A lonely Friday night. Another night in New York City.

Whistles and honks of the cars are audible in their shared apartment. Such a busy city, New York City.

A woman in her early twenties plops into her bed. It's just her tonight. Her fiancé is busy with an occasion with their affiliates, and she didn't mind. She uses the time to rejuvenate, and possibly familiarize herself with new clients back in Korea.

She's part of an art team. She's a graphic designer herself. Their team comprises four. Her fiancé, the Art director (head of their team). Her, his "assistant" (although she prefers to be called "second head"). Meanwhile, the other two are in Korea, taking care of whatever business that needs to be attended to and would act like the body of her and her fiancé.

"We received an offer from the entertainment agency, Bighit entertainment. We will be working for a group called BTS," she recalls her recent conversation with her fiancé. "It's for their upcoming album. Wings."

She grabs her phone and clicks on the google icon.

방 (bang)

탄 (tan)

소 (so)

년 (nyeon)

단 (dan)

She types on the keyboard.

B... T... S...

She isn't a fan of Kpop. It just never came into her interest. However, her job requires to work with some of them. She's met various artists such as Twice, Hyuna, Got7, Red Velvet, and other more. This time, she will be working with the bulletproof boy scouts for their upcoming comeback.

BTS, also known as the Bangtan Boys, is a seven-member South Korean boy band that began formation in 2010 and debuted in 2013 under Big Hit Entertainment. The septet-composed of Jin, Suga, J-Hope, RM, Jimin, V, and Jungkook-co-writes and co-produces much of their own output.

She reads what google offers to her. Then out of curiosity, she clicks on images to see a good look on the said group.

7 handsome men bless her eyes. Handsome, sexy, cute looking fellas, her mind registers as she eyes them one by one.

Until one of them attracts her attention.

The princess purses her lips as she puts on the strongest face she could muster.

People gather around town square, that includes the Royal family too, for the execution is about to commence. In the middle were three men lined up side by side. Each of them standing on their own tree stump which was the only thing keeping them alive as rope is tied around their neck.

This is it.

This is the end of the Jeon clan.

As of the moment, the people up front are the last out of the 4 batches. The other Jeon's that went before them were already dead, bodies wrapped in cloth as they are displayed on the ground for the people to see.

Horror.

Sadness.

That's what every person in the area probably feels while watching the Jeons die. Friends... acquaintances... that's what everybody is losing.

Even the king who owns the empire, for he has lost an adviser. Jeon Donghyun, such a good adviser when it comes to finances. However, the king can't back up his decision now. The risk is too high.

"This is what happens when you commit treason!" he announces to the crowd.

The last batch.

The father in the middle, the eldest son on the right, and the youngest son...

Jungkook.

The princess stares intently at her lover's eyes. His brown doe eyes piercing through the princess' soul... He looked innocent. He is innocent. Although she felt awful because she can't do anything... She can't fight for him. She can't defend him. The rules were just against them. Hence, all she can do is stare at him as he stares back, putting on a blank face to show no biases to the decision.

He opens his mouth to say something. The princess stares intently to figure out what he can be saying.

"I love you Kim Kyungmi..."

THUMP!

Sounds of tree stumps being kicked were heard, followed by groans of struggle by the three men up front.

People look away however, the princess doesn't, even though her heart was tightening so hard in her chest.

I want to see your eyes, even for the last time.

A tear rushes down her cheek.

Kyungmi blankly stares in front of her phone, the picture of BTS still on the screen. A tear dripped from her eye, however she doesn't know why she feels a hard pain in her chest.

"W-what was that," she silently mutters, turning her attention to the guy that caused whatever it was.

Starting then, she dreams the same thing every night.