Life Goes On [BTS X ARMY]

Chapter 14

Everywhere I looked, there were people. Not just any people, reporters and journalists. Scurrying around like rats in hunger, but these people, they weren't hungry for food. They were hungry for gossip.

With my hood pulled over my head, I stare at the zombie like crowd in the entrance of Silver spoon building as they try to catch even a glimpse of anyone related to BTS, and that also may include me.

Anything to feed the newspapers.

There was no way I would be allowed inside. Not like this.
HYBE was crushed with people just like this. Then...what of the boy's dorm? Or their apartments? Is it the same there too?

You could always call...

Of course. I could call! Why didn't I think of that sooner? How dumb could I be?

Turning away from the massive crowd, I fished out my phone before pressing on Yoongi's number, waiting for the man to pick up.

Just as I place the phone beside my ear, a sense of Deja Vu hits me, making me suck in a deep breath.

"Where are you?"

"At the airport."

"Why are you guys in the airport?"

"We are leaving the country."

The breath I had been holding in gasped out of me as my eyes grow wide in shock, making my body tremble all over. But it doesn't end.

"As crazy as it sounds, we need to do this. There is too much happening at once. Once the fire cools down, we will come back and fix this mess. We will-"

"STOP!"

The people passing by me glance at me as if I were a mad woman, and I can't blame them. I just screamed at myself to stop. But...stop what?

What was that just now? What was I listening?

Voices in your head?

You are the voice in my head. I felt like to snap at my inner voice, but I kind of knew she was right.

I was indeed listening to something, but it wasn't just a mere voice. It felt oddly familiar. Like a distant memory...

What...what am I thinking? What memory?

Pull yourself together Yeh Suh!

"Come on." I muttered under my breath, tapping my foot impatiently. "Come on. Pick up, hyung. Pick up."

After what felt like centuries, the man finally picked up, but no words came.

"Hello? Hyung? Hyung is this you? Are you guys okay? What the hell is going on?"

No reply.

I stared at the concrete floor with my eyebrows creased in worry and lips parted to breath, waiting for any reply but nothing came, save for the soft breathing.

"Hyung..." I whispered, feeling like something was clenching my heart. Why was he being so silent.

"Yoona..." Yoongi slowly trailed off, making me jerk my head up swiftly as I sighed in relief. Thank god he replied.

But I was still not assured.

However this time I took my time to question the man, feeling like I was walking on thin glass, and that it would break any minute. With a soft voice, I asked. "Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

"At the airport."

"At the airport."