Quick post before I go back to sleep. I woke up at 6:44am after having a bad dream which I feel is connected to a past life (in the dream I was raped by my father, a theme what's been going on in my dreams for years already even that my father, in this life, hasn't been THAT bad, ever!)
So I tried to meditate after getting "yes" from online oracle cards to my question is my dream based on past life event(s). For the firs time ever in meditation, and in my life, I met archangel Rafael and he also helped me for the first time ever even that I've ask his help before.
He was tall. Like at least 3 meters. I didn't see his face so well, but he had toffee colored curly hair below his shoulders. He had most smooth and beautiful pure white wings and green "dress / cape".
He landed on his left knee in front of me, placing small pure orbs in my open palms before covering them with his hands. I felt his hold even in real life! It was firm, but soft. Warm and securing. I burst into heavy tears, still tearing up as I write this.
He told me I am special, that I deserve everything good, that I am healing etc. He was so warm, so gentle, so loving, so caring.
I asked him why he hasn't help me before when I've asked his help. I felt him smiling while still holding my hands. He said (with amazingly beautiful voice): "You weren't ready then. Unlike now. Besides you know how to cleanse yourself slightly." (he means my ability to make myself cry, whenever I want or need to, and cleanse myself that way). This time there was more heavier and negative energy which I couldn't had cleanse out myself. That's why he helped me.
He also left those clear orbs to me, saying they will help my hands heal whatever I touch better. Ever since I was a small girl, I always have imagined / known I have healing powers in my hands (aka reiki energy).
Then, at the end of meditation, I also met Jesus. Now, I always have been more or less careful about believing in Jesus mainly because I am not religious person, but spiritual yes. And to me Jesus presents unconditional love spiritually.
He bend down and kissed my head, saying some lovely words like how I am loved, how I need to love and appreciate myself more, how I am always loved and supported and helped. "There's always help all around to all of us if we just see and believe in it." That's what he said too before kissing my head again.
And that's when my meditation ended. And now I try to go back to sleep. I really, really need more sleep. Better sleep instead of few hours only with constant nightmares or constantly waking up... Or both.
26.1.2021
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Selfish - Part 2
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Genre: angst, fluff
Pairing: Jun x Reader / Chan x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: You love them both and you’re torn. But…what if you didn’t have to choose?
You couldn’t stop thinking about Chan since you saw him on Friday. It was Sunday night and you were getting ready for bed.
Was it normal to think about him so much? You were the one who broke up with him. Did you even have a right to think about him when you broke his heart?
You couldn’t quite describe your feelings. It was possible that maybe you felt a little regret. Did you regret breaking up with him?
Even as Jun lay next to you in bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about your ex. Your thoughts made you question everything. Did you miss talking to Chan? Hanging out with him? Was it bad to have these thoughts? You had barely had a conversation with the guy yet you felt so guilty even thinking about him.
You reached under your pillow for your phone. You had no new messages. Part of you wondered if he’d ever text you after the breakup. He hadn’t. He just left you alone.
You called him a couple days after breaking up and he didn’t answer. You texted him asking if he wanted you to bring him his stuff. He texted back, “Throw it out.” Then he texted you again, “If you want your stuff, I’ll be out until late. The code is still the same. Get it then.”
Later that day, you went to get your things. As he said, he wasn’t there. Your things were in a box by the door. You picked it up, a pang of regret in your chest. It hurt you because you felt like he didn’t want any reminder of you. You looked in the box and even found things you’d forgotten about.
And that was the last you heard of him. He didn’t call or text you. He stopped liking your pictures on Instagram and your Facebook posts. He didn’t unfollow or block you but he just left you there.
You went through your contacts and came across his name. You clicked on it and started typing.
Y/N [11:56pm]: Are you mad at me?
As soon as you sent it, you regretted it. You wanted to take it back, to pretend it never happened. You weren’t sure if he’d bother responding. You weren’t sure if he was up studying or if he was asleep.What if he ignored you? If he did, you wouldn’t be able to blame him. You broke up with him and broke his heart. Why would he want to talk to you?
Five minutes went by and your phone stayed silent. You decided to turn your phone off because you were feeling anxious. He wasn’t going to respond. It was over between the two of you.
