Do you ever feel desperate to find the dream you've been thinking you dreamed of?

The world is a cruel reality. We got to live through it no matter what we go through.

But the better part is the mind, where we can think, create, and imagine.

The imagination that helps us to create scenarios, also becomes the part of the reality we live in.

Maybe for some, that is the only source to be alive in the real world.

Character introduction

JEON JUOKYU-

Younger sister of Jeon Jungkook and the hidden but called the worthless gem of the 'Jeon' family. Only source of happiness is books

MIN YOONGI-

Family background unknown. Lives alone. Doesn't care about the world and the people of the world itself.

The imagination and the reality world might be infinity apart-

but that doesn't mean it will never come close.

The magic will speak it's way out through the closed book.

The story will complete, the souls will meet,

The ink will write as the string that speaks.

Let things happen, by the flow it goes.

The future is unpredictable, however the magic purpose.

Main playlist:

Fairytale-  Alexander Rybak

Main inspo:

Enchanted- Taylor Swift

Note:

Juok spelled as JUK or JOOK, The "O" is a silent letter. Its like Seok but "E" is mostly silent. Or like Jeon's "e" is almost silent.

You can also spell it as JUYOK as in "Ju" and "ok".

...Even our hearts need a vacation...

...Oh, just do your job like it's one...

...I'm ill, yeah, I'm the job itself...

...The friend called ‘rest,’ oh, I never liked him...

...How much do you have to earn to be happy?"...

...-Disease...

...BTS...

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"Juok-ah..." The small-looking girl with big, round, golden-brown eyes opened her eyes and looked up. Her older brother sneakily peeked his head in from behind the door and nodded at her. "The way's clear. Let's go."

She excitedly jumped out of bed, grabbed the paper bag and a puffer jacket she had kept ready hours ago, and rushed out behind him.

The lights in the hallway were off. Their father must be in his built-in office doing work, and their mother must be in her room, either watching dramas or working. It's all memorized by then.

They took the left corner and went towards the basement, leading them to the house's back door.

"Don't make a noise." The brother warned softly; she knew that. He needn't tell her that again; she has gained expertise. They crossed the basement, walked upstairs, and unlocked the door with the spare keys the brother steals now and then for the sake of his sister. They finally stepped out of the house before making a run down the lane.

"We're so late today! What if the store closes?" He shouted before taking the bag from her and holding her hand, running fast enough but not so fast, so that his sister could catch on.

"Don't worry, it won't be until 11 PM!" she shouted back.

"Don't trip over and fall! I ain't carrying your heavy body back!" The elder shouted, having a playful grin on his face. His bunny smile displayed all his teeth shining white. She laughed as they reached out from the Elite Society. The bookstore was still 2-3 minutes walk down the corner, so they finally stopped and breathed.

"You okay? Don't pass out on me." The brother asked, just to make sure, while panting a little.

She shook her head. "I'm okay, just not used to running." She stood straight and took a deep breath.

"You shouldn't run, anyway. Let's go, we need to be back in time too."

He ruffled her hair before walking further. She groaned in response and ran behind him to keep up with his long strides while fixing her hair.

The bell chimed as they opened the door of the bookstore.

"Jungkook, Juok! You're here tonight." The old librarian grandpa greeted them. They bowed to him in respect. He has known them for quite a while now, but he didn't know they were siblings. No one knew.

"Good evening, Mr. Ghum. How's your health?" The younger one, Juok, asked with a smile. He was one of the very few people who actually cared for her and saw her as his granddaughter.

"Oh, I'm better than most oldies of my age. Don't question my health, young lady. Tell me about yourself. " Grandpa brushed off with such casualness, making the younger grin and put down the huge paper bag on the table.

"Never been better. I didn't get knocked off for a week!" She exclaimed excitedly. He chuckled.

"That's good news, that means you're improving!" He exclaimed and took the bag, full of books she had borrowed last week.

He knew about her condition.

While checking out the books that she borrowed from the check list, Jungkook, the elder brother came forward, bowing to the grandpa before facing her. "I'll be outside. Be quick on choosing, hmm?"

She nodded as he ruffled her hair again and walked away quickly before she could throw a punch. He knew she hated it. And he loved to do the things she hated.

"Do you think you can find me some new things to read?" She asked Grandpa, and he laughed.

"You've read almost all the books in the store. The writers need to publish more books only for you."

"Yeah, writers write and publish every day. But those are for sale. Not for borrowing. I can't afford that many books to buy." she said while looking around.

