The Butterfly Effect [BTS Fanfiction]

1. ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ

「ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ」

ᏴᏌᎢᎢᎬᎡFᏞᏆᎬᏚ.

I was never really fond of them. They were disgusting. I was actually afraid of butterflies, I was afraid that they'd try and land on me.

Then, why is it, that in this dream, I wanted the butterfly to come to me?

The familiar settings of the dream was reassuring to me. Everything about it. The vast emptiness, the painted red sky and that butterfly.

I wanted to stay in this dream forever. But that person always forbade me.

"Don't."

I wanted to reply, to ask questions. However, I could never bring myself to. In this world that only occurred in my dreams. Words were irrelevant.

"Don't chase the butterfly."

Suddenly, the image began to mutate.

This world was collapsing.

I awoke with a start, the fine silvery ribbons of the dream escaping my thoughts.

The dream had eluded me once again.

I sighed and slowly made my way out of bed, I walked - barefoot - to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing my face with water.

I glanced up to my mirror and saw someone unfamiliar looking back at me.

Since when did I become such a mess?

My eye bags were deep and my face was pale, the straight ebony hair that everyone had envied so much was now in a tangle.

I didn't understand how being away from someone you love could affect you like this - but I did.

I had been seeing a therapist ever since Jungkook went into coma. The sessions are hard, but I know that it helps me in some way.

My therapist; Dr. Kelin, handed me a flier when I told her about my dreams. The flier was about a 'dream doctor', I didn't know those existed and I was a bit skeptical.

But she spoke high praise of him, so I was convinced it would help me.

I headed to the 'dream clinic', the automatic doors opened before me and I immediately was hit by the chilling air-conditioning and the smell of chamomile.

Before I could even walk up to the reception, I heard a cheery voice call out, "Welcome to Dream Clinic, where dreams do come true! My name is Summer, how can I help you?"

The receptionist looked young - maybe in her teens, perhaps she was doing volunteer work? In any case, I didn't feel any better with having to talk to a teenager, "Summer..." I mused, "Kind of ironic, really."

Summer nodded as if she knew what I was talking about, "Do you have an appointment, ma'am?"

"No, I was hoping to book on the spot, I have a letter from Dr. Kelin." I handed her the folded piece of paper.

She glanced at it for a mere second, "Terrific! We will be with you shortly, please take a seat!"

The clinic was empty. It seemed that the chairs were once a colourful array of colours but were now faded delusions of a past.

I sat down on one of the plastic chairs which creaked uncomfortably and decided to watch the television that was in front of me.

It was on the loony channel that Jungkook always joked about...