From next to you, Jun shifted in bed next to you. He planted a kiss on your shoulder and started rubbing it. “You still awake babe?” You turned around to face him. Upon seeing your face, he added, “What’s wrong, babe? Are you feeling okay?”
You nodded. “Just having trouble sleeping…”
It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t exactly a truth either. You were honestly upset because of Chan and the anxiety over whether or not he’d answer your message.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face.
“It’s okay.”
“I’ve just been so tired from work…”
“I know,” you said. “Get some sleep.”
He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You felt him kiss your temple before he closed his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered sleepily.
“I love you, too…”
You woke to the sound of Jun shuffling around the room. You opened your eyes and sat up in bed. He smiled upon seeing you rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Good morning,” he said. “Time to get up for work. I thought I’d let you sleep a little longer this morning.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. I even steamed your shirt for you.”
You smiled and stood up. You headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face as Jun shuffled back and forth, preparing for his workday. He worked early on Mondays unfortunately. As you dried your face, he planted a kiss on your lips.
He said, “I have a team dinner tonight…” You nodded. “I’ll call you afterward, okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’ll talk to you later. Have a good day at work.”
He smiled before heading out. You went to turn your phone on and then you were reminded of the regretful text message you sent to your ex. Your heart dropped as your notifications rolled in and you saw his name flash across the screen.
Yoochan [12:43am]: No.
Yoochan [12:44am]: Why are you texting me?
You didn’t know what to make of his response. You shouldn’t have texted him in the first place. It was definitely a mistake to text him. You should’ve just left it all alone, accepting him as a part of your past with Jun being your future. But your curiosity got the better of you, only to be humiliated like this. Had he told his friends? He was probably chuckling to himself at the idea of you actually reaching out to contact him.
Y/N [7:31am]: I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.
Yoochan [7:33am]: That’s not what I meant. I’m just wondering why. You broke up with me.
Y/N [7:33am]: I just-
You started erasing the message and started typing out a new one.
Y/N [7:33am]: I’m sorry I hurt you
Yoochan [7:34am]: It’s okay
Yoochan [7:34am]: It doesn’t matter anymore
Y/N [7:35am]: Can we start over? As friends?
Yoochan [7:37am]: Okay
Y/N [7:38am]: Are you doing anything tonight? Do you want to eat with me?
Yoochan [7:45am]: I get off of work at 8. I’ll text you then.
Chan was surprised that you texted him. When he woke up on his laptop in the middle of the night, he was shocked enough. He’d fallen asleep listening to his lecture notes on his laptop. He yawned and checked his phone. He thought he was dreaming when your name popped up in his text messages. He rubbed his eyes and even stood up to gain his bearings.
After walking around his room and even drinking some water, he realized that he wasn’t dreaming. He was wide awake and you had texted him. A million ideas ran through his mind. Why were you texting him? What did you want? Were you going to try to get him back somehow? Was that what this was about? Did you regret breaking up with him? You hadn’t contacted him and he hadn’t contacted you. You weren’t friends. You weren’t colleagues. You had no relationship whatsoever.
He opened the text which was just you wondering if he was mad at you. He had every right to be angry. You broke up with him after avoiding him for a week, coming up with excuses and lies. You broke his heart and then ended up going to another man. To make matters worse, you’d gone back to your ex-boyfriend—the one who wasn’t mature enough to handle a relationship with you.
Chan picked you up when you were broken. You were just friends at first but then he slowly started falling for you. His friends were skeptical, saying that maybe he shouldn’t get in a relationship with you right away. But after he confessed that he liked you, you said that you liked him, too. And he couldn’t help himself. He loved you and he fell for you hard. And just a few short months later, you left him on the floor and walked away from him.
How could you go back to the person that hurt you so much? He thought. How could you let him in again after all the times Chan spent comforting you?
Chan had every right to be angry with you. When you first broke up with him, he wanted to hate you. He wanted to paint you as a villain but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it because he was still in love with you even if you no longer felt the same, even if you were still in love with your ex. Even now, seeing your name brought all of his feelings and emotions to the surface. It was as if he’d gotten a cut, his feelings seeping out of him slowly, little by little.
When you suggested hanging out again, he was at a loss for words. Had seeing him the other day had this effect on you? Did you miss him?
He realized that he missed you. He missed hanging out with you, even before you started dating. He missed making you laugh and having movie nights with you. Then again, he missed kissing you and making love to you and holding you after. He missed taking you on cute dates and he missed when you would come get him from work.