The store was exceptionally huge, with old, new, and various types of books. She had read almost all the books except a few that she didn't like. She was thinking of reconsidering reading those that she skipped because she didn't like the first few pages.

Who knows, I might like the ending. She convinced herself.

She turned to the other corner of the bookshelves and picked a few books that she had yet to read or that came in new.

This Library was based on the books that had been donated here. And many people for decades have donated many books... Nowadays, few people donate their books, much rather said they don't. Grandpa said that once.

It was fascinating for her how that library was still alive, giving that desirable, attractive vintage and ethereal feeling. The smell of the books gave her a feeling of warmth, of home.

And she would do anything to stay here longer, if only she could. But as in her imagination, there were two demons in her house, thinking she was in her room. They'll be infuriated if they didn't find her in her in there.

She sighed, remembering about her Mom and Dad before picking up the last book and walking towards Grandpa at the counter desk.

"Only 3 books this time?" Grandpa asked, watching her from the rim of his glasses.

She smiled and nodded. "Maybe I'll come back later if I finish it before the weekend comes."

He nodded and wrote down the books' code numbers. She looked around the beautiful library while it was being done. The lighting was soft and dimmed. Giving a cozy atmosphere despite the huge place.

Jungkook said that the library was bigger than his college's auditorium, which she didn't know how big it was, but she imagined that it must be huge too.

She never went there in the morning, the library. But she imagined the morning sunlight must've made that place even more heavenly. She smiled, thinking to herself, and looked at Grandpa, who was very carefully checking the code numbers, matching them in his diary, and noting them down. He was in his mid 80's probably with very weak eyesight, almost white and thin hair, but other than that, he really is more fit than any man of his age. She couldn't help but be awed about it, about him.

She was looking around when a series of books caught her attention from the bookshelf behind the counter, behind Mr. Ghum. Those books had been there for as long as she could remember. Those looked really old and fancy. She also noticed no one took those so she thought it wasn't for borrowing or sale. But today curiosity got the best of her.

"Mr. Ghum...what are those books?" she worded out the thoughts. Mr. Ghum looked up at where she pointed.

"Ah, these are some untitled books. I don't know who left it here. No one wants to take these either. But these are beautiful, so I guess they found a place to stay just cause of their beauty." He said and closed his diary.

"So is it just for show?"

"You can say that, since no one's interested in reading them. "

"Can I take them?"

He looked at her shocked. As if she asked something unexpected. Which she really did without her knowing.

Something magical started to form within the library, some locks started to unlock, some curses started to break, and words started to flow out into the reality. The old man seemed to realize that, but the girl in the room didn't. So, his shock turned into something unreadable, something she couldn't name.

"Are you sure?" He watched her with anticipation from the edge of his glasses. She nodded innocently.

His lips curved a smile ever so slowly, but he didn't say anything and quietly put the three books in the bag she brought the previous books in.

"Okay. But I can give you only one... for now."

"Why is that?" She asked innocently.

"What do you mean, why? It's almost a century-old book. You can't handle these books altogether, you'll rip them off."

"Huh? No, I won't. I'm not a kid. And I love books more than anything." She protested. Not knowing each person can have only one of these.

He chuckled and put down his glasses. "I'm not saying you can't. But you should take one at a time, hmm?" He said in a much softer manner. She pouted cutely, unknowingly.

"Well, okay- if you say so..." She mumbled, confused as to why he was acting weird so suddenly to her. He turned around and looked at the series of books. 7 in total, before taking the first one and dusting off the dust.

"By the way, did you read it? Is it a series?" She asked curiously, as in, he had low-key knowledge about every book in the library.

He slowly dusted it and put it on the table. The cover was made out of leather, and it was tied with a leather belt too. A weird but beautiful symbol like design on the front cover.

"I didn't read them. But they're not related to each other. However, each one of them has the same magic with a different story. I'll give you this one. You don't need to give it back to me if you want." He said with all seriousness, which she was unable to understand.

"Why not?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion as he put that old-looking book in her bag without taking its code number or anything like usual.

"Just because. " He shrugged. "And remember, you'll find whoever you will be looking for. Trust your fate and let the magic work itself out, okay?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." His words sounded stupid to her at that time.

"You don't have to. Just remember my words, okay?" She didn't understand, but she nodded anyway. His voice was never this serious, and the look in his eyes was determination.

"Juok, are you done??" Jungkook peeked his head in while looking down at his watch.

