We love A.R.M.Y. ( A BTS fanfiction)

Tomorrow

My breaths fill my empty room, while the dawn light mixes with the artificial light in my bedroom.  My gaze drifted to the box like clock to the left of me.  6 already!?  I jumped to my feet, instantly regretting it, when I touched the cold wooden floor.  

"Fudge nuggets!" I squeal ,"That's cooooooold!"  After the sudden awakening, i rushed my daily morning routine.  Shower, brush teeth, and so on.  I took a look at the clock once more.  I swear that thing dictates my life.  "Only 7:30, hmmm." That's earlier than i usually finish.  I look at myself in the mirror once.  My mom told me when i was little that mirrors are the reason people become vain, and it's not good for your personal health to look into one for very long.  I checked over my light pink hair, that was pulled back into a pony tail.  My bangs, that covered my eyebrows, and fell across my forehead and framed my face.  I looked at my light makeup, and made sure everything looked perfect.  I looked at my pullover, A BTS one (of course).  It was white with my bias V name on the back, with rose petals in the lettering.  My skinny jeans were simple, and black, i was wearing my lucky grey high-top converse, that I've had since two years ago.  I put my rose earrings in and went downstairs to eat breakfast.  

"Well don't you look spiffy." MY mom admired as she plated the freshly made scrambled eggs in front of me.  I chuckled a little.

"Mom, no one says spiffy anymore. I look cute."  I corrected.  She glared at me, quickly i grabbed the fork next to me and shoveled the scrambled eggs into my mouth.   I finished quickly, leaving my mom at the table by herself.  Not that she minded, her crosswords kept her busy.  

This time while rushing up to my room, I stopped by my dad's picture. I'm gonna miss that.  Trying to brush the tears away I jumped into the bedroom that belonged to me.  My suitcase was already out, but only half packed.  8:16 a.m. the clock reminded.  Less than four hours until my flight leaves.  Not wasting any time i quickly got to work, cramming everything i would need into a carry on, and not just one but two suitcases.  Hey don't judge me, i'm going to be IN South Korea for a while.  On my way out i grabbed the seven very important envelopes, that were decorated with the names of my idols.  

I waddled downstairs, suitcases gripped tightly in each hand.  My mom recognized my struggle and  came up to rescue me.  She walked outside with me, putting one of the suitcases in the trunk, i did the same with the other, still carrying my backpack with me.  I stood outside the passenger side of the car, and looked inward.  MY last car ride in America.  Suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder, i turned my head, to see my mother. 

"Yeah mom?"  I asked, she looked down.  I followed her eyes to her hand which was clenched tightly into a fist.  A silver chain swung side, to side out of her clenched fingers.  She opened her palm, revealing the sparkly heart.  "No . . .  i couldn't possibly . . . " I whispered.  She waved her hand in front of me, signaling me to keep quiet.  She then twirled her finger, indicating she wanted me to turn around.  I gladly did what i was directed.  Soon i could feel the slightly cold touch of the metal chain around my neck.  She tapped my shoulder once again and i turned to face her.  Her eyes were red from holding back tears.  I pulled her in for a hug.  After a while she broke the hug and wiped her face, were the tears had found the courage to fall.   

"This is silly," She mumbled to herself, Then looked at me," Hurry and get the car, we are going to be late."  

A thirty minute car ride to the airport, Kpop playing the whole time.  My mom and i shouting at the top of our lungs.

"THEY CALL ME! BEAPSAE! "  We partied in the car until we pulled up in front of the airport. I unplugged the AUX cord, grabbed my backpack from the backseat and walked out of the car. My mom did the same.  She popped the trunk, grabbing the suitcases, and handing them to me.  I laughed internally a little.  I think i just realized why she has stopped calling me lil' Lily.  Comparing to my mom i'm practically a titan.  Well i'm techinically only 5' 7"  and a half feet.  Which is short.