Either way, he missed you and he was excited to see you after his shift later.
Chan was excited, but nervous. He wanted to see you more than anything else but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea. Were you still with Jun? Had you broken up? He wasn’t sure.
He could hardly concentrate on taking orders at the cafe. His shift came to an end at eight and he quickly cleaned up and helped his co-worker close up. He was surprised when he found you sitting on the bench outside of the cafe. You stood up and started walking toward him. He thought you looked amazing. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen you, really seen you, in a while.
“Hey,” you said. “It’s been a while…”
He nodded. “It has been.”
“Do you want to get chicken and beer?” you suggested. “I kind of had the taste for it.”
“Sure,” he said. “There’s a place that’s pretty good nearby.”
You walked side by side and it felt a bit awkward. Being how things ended between you, you weren’t surprised. You weren’t sure what to say to him.
“I’m really sorry about how things ended up…”
Chan shook his head. “It’s okay. That’s the past now, right? We should just keep going.”
“You’re right.”
“How are things with you?”
“Good. I’m still working at the same place. I still like it so far. What about you? How are your classes going?”
“They’re going good. I’ve been working hard since it’s almost time for finals.”
“You always used to do so well. You’ll definitely get good grades.”
You arrived at the chicken restaurant and Chan opened the door for you. You walked in and sat down at an empty table. Chan sat across from you and took his coat off.
He said, “I recommend the gochujang chicken but we can get it less spicy. I know you don’t like it too hot.”
You nodded. “Let’s get one that’s not spicy too. That way it’s balanced.” You opened up the alcohol menu. “Should we get a pitcher of beer?”
“Yeah. I haven’t had beer in a while…”
He recalled the night he saw you. He drank soju with his friends that day. They left the restaurant when they finished eating and went to karaoke, where they drank a little more. He couldn’t hold on his frustration anymore. In the middle of singing Hyuna’s “Bubble Pop,” Chan stood up from his seat.
He said, “I’m going back to the restaurant. I need to talk to Y/N…”
Jason put down his mic and said, “She’s probably gone by now. Besides, if you go there what are you going to say to her?”
Chan had no idea what he would’ve said. He didn’t have a plan; he just wanted to see your face. He missed you and he didn’t care if you had a new boyfriend. He loved you and he wanted to stress that to you.
“I’m going to tell her that I love her,” he said, heading toward the door.
Jason’s eyes widened as he stood in front of the door, blocking it so that Chan couldn’t go out. “Are you crazy? Are you forgetting that she broke up with you?”
“I just really need to talk to her,” Chan mumbled, pulling out his phone. “Maybe I should text her instead…” His fingers felt numb as he typed in his password. He started scrolling through his contacts, looking for your name.
Chan was rudely interrupted as Luna snatched his phone from his hands.
Jason grabbed his arm. “There’s nothing to talk about. Come on. Let’s find a new song. It’s your turn. You have the best voice here.”
With that, Chan took the mic and started looking through the book of songs. His impulse to contact you had suddenly disappeared as his friends distracted him.
He smiled at the thought, finally being brought back to present time with you.
“What are you smiling at?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
“It’s nothing. Just a random, funny thought.”
You didn’t ask about it and he didn’t offer any more information either. You were curious but you had to keep in mind that you no longer had the close relationship that you once had. Chan was your ex-boyfriend and, maybe, after some time, you’d become friends again. You weren’t sure how things would end up this time.
Your phone vibrated on the table.
Jun [8:20pm]: We’re almost done with dinner. Do you want to hang out afterward?
A pang of guilt hit you in the chest. You hadn’t done anything yet you still felt a bit guilty. You hadn’t told Jun that you were going out with Chan. He wouldn’t be happy if he knew. After all, when you got back together, you promised him that Chan wouldn’t be a problem and that you didn’t have feelings for him anymore. At the time it was true but, sitting here in front of him, you wondered if your feelings were just pushed away for a little while. It was evident that you still had feelings for him. You wondered if he felt the same.
You started typing your response to your boyfriend.
Y/N [8:21pm]: Hey. I’m out eating with a friend now. We just got here.
Jun [8:21pm]: No problem. Have fun. Call me when you get home safely, okay?
It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth either. Another pang of guilt hit you but, this time, it stayed.
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