"Yeah, almost..." She replied.

Mr. Ghum picked up the bag and handed her that. "Go carefully, okay? Take care of yourself. I hope you'll be happy forever, my child."

She again looked at him in confusion. He was really acting weird that day. They usually talk like they're old buddies for decades but the way he was talking then was really weird to her.

"Aish, just go, shoo. He's waiting for a while now."

She shrugged off her confusion and nodded before bowing down and leaving the store with Jungkook.

"Come on, let's go quickly. Mom must have been done with her work now." Jungkook said, rushing her forward.

"Didn't you check if she's watching drama or working?" She asked while walking beside him.

"Hmm, she was working." He replied, distracted by his own thoughts.

"Shit, let's go, hurry." She panicked and started walking faster.

"Don't run. You'll run out of energy. It'll be trouble if you pass out now." He called back from behind.

"Aish, I'll be fine. Come on." She quickly started walking, almost semi-running. Jungkook sighed before jogging along with her.

"I'll kill you if you lose consciousness," He warned, she giggled at his unserious anger and nodded. "Sure."

And after a while, they finally sneaked into her room while panting. She didn't run hard. But it was enough to tire her, knock her out even. She drank water from her water bottle, but she wasn't calming down.

Jungkook saw how she was losing strength in her body. "I think you need to rest. Lay down. You might pass out, Juok. Come on."

Jungkook made her lie down on her soft bed, took off her shoes, socks, and jacket, and covered her up. Her vision was getting blurry. She managed not to pass out for the last whole week. She thought she could pass through it and improve, but a week wasn't enough. She was passing out again.

"Jungkook..." She barely spoke before her vision turned black, and she fell unconscious.

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...I once belonged in a world under the sun...

...(The song paused, the song stopped)...

...A smoky layer of mist in the heart of the stars...

...(You erased me, you forgot me)"...

...-134340...

...BTS...

...—☆—...

"Sweetheart, we are so proud of you!" Their mother exclaimed with excitement while holding Jungkook's result paper. He came first in his grade. The Father sat there calmly, but that proud smirk was not to be missed.

Jungkook forced a smile. He scaled in his last examination. The younger sister was proud of him too. He was an excellent student without a doubt, but neither of the siblings found any happiness in that success. It seems hypocritical to her. She found it Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Juokyu, dear?" She looked up at her mother as she called out her name, "We also received your final examination results today. You did very well too." No excitement. She knew she didn't do that well, but that smile was just for show, or rather, comfort.

"You need to do better than this, alright? I'll bring you all the necessary tutors you will need. Just let me know." The Father said with that same, plastic, comforting smile.

No matter how many tutors he brings her, she will never scale results like Jungkook from homeschooling. She can never feel alive enough from studying in her room forever and getting a glimpse of any school or college once in a monsoon, only for the board exams. Even her year finals were taken in that very room under a teacher's supervision. She, all alone. Money can do everything, I guess.

But she smiled nevertheless. "I will try my best," She muttered. Jungkook looked at her. Liar, you are already trying your best to survive, what more is left to try? She ignored his stare.

She knew that. So did he, but these people who are keeping her alive, feeding her as they wish, did not know. And she preferred it that way. They would never understand. What was the point of wasting time and energy on them?

"You both can go back to your room." Father dismissed them, they nodded and left the room.

"Congratulations!" As soon as they were out of the room, she jumped on his back. "You are sooo awesome!"

He grinned, holding her in place on his back and casually walking towards their room. This had become her habit, she loved getting on his back, and he got used to her always jumping on his back. "Thanks Juok-ah. You did a lot better than last time too. I saw your result card. You are this close to becoming like me, like you wish for."

She was his only trophy, and he was her only tressure.

"Really? You mean it?"

"Of course, why would I lie?" He put her down on her feet once they were in front of her room. "Just make sure mom and dad don't take a toll on your mental health, rest all, I will make sure to take care of your studies, your eating schedule, your fitness, everything once my tournament ends. You won't be sick anymore under my care." He winked playfully.

She laughed and hugged him. "You bet. If I really become as healthy as you describe under your care, I'll do anything you say."

"Ahh, what's more satisfying than hearing from your sister that she'll do anything I say? Keep your word, huh!" he ruffled her hair, she groaned in annoyance again.

"Now go to your room, take your medicines. I'll ask the maid to bring you some fruit."

She nodded as he left downstairs.

