Life Goes On [BTS X ARMY]

Chapter 24

The silence in the room was not what I could call peaceful, because although everything seemed to be in a standstill, the constant crashing of waves on my head was deafening. It felt like my mind was running a marathon of its own, the gears spinning so fast I couldn't tell how much thinking I was doing in a millisecond. Yes, the room was extremely quite, safe for the ticking of the clock on my wall.

Gnawing at my thumb nail, I stared into space with my legs pulled to my chest stop my bed, the morning sunlight streaming in through the closed curtains. I was back on the same day, the news gad already played out on the TV, Sejin had already called, I was supposed to be running to the airport now, but I couldn't.

For some reason, I just couldn't. I had too much to think to even move a muscle.

Choi Jin San. The man I came to crush over in this timeline. Unbeknownst to me I was head over heels for a guy who mostly likely is my late grandpa's age. And yet I fell for him. So much that for the first time I felt what it's like to have your heart broken. I felt the pain of unrequited love.

He was my first love. And somehow, he is also BTS's manager.

How on earth did that come to be?

"Was it...a coincidence?" I mutter to myself deep in thought, my thumb midway to my lips.

Why did it never occur to me to know who BTS's manager is? They told me about him countless times. So many times and yet it never crossed my mind.

How he had forced them to leave the apartment. Even though the manager doesn't really get to order around the artist, why did I not find it weird when they said he had forcefully pushed them out of the house?

Was that really... Jin San's doing? Was he really like that?

"But then..."

I saw you. I saw you at the riot. How did you end up here, in Seoul, when you were on your way to Jeju island?

He should have been dead. If the plane crashed like that and ended up in the ocean with no survivers, he should die too. So then why...

Come to think of it. The news reports said nine people were found dead. BTS. The one pilot. The one stewardess. Literally every soul on board. There was never a mention of a manager so then how...

"Did he get down?" I mused to myself. That is most likely what happened. That is the only explanation. Perhaps after I left, the plane must have landed again and he might have left the plane, or maybe they stopped by another airport on the way.

Yes, that must be the case. That is the only logical explanation. So then why... Do I still feel...

"By any chance..." I could feel my own heart hammer at the thought I was having but soon, I brushed it off, vigorously shaking my head to push the thought away. No. That cannot be the case.

Things cannot get this ugly.

Getting to my feet, I stood before the window with my hands over the curtains before I pulled them apart, letting the day start all over again.

I'm conflicted. I'm not sure what could have happened. So I need to see for myself. I need to make sure.

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"Leaving without saying goodbye?" I asked with a calm voice and a sincere smile, walking towards the plane without anyone restraining me as the boy who had just been about to board the plane stopped midway, bright smiles appearing on their faces at the sight of me. "Yoonah!"

Jungkook was the first to run to me, making me release a sigh of relief to know they didn't hate me anymore. They didn't remember after all. Breaking away from the hug, I grinned up at the taller as the others joined in too, letting me drink in the sight of them. "After getting a new manager, you seem to be forgetting about me."