Life Goes On [BTS X ARMY]

Chapter 2

My grandmother, Kim Yoona, was the sub manager of BTS. Or more clearly, Min Yoongi's , one of the member's manager. She had been working for them since 2015, and once the member's had been assigned individual manager's, grandmother was assigned for Min Yoongi.

Throughout her life, grandmother had been a devoted worker, not just because she loved her job, or because it was the biggest boy band of the world, but because she was an ARMY. She would tell me what her life felt like before she knew them. That nothing in her life made sense, that she felt like a lost cause, repeating her daily works like a robot, not having a meaning, a purpose.

BTS gave her a meaning. A purpose. She said that meeting them felt like meeting her family, that their presence in itself was a ray of sunshine, happiness and laughter in her life. They made her believe never to give up, never to lose hope and that anything was possible as long as you believed in it.

Grandmother's bizarre dream was to get rich, be rich so that the generation after her would still live comfortably with her money, like myself. Her dream came true indeed. Grandmother became awfully rich, but when it did come true, it did not feel great at all. Because the ones that gave her hope, her family, her light in the darkness, were gone. By the time she got rich, BTS were already dead.

She says that she had been with them all the time, and that none of what the world believes today is true. BTS never conned anyone and they weren't criminals. That they had been played with.

But the whole world knows the truth, and there are a lot of evidence to miss out on. And according to grandmother's therapist from years back, she was traumatised from the events that took place, and created a story of her own in her head where BTS are the good guys and are wrongly accused by the world and they die trying to prove their innocence.

If only that were true. But it's not, and nothing can change what has been set in stone.

Grandmother says that shortly after 2020, BTS had left their agency named Hybe due to issues she still doesn't knows and joined another agency- SilverSpoon Entertainment.

She said that her work with them had come to an end right then because she was a worker at Hybe. But the boys still remained good friends with her as they shared a lot of memories. And yet, despite all that they shared, grandmother could never tell when things started to go wrong.

When the boys started getting bags under their eyes, or when the smiles begin to leave their faces, or when they no longer shined. Was it when they were still in Hybe? Or after they joined SilverSpoon? She didn't know. All she knew was that, things started ruining after their first and last album with SilverSpoon.

Sometimes she blames herself, saying that it was her fault she left them alone. That had she stuck with them instead of Hybe, things could have been different. Things could have worked out in her favour. Maybe the boys would still be alive.

Or maybe she would have died with them. That is what I think.

Of course I didn't tell that to her.

Because not long after, the truth about them was revealed and the whole world was hungry for their blood. Their agency tried to help them flee to safety, somewhere media couldn't reach them. But on their way, BTS crashed their own private jet, killing themselves, three airhostesses and two pilots along with them.

So that, my dear listeners, is the story of the seven legends and their untimely end.

So much for being legends.

The weather forecast had turned out to be a lie. There was to be no hurricane, just extremely heavy rainfall.

And by the time the sun had set, the rain had already subsided, leaving an empty dampness all around the city.

After my outburst with Grandmother, I had locked myself up in my room, not listening to anyone as they knocked on my door to get me out to eat. Call me childish for someone who was 22 years old, but honestly, I was really pissed. It made me mad to think that even after all these years, even in the age of 82, she still believes these lies. And a part of me thinks she will die believing in them.

Why couldn't she just believe it? Why couldn't she just see the truth? That they were indeed frauds? Is she saying that all those evidences are fake?

So mad at her, I didn't open the door even when father knocked on it, and that is saying something. Instead, I waited until the rain subsided and when it did, I stormed out of the house, eager to take in some much needed fresh air, if you can call it fresh.

But now that I was outside, walking down the streets of Seoul, watching the passerbys mind their own businesses with hooded eyes and damp clothes, the slow drizzle that was still ongoing above my umbrella, I realized how very cruel I had been.

Whether she believes it or not, I had no right to burst like that. I'm not the one that had my trust broken, my whole life turned into a lie. They were her only family, and she was deceived. It was only natural she lost it and created her own fantasies.

Her reality sucked, so who was I to pull her back to this Hellhole when her own deranged fantasies were her salvation? If it kept her happy, who was I to take it away from her?

"Oh fuck!" I hissed under my breath, running my fingers through my brown hairs.

I should apologies. Of course I should. As crazy as these stories may be, they were her life story now. And I was the only person ready to lend an ear to listen to them, something her own daughter, my mother never did. Leaving her now would make her awfully lonely.

Yes, I should go back and apologies, say her I lost my mind and that I believe her. Yes that is what I will do. That-

Ring! Ring!

The vibration in my pocket pulls me out of my trance as I see who the caller is. It's mother.

"Hello."

"Ye Suh! Where are you?"

"Just outside. Why?"

"What on earth are you doing there at this time! You-"

"Why? Mother what's wrong?"

"I- uh...I will explain later, just cone to Hankuk Hospital now. Quickly!"

Hankuk Hospital. That's the hospital grandmother goes to. What is...

"Mother. Mother! Mother tell me what's going on!?"

Silence.

"It's your grandma. She collapsed. We took her to the hospital. Come quickly Ye Suh now!"

The urgency and fear in mother's voice had me stunned to the point that I had no idea my hands were already trembling. It felt like the breath had been knocked out of me as I found it difficult to breath, let alone move my muscles.

Grandmother...is in...the hospital? Now? Why now? Is it because of what I said?

"No..." I whispered, feeling the bile rise in my throat while the tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill out.

No no no you can't be. You can't be in the hospital now you can't be sick! I was just going to apologies! You can't make me live with guilt for the rest of my life! No no no!

"No!" I all but screamed, finding the energy in my muscles to move again as I dropped my umbrella and begin running to Lord only knew which direction, until I spotted a taxi and hailed it.

With tears staining my cheeks now, I rushed inside the car as the driver asked me my destination, pulling me down to earth.

"Ma'am?"

"Hankuk Hospital please."

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