimes, they’re just... cruel.
Park Jimin
*Slapping the table lightly, trying to smile*
Park Jimin
Yah! Enough with the dramatics, you three.
Park Jimin
They were just busy with the farm and the house. You know how it is.
Min Yoongi
Busy? Doing what? Waiting for your bank transfer?
Park Jimin
*Waving her hand dismissively*
Alright, alright... you win.
Park Jimin
Can we please just talk about something else? My head already hurts thinking about the bills.
Min Yoongi
*Giving her a sharp look*
You’re becoming a workaholic again.
Min Yoongi
I’m warning you—if you pass out this time, I’m not playing nurse.
Min Yoongi
It’s too much trouble.
So Dam
*Chuckling, nudging Jimin*
Don't listen to him. If Yoongi won't do it, I’ll stay by your side.
So Dam
I'll even bring you the good snacks.
Min Yoongi
*Snorts*
Don’t spoil her, You two. She needs to learn to stand on her own and stop letting people bleed her dry.
Park Jimin
*Pouting playfully, leaning toward Yoongi*
Park Jimin
Aaaah, Yoongi-ah... are you saying you don't love me anymore? Your favorite best friend?
Min Yoongi
*Cringing, pushing her forehead away with one finger*
Min Yoongi
Eww! Stop that. You're being annoying. Eat your food before it gets cold.
So Dam
*Laughing*
Some things never change.
Lee Taemin
You two are like a bickering married couple.
Park Jimin
*Laughing along, but her eyes momentarily drift to the window*
Park Jimin
💭 They’re right, of course. Reality is heavy, loud, and exhausting.
Park Jimin
💭 I just wish... I could close my eyes and be somewhere else.
Park Jimin
💭 Somewhere where I don't have to be a fighter all the time.
The door to the Faculty Office swings open.
Principal Namjoon enters, looking stressed, followed by Director Jin, who looks calm but serious.
Kim Namjoon
*Adjusting his glasses*
Everyone, straighten up! The CEO’s car just entered the gates.
Director Jin
*Glancing at her watch*
Ms. Park, make sure the dance studio is spotless. Mr. Jeon is in a particularly foul mood today.
Park Jimin
*Standing up quickly, her heart racing*
Yes, Director!
Park Jimin
💭 Reality is a battlefield.
Park Jimin
Between my family’s demands and Mr. Jeon’s cold empire, I feel like I’m disappearing.
Park Jimin
I just want to sleep... and never wake up to this life again.
The CEO With a Frozen Heart
💛 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕💛
The grand, polished hallway of Jeon Royal Academy. The floor is so shiny it reflects the flickering fluorescent lights.
𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 is rushing toward the Art room, carrying a heavy stack of canvases.
Park Jimin
*Breathless, whispering to herself*
Almost there... just ten more steps...
Suddenly, a tall figure in a perfectly tailored black suit turns the corner.
𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, blinded by the canvases, slams right into him.
The canvases scatter across the floor with a loud crash.
Park Jimin
*Gasps, dropping to her knees*
Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see—
𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 looking down at his scuffed Italian leather shoes, his voice dripping with venom.
Jeon Jungkook
Do you have eyes, or are they just for decoration?
Park Jimin
*Looking up, her heart stopping*
💭 It must be him.
Park Jimin
C-CEO Jeon... I... I was in a hurry to prep the room for your inspection.
Jeon Jungkook
*Scoffs, stepping over a fallen canvas*
Is this how you "prep"? By cluttering my hallway with trash? You’re the P.E. and Art teacher, right? Jimin?
Park Jimin
*Nodding, her face burning with humiliation*
Yes, sir.
Jeon Jungkook
*Leaning in, his gaze cold and judgmental*
You look pathetic.
Jeon Jungkook
Disheveled, exhausted, and incompetent. If you can’t even walk straight, how do you expect to teach my students?
Jeon Jungkook
Clean this mess up. If I see you in my sight again today, consider your resignation letter written.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 walks away without a backward glance.
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 and 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐢𝐧 follow behind, Namjoon giving Jimin a sympathetic, helpless look while Jin remains unreadable.
Park Jimin
*Fighting back tears as she gathers the canvases*
I’m not pathetic... I’m just tired.
The canvases felt heavier the second time she lifted them.
Humiliation had weight. A strange, suffocating kind.
It sat on her shoulders like wet sand.
Jimin swallowed hard, pressing her lips together as she gathered the last canvas from the polished floor.
The reflection staring back at her from the tiles looked unfamiliar—eyes dull, hair slightly out of place, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Park Jimin
💭 Pathetic… disheveled… incompetent.
Park Jimin
💭 Wow. Three words. Three knives. Straight to the ego.
Behind her, the hallway buzzed softly again. Teachers whispered.
Students peeked from classroom doors like nosy little squirrels sensing drama.
She could almost hear their thoughts.
"She’s definitely getting fired."
Park Jimin
Fantastic...
*she muttered under her breath*
Park Jimin
Front-row seat to my public execution.
A familiar pair of shoes suddenly appeared in her line of sight—well-worn sneakers, slightly dusty, unmistakably belonging to someone who valued comfort over style.
Taemin crouched beside her without a word, picking up the remaining canvases.
Lee Taemin
*Softly*
You planning to redecorate the hallway, or did you just want an excuse to meet the boss dramatically?
Jimin let out a weak laugh, the sound brittle but grateful.
Park Jimin
I think my soul just left my body… packed its bags… and moved to another country.
Lee Taemin
*Grinning*
Lucky soul. Can it send us postcards?
Another pair of footsteps approached—quiet, steady, almost ghostlike.
Yoongi didn’t crouch. He simply stood there, arms folded, gaze sharp enough to slice bread.
Min Yoongi
So… the Ice Prince strikes again.
Park Jimin
*sighed*
Please don’t call him that where cameras exist.
Min Yoongi
I don’t need cameras. His personality is recorded permanently in my memory as “Certified Jerk.”
Lee Taemin
*Snorted*
That should be printed on his business card.
CEO Jeon Jungkook
Certified Jerk Since Birth.
Jimin bit her lip to stop herself from laughing too loudly. The mental image alone nearly saved her sanity.
Almost. But not quite. Because beneath the humor… there was still that sting.
That voice. You look pathetic. Yoongi’s gaze softened—barely noticeable, like a candle flickering once in the wind.
Park Jimin
*shook her head*
Worse. He used vocabulary.
Taemin winced dramatically.
Lee Taemin
Ah… words. The sharpest weapon known to mankind.
Min Yoongi
*Quietly*
Don’t listen to him.
That simple sentence landed heavier than expected.. She blinked quickly, standing up with the stack of canvases now secure in her arms.
Park Jimin
I don’t. I mean… he’s not wrong.
Park Jimin
I do look tired.
Min Yoongi
Tired isn’t pathetic.
Lee Taemin
Yeah. If tired people were pathetic, half this school would be unemployed—including us.
Jimin let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
A small one. But enough. Enough to keep her moving.
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