She Flies in Purple Skies

3: The Knock of Fate

You sit at your desk, the soft glow of your lamp casting a warm light over your study materials. The handkerchief with the ARMY logo is folded neatly on the desk beside you, a small but significant reminder of the kindness you received.

You thought you were alone in this, but you're not. The amount of ARMY comments under your tweet just proves that you were a massive idiot for even imagining you had to deal with all of it alone.

You decide that it would be a good idea to thank all of them, so you type out a long, sweet reply and post it. You mention all the Yoongi stans collectively, for how their sense of humour made your day.

You marvel at the fact that there are so many people like you, who share the same struggle, some more, some less. You really thought you had no one, but now you do, and you're grateful.

Days pass. You dive into your studies with a focus you haven't felt in a long time. You reach out to mentors and look for internships that could provide real-world experience. It's not easy, but every step forward feels like a victory.

You look at the handkerchief again, a small but powerful symbol of the support and hope that has been guiding you. With a deep breath, you embrace the possibilities that lie ahead, ready to face whatever comes next.

...

It's a fine evening- you're sitting at your window, trying to catch the tiniest glimpse of the setting sun. The sky is splattered with purple clouds, and all you hope is to see a purple whale flying through them, ready to take you to your 7 inspirations.

"Stupid, stupid." You say to yourself and pick up the pen. It's impossible. Just because it's showcased in the Zero O'Clock music video doesn't mean the purple whale is real. You begin to jot down the transcripts from old cases into your notebook, summarizing them and learning them for your interview tomorrow. You're convinced you will be showed on the television reading reports in a short time.

The TV in the corner of the room hums quietly, but you barely notice it until a loud jingle signals breaking news. Your eyes flick to the screen, and your heart sinks as the headline catches your attention: "Breaking News: Dark Secrets of BTS Revealed!"

The camera zooms in on Graham, standing confidently at the news desk. His smug expression and the provocative tone of his voice makes your stomach churn.

"This is a scoop like no other," Graham says, his voice dripping with malice. "We've uncovered some disturbing secrets about BTS. Stay tuned as we dive into the details."

You stare at the screen, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief. How dare he? You know Graham's motivations are nothing but an attempt to tear down the people you admire and have drawn strength from.

You really thought he loved you. All those times, you and him sitting in the library, studying together, exchanging shy glances. And then he gets his dream job and ditches you. How sick.

You look at the TV again. He's really doing it to irritate you, you're sure. That look in his eye, of hatred and envy, it's unmistakable. He knows how much they mean to you. Yet it seems like defaming them using his high links is his new mission. You scoff in disgust, "You're never gonna be able to get them off the charts, just know it."

You make yourself dinner- nothing special- just a bowl of rice with soup. You know it will get better. You know there will be a time when you'll eat proper meals three times a day, but for now as a struggling aspirant, you're grateful that you at least have something to eat. It isn't long when you doze off on your notebook.

...

Knock-knock

You jolt awake at the sound. It's 22:55, and you're not expecting anyone. Your parents live in Daejon, and you haven't really made friends here in Seoul despite the fact that you have been living here for 3 years. When you worked at the local café, there was a girl who was sweet to you, but you haven't heard from here for a long time either.

You don't really have friends at this point. Your phone chimes, and you remember- You've got  millions of friends across the earth.

But you still don't know if it's one of them who's at the door.

Considering the consequences, you walk to the door. A big sigh and you open it, only to be met with a small hallway with flickering lights.

Probably the neighbour's kids trying to mess with you.

You look at the clock exactly when it strikes 23:58, and eagerly, you pull out your phone, abandoning the big book of laws. As soon as it hits the 37th second, you play the song 'Zero O'Clock' by them and wait for midnight, ready to start your day with Jimin singing 'And you gonna be happy'. Jungkook's verses end, then Jimin's, then V's, then Jin's, but as soon as it hits 12, you hear a knock again. It's not from the door, but from your window.

"Huh?" You flinch, "What in the-" Before you can say something else, you hear knock again. Scared, you walk up to the window, rolling a newspaper in your hand- a useless weapon- if you're destined to die, you will. One moment your hand sits on the handle, the next it slides it open.

"Uri Ami," a deep voice says- one you never expected to hear. "Climb down and get in the car. We need to leave urgently."

Namjoon's fierce eyes meet yours in a beat. Your brain short circuits- What in the world is this god of handsomeness doing at your window?!?!?!

Soft brown hair frame his face elegantly and the golden light from your desk creates shadows on his face. The dips and curves of his cheeks, nose, eyelids.

Holy cow he's so handsome-

His aura just does something and gets you to your feet. You nod with the same intensity, "I'll grab my hoodie real quick." You say and rush to your wardrobe. You pull out a lilac one and clasp it in your hand, then climb down the pipe using the leader's help. And as you both disappear in the moonlight, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. All you know is you trust him and he must have a reason to knock at your window at 12am.

You're just not sure if it's legal for him to drive.

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