Their Dad was the government's official economic minister, really famous and powerful. Their mom was the chairman of a famous international company that she inherited from her grandfather about 15 years ago, even more famous and impactful. Jungkook was their first son, of course. He was 4 years older than Juok. He was the shining and successful son of their parents. They were always proud of him, no matter what, and how small he achieved.

And then it was her. The curse and nightmare of their parents with CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome). She was born with it. The doctors said it could be curable with age, but as she grew up, it just got more sensitive, and she became more and more fragile.

The doctors then declared that she might be diagnosed with syncope, which was incurable when she was 7. And that's when their Mom and Dad decided to hide her away from the world forever. They say it's for her own good. She believed it, until slowly it started to feel like it was for their good, not hers. They couldn't let the world know about her, for which their prestige and reputation could have been at stake.

Poor them, couldn't throw her away either. Couldn't kill her the day she was born, so they decided to lock her up like that, away from the world. She had always felt the distance, no matter how much they gave her to make her feel at home. She never felt at home in this huge place, never.

Jungkook, her older brother of four years, was the only real person she had in her entire life. He treated her like she was a human; after all, he was the only person who actually showed her love.

If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known what the world was for. Apart from Jungkook, the head of the maids treats her like a princess, too, adoring her like she was her own child.

"You were named Juok dearly by your grandmother (Mom's mother). Juok means as Gem. Juokkyu, you were her precious gem." She said. But Juok doesn't remember her grandmother. She expired before she could reach one year old. Maybe she would have been disappointed and annoyed by her burden of a presence too, if she would have been alive today. That's what she thinks.

She shook her head to herself, sighing, before walking into her room. The books were scattered around on her bed. The storybooks she took from the library, hidden beneath her textbooks and academic books because, in case her mom walked into her room.

She never liked her reading those books; those were childish, a waste of time, and they would ruin her mentality as she thinks.

Jungkook muttered one day that she didn't like Juok reading those because she didn't want her imagination to expand; she didn't want Juok to think too much. She thinks if she started to imagine too much, she might want to experience it as well. Which, she can't. Or much rather, she won't let her, even for heaven's sake.

Jungkook volunteered to guide her, but they didn't want to take any risk that might expose Juok as their daughter. A diseased daughter. They still don't. Not because they are embarrassed, but because they don't want to embarrass their parents.

Juok locked the door behind her and plopped on the bed, taking out the book that she was reading. Just a few more pages and it will be over. She didn't like that book that much, but it wasn't bad.

After a few moments, she heard the door knock, so she sleekly hid her books and opened the door. It was the maid who brought the fruits for me. She smiled and took the plate, and closed the door. As she started reading again while eating when the authentic, ancient-looking book caught her eye.

That book.

It had something. It was pulling.

But she thought she would finish the rest of the books first before starting that one. She has a feeling that one will be really interesting. And her guts never lie about books.

Books are her life.

The only thing that kept her alive.

It was 8 years ago when her Dad brought her a novel book for her birthday. It was solely for study purposes, but she fell in love with it. She asked for more at that time, so he brought her the other two parts of that novel. She was so into it and so interested, she kept asking, but her Mom forbade her father to bring more of those, saying it would ruin her studies... she had never been that upset before, but seeing her loving those books, Jungkook sneakily bought her some he thought she could like.

But with his pocket money, he couldn't buy her tons of books and meet up with her obsession of it.

So one night, he sneaked her out and brought her to that giant library she never knew existed. It was so beautiful, aesthetic, authentic, and full of books. She remembered crying that day, seeing that library. Out of happiness. Because she felt peace, loved, and at home.

She finished reading the book she was reading before stretching up. After that, she did some homework her home tutor left her to finish and focused on studying until dinner.

Time flew like seconds until she was back in her room again after supper with her family. She took her medicines and got refreshed before lying down on the bed with that authentic nameless book in her hand. The smell of the old pages felt like home to her, like sitting beside a fireplace with hot cocoa with marshmallows in it and blankets over while it snowed outside. Gosh, so satisfying.

She put the book down on her lap and carefully opened it.

WORDS MIGHT BE WRITTEN WITH INK, BUT THE MAGIC WORKS WITH THE REALITY...

THE FANTASY MIGHT FEEL LIKE A DREAM, BUT DON'T MISS THE INTENSITY...

"Wow... the quotation is so cool..." She mumbled and turned the page, excited to read it. The words were all written in modern language, which she didn't expect, judging by the book's cover.

Nevertheless, it was easier for her, and she started to read.

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