Sigh.
The park buzzes with little kids running around, playing little games. You recognize one of the games- you used to play it with your father when you were a kid. He would bring you here every Sunday, where you both would spend the whole time running around, getting muddy, going out of breathes, laughing so hard your tummies would hurt, and then your mother would tell you both off for being late.
Ah, the good old days.
But then reality hits and you remember- Graham had just humiliated you in front of the public- called you out on your insecurities. And as much as you hate to admit it, you believe its true. The standards, the norm of being a news anchor- flawless white skin, tall height, long hair. You look into your pocket mirror and your heart sinks.
A tired young woman, oily and blotchy face, acne spread over the cheeks. Your hair is a mess, your hoodie smells, your double chin expands the size of Texas.
Sigh.
Tears pool around your eyes. You're not fit for the job. Just give up. But you're not, and you know why. Because there are seven men for whom you're working hard. You want to prove to the world that your obsession with BTS isn't a distraction but a motivation.
"Here, take this." You flinch and look beside you- a man has sat down and you hadn't noticed. He's offering you a handkerchief. You gratefully take it and wipe off your tears, looking at the little children playing.
"I don't know what has happened to you, but I would suggest that you don't hold in like that. It looks like you want to cry but you're trying not to. This might cause health problems. You can cry all you want- no one's here to judge." The man says.
No ones here to judge. Pathetic words for someone like you, who has always been judged- for appearance, for emotions, for your past, for your dreams.
"I'm not good enough." you say. This is all you got, and it's not enough for the world you're trying to survive in. The man clears his throat, "Context, if you don't mind?"
You sigh. The man doesn't know you and you don't know him either, so maybe sharing a bit will help you feel better and he won't judge like he said. So you give in and begin to speak, "For news anchoring. I passed the exam with good grades, but no company is accepting me. Funny, right? They want visuals over skills. I just wish I was prettier."
"You are." the man says. Your heart swells the tiniest bit, but then Graham's words puncture it again. You shake your head, "You can't say that when you yourself are hiding your face under your hoodie." you say.
The man shifts, "I just have a little skin reaction to eggs. I'm hiding it to not scare people off." he says. You sigh, "Man, I just want to die. I don't think anyone will ever understand me."
"No you don't. Please don't say such things. Hey, is that BTS on your phone?" the man perks up. You look at your phone case- it indeed is. 7 of the most handsome faces on earth, all dressed in pastels, sitting around purple boxes. It's a group photo taken on their 10 year festa, and it reminds you of the song Take Two by them. You nod, "Yeah, been following them since they debuted." you don't realize it but suddenly your voice is filled with pride for the men.
"You're a part of the biggest fandom in the world and you're saying no one will understand you? I'll tell you what, how about you share your problems with the ARMY? They will understand. I promise. Just drop it on Twitter." The man suggests. You look at your phone, then at the sky, and then think.
Phone.
Sky.
Phone.
Sky.
And you do it.
5 minutes have passed and you've been talking to this man. You don't know who he is, but his words are magic. You're feeling uplifted by them every second.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping ping ping ping ping ping ping.
"What the heck!" You mutter at the amount of notification chimes from your phone, "Oh, the ARMY is responding!"
user_armygirl7771306: Girllllll what are you talking about!?! You're so pretty!
user_tataprincess131306: Never say you're not enough!!!!
user_jiminsbarbie: Just look at your eyes, they're so endearing!
user_littlemeow77: Just give us your ex's address. Yoongi stans assemble!
Here! : user_minthaircat0309
Got the knife : user_yoongisbutt0309
Do we need chloroform? : user_agustdiss1306
Keep it just in case : user_savagesuga777
Your heart warms up at the funny remarks and attempts by them to cheer you up. You giggle and feel light. One thing's for sure- Yoongi stans never disappoint and they have some serious beef with bad people. They're always ready to drag haters to death, but they also believe that its kind of useless and why not just spend time comparing Yoongi to cats.
Maybe you give them Graham's address for real.
You're seriously thinking of dropping it, but then conscience hits you.
No you won't. Bad Ami. You can't do that.
A sigh of satisfaction, and you turn to the man to thank him for lifting you up with his kind words and his idea of sharing it with the ARMY.
But he's gone.
You're sitting alone on the orange bench, the sky already dark. You silently send a prayer to the heaven's for that man's health and peace. Then you realize you forgot to give his handkerchief back to him. You unfold it, and in a tiny embroidery sits a small logo of your fandom, the ARMY.
You hug it tight and promise yourself to never lose it.
(A/N: Did you know you can comment on every paragraph using the little + sign beside them?)
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She Flies in Purple Skies
Adventure"She Flies in Purple Skies: Their Seven Shoulders Hoist Her High" invites you into a world where dreams and reality blur. You're Uri Ami (pronounced Aa-Mee), a 19-year-old journalism student with a deep passion for BTS. Life is ticking along quietly...
