Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

34. Hopeful Prophecy

I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth, feeling similar to a child that had received a major chastising from their parent. The lingering feel of embarrassed shame clung to me like a stink.

Learning about Namjoon's involvement with Jin made me feel all the worse for whatever happened to him. Losing a friend is horrible enough without having deeper feelings. If the dreams are anything to trust, then they were obviously long-term friends, and closer than anyone else here. I couldn't imagine dealing with that.

The image of Levi lying cold and stiff on the tile floor, thick red blood streaming around her like ribbons billowing out of her hair. Her body rittled with holes, ever-flowing blood streaming ceaselessly out of them.

The room started shaking with a force of might. No, no, it was me. I was shaking. I was trembling so hard it felt like I was going to tear apart, my limbs pulling away from each other.

I held my head tightly and pulled my knees up, rocking violently, trying to forget what I had seen, forget what I was scared of.

It's not real, it's not real, remember that it's not real. It can't be real. Angel is fine, Angel is with me, I'll keep her safe. I have to keep her safe.

Fuck, I needed some quality Rest and Relaxation right about now. Dearly. The understatement of the century.

After doing my best to collect myself, I managed to stand up and make my way out into the vibrant life of the party room.

Walking in, seeing the dancing lights and the pounding music, it didn't do enough.

Usually the music would make its way into my head, pulsing in my brain until I couldn't think of anything but my own pounding heartbeat. The lights would shine through my eyes and soak into my skin, melding with my bone marrow and melting my stiff bones into weak, careless ample limbs.

This time, it gave me nothing but a pulsing headache and made my sore body shake with pain.

The only comfort was seeing Angel dancing with Jungkook, full of life and energy. Angel was fine, I could finally calm my thudding heart.

I stumbled over to the couch in the corner of the room, curling up to the arm and laying my head down. I knew it wouldn't help to close my eyes, and I was too scared to risk seeing any of my other friends drowning in their own blood, so I focused on staring at my feet as I hid myself into my knees.

I saw a glimpse of converse before the couch dipped and I felt the subtle weight of someone's shoulder on the couch behind me, just barely leaning on my shoulders. I heard the easygoing sigh, and I turned to look, unable to resist any longer.

Namjoon was casually looking forward, stretching his legs out and acting like he didn't even notice me. Even so, the weight on my back shifted, slowly pushing me forward until his arm slipped off the couch and completely onto my shoulders.

He licked his lips and his mouth pulled up a little before returning to a casual disinterest, still not looking at me. His arm grew heavy, and the weight pulled me closer to him.

When I was pulled completely against him, the weight finally lifted up, and I shifted my eyes to look at his smug little smile. Forcing a scowl, I poked his dimple, grinning as I saw my finger dip into his soft, squishy cheek.

His antics were immature and silly, but I felt a little warmer, a little calmer as I leaned into Namjoon's side as he smiled, his arm holding me close, though he was still not looking at me.

I closed my eyes, feeling safer now that he was with me. The warmth and comfort of his body next to mine eased my unsteady heart.

~

I was standing on the balcony in a house. My house. My home.

Staring out at the view, I noticed the distant path of Namsan Park. The pink and yellow flowers stood out among the vibrant greens and the various colours of the native flora. I could see the shrubs and trees, I could see the blurred hue of people moving along the path, having no idea of the vivid lengths of this paradise they were walking through. They didn't even know that this place was my home.

I felt my heart nearly burst. This was my life, I got to live here. It couldn't be real.

I'm in the Namsan Park, so could it be I live in the house I wanted? Then where was Namjoon? Don't tell me I lived here without him? I wouldn't dream of it.

But, this is a dream then? It felt too good to be real, but I didn't want to dwell on that. I wanted to live in this bliss for a little while longer.

I was distracted by the sound of hushed giggles. Looking down, I saw a few people in the yard.

2 little kids running around. The source of the giggles.

There was a small girl, maybe around four years old, with dark brown hair and deep almond brown eyes. There was a familiarity in her face.

Then there was boy, and for some reason I knew that he was six, I felt it in my chest. I knew these kids. He was running around her so fast I could hardly catch a glimpse. But when the younger girl fell, he ran to her side, kneeling down and petting her head like she was a pet to comfort.

I stared into his face and I saw myself. Striking black hair, uncanny green eyes, freckles dotting the bridge of his nose, rosy cheeks and pouty lips. He was the childish innocence with my features.

I noticed the man then, chasing the kids, the cause for their squeals of delight.

Soft brown hair like the little girls, the same brown almond eyes piercing the soul and warming the heart.

Namjoon. He was here, of course he was here. He had to be for this to be the true dream.

It made sense now. I felt the familiarity in my bones, and I leaned down to catch a better glimpse of my family.

My gorgeous little boy and girl. My handsome, wonderful love.

This is what I can have. This is what my life can be like. This is what I want.

There was a flutter of movement and I looked down, seeing Namjoon, a child in each arm, each of their beautiful faces staring up to me. The kids, my kids, waved, and Namjoon's vibrant smile lit up his face.

Please, let this come true.