Life Goes On [BTS X ARMY]

Chapter 15

What... is going on?

With my phone hanging limply in my hands, I stare at my surroundings, without even moving an inch of my head, my eyebrows creased and lips parted to help me breath. Because whatever was going on here, it was eating me up.

I... I had been dreaming...this whole time. Right?

Or was that really a dream?

What else then? Is there a better explanation?

Sejin had hung up long back, but unlike the memories resurfacing in my head, I didn't move nor rush out. I stood there with my phone still in my hands, unsure whether I was still dreaming or not.

Whether this was reality or not.

Slowly but surely, I walked towards my window and stared at the soft peach curtains pulled over it, leaving just a smooth layer of sunlight to pass through it. Grabbing the curtains, I pushed them apart, letting the morning sunlight streak in.

It was real. The world outside was real.

This is reality.

I may have missed out the opportunity to check if all those times were really dreams or the reality, but this time, I'm sure.

This is the reality.

No way in hell will this be a dream.

I lift the phone up and stare at the locker screen. 5th October. Tuesday.

Fine. I'll end this day.

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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.

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

Until my own actions come back to me.

What am I doing? Why am I calling him?

No...why was the first thing that crossed my mind to do was call him?

I pull the phone away from my ears and stare at the screen like I was seeing it for the first time, Yoongi's name plastered on.

Is it because that's how the dreams play out? That I call him?

What then?

Do I follow the same conversations?

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

"H- Hyung? Are you guys okay? What is... going on?" I force myself to utter the words, ask the question I already know the answer to. However I needed to make sure.

Make sure that this was indeed playing out like the dream.

But no reply came.

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..." My whisper came out like a whine, for the impatience was killing me.

"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.

Licking my chapped lips, I carefully decided on my words, the ones I heard in my dream. "Where are you?"