Journey of the 8th Member of BTS

miracles? bullshit.

Numb. Emotionless. Lonely. Confused. Wrecked.

This is how she'd describe her current status. She was numb, not just only because of the physical pain.

As she'd been crying for past 16 hours, now she felt like she had no tears left to cry. She couldn't bring herself to show any emotion on her face. Some people surrounding her looked at her with pity in their eyes, understanding or pretending to understand her state. While others just scoffed at her, murmuring to themselves how inhumane and detached she seemed for an occasion like this.

Were they expecting her to cry continuously? She didn't know and in all honesty she didn't care about all those surrounding her and what they'd think of her.

The loneliness she felt was immeasurable. She looked at the two photos in front of her, the smiles in them reminding her that she would never able to witness those smiles again. The flowers and incense sticks a painful reminder of her painful reality. The reality that she was now all alone in this world, with no one to call her own. The only person she could now rely on was herself.

As she looked at all the people gathered around, some bowing in front of the photos, placing flowers and lighting incense sticks, she couldn't help but wonder what will happen to her now.

She was barely in her teens and now she was supposed to maneuver her way through the giant webs called society and world.

And at last Hwayoung was absolutely wrecked by guilt. The thought that she wouldn't have to go through any of these confusing emotions if only she was a bit more aware of her surroundings, plagued her mind.

The guilt that she probably was the reason she now was all alone, with no one by her side gnawed at her insides.

As everyone started leaving the funeral home Hwa looked at the photo frames in front of her one more time. Her gaze full of pain, longing, guilt, she whispered,

"I'm sorry eomma, I'm sorry appa. "

A tear escaped her eye.

And then another.

And then another. Until she couldn't hold it in anymore and cried her heart out. Her gut wrenching sobs making the remaining people look at her with a pitiful expression, some even crying a bit as they heard the young girl crying and asking for forgiveness from her parents again and again. Blaming herself for their deaths. And asking them to come back.

"Appa, please.... ple...please don't leave me all alone, please comeback with mom. " Hwayoung was now full on sobbing, not caring about how she looked.

"I'll be a good daughter mom, I'll eat all the vegetables you served and I'll not whine or complain. So please comeback huh? please, please comeback to me, I need you mom, I need you dad. "

Oh how much she wished that magic and fairies are real. How much she wished that genies are real. How much she wished that she can time travel to the past and save her parents form meeting their untimely death.

But alas, all of these miracles happened in the land of fiction only. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't turn back time. She truly was all alone now.

-XOXO-

A/n : Hello, I'm back... So what do you think of the story so far? what do you think will HwaYoung do now?
And how do you think bangtan would be involved with her?