Dreams of Arcadia

9

While the two of them were still running around the apartment screaming, I went back into Jin's bathroom, dried myself off and put my dress back on, comfortably grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and sat down on the couch.

"Get over here right now, you little stalker, if I catch you it'll be a sit down!" Jin shouted.

"But if I already know that you want to hit me, why would I come to you voluntarily?" asked Mingi in a panic. Giggling, I watched them slow down as they were both completely out of breath. Mingi looked at me in disbelief as he ran past me and Jin stopped in surprise. He hadn't even noticed me because of the chase and was now looking at me, breathing heavily. Smiling, I raised a hand and gave him a friendly wave.

"Hey." I said curtly and he immediately lowered the broom and dropped onto the couch, still keeping a safe distance... but he seemed to have realized that we weren't dangerous burglars. Mingi sat down on the other side, panting, and took off his goggles.

"Mingi?" gasped Jin and the person addressed nodded.

"Yeah... Sry hyung, you scared me... we didn't know you were dead, we were just curious about your apartment. We didn't expect you to actually be here." he explained and Jin nodded.

"So I'm really dead? I thought I was dreaming some weird shit where Johnny Depp shows up in front of me and tells me I'm dead... I dream like that a lot, but usually Brad Pitt comes up as death... and then we ate peanut butter together... oh yes..." he seemed to drift off for a moment, then turned his eyes to me.

"And you? Did you get it too? Staff?" he asked curiously.

"No, family of an idol..." I explained and he nodded in understanding.

"What's your name?" he wanted to know.

"My name is Kim Y/N... My sister is Yoohyeon from Dreamcatcher." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you, call me Jin." he offered before finally pulling off the mask, crumpling it up and throwing it in the wastepaper basket next to the couch. He was really lazy, the kitchen was only three meters away...

"Are there any more BTS members here?" asked Mingi, and only then did Jin seem to think about it.

"I wasn't looking for them, I didn't know this was real. But when the ceiling collapsed... we were all standing at the back of the stage, next to each other... so I strongly assume that everyone must be here. Oh man... Poor Army..." he looked concerned.

"Poor Atiny..." added Mingi.

"Are we regretting grieving fandoms now? Then why don't you add Stays and Insomnias to the mix?" I said.

"There must be a lot of chaos in the real world right now." Jin mused.

"I'm glad we can't see it from here." said Mingi.

"Somehow there's something... I don't know, a feeling that prevents me from regretting too much what happens in the real world... normally I would cry without Yooie and Honggiah, but... there's nothing... no sadness... just a little pity, for those left behind." I explained and the other two nodded.

"True, I would normally cry terribly because of my family... but... there's a wall that won't let that get to me." Mingi confirmed.

"But does that mean the other way around, that my assumption that my band members are all here, is true? Because I'm very worried about them." Jin asked.

"That makes sense. So... what do we do now? Should we look for them?" I wanted to know and Jin sighed.

"Afterward... I'm hungry... Do you want to eat with me?" Jin invited us and despite several pizzas and a salad bowl full of ice cream, we nodded enthusiastically, eyes shining, who would turn down Kim Seokjin's home-cooked meal? Certainly not me...