Graduation

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  It was a perfect day. What I mean perfect I honestly think it was perfect. The air felt invisible, it wasn't too cold or too warm. Every now and then a little breeze would go by letting out a relaxing cool to my body. It was a Monday, my graduation day. I had finally finished collage! When they called my name I rushed up there to end it. After I received my diploma I couldn't believe it. The whole world around me was quiet until a burst of girls' screams broke my happiness. I honestly wish they were screaming for me but they weren't. It was for this group of boys, I think I seen them somewhere. But why were the girls screaming for them? This is not that type of story.
After the graduation congratulations, tears, laughter, and family. Everyone was heading to the big party at the main building. I was left alone, at least what I thought, cleaning out the field as if I had to owe this place. I turned around to see janitors cleaning, so I left to my favorite room. I want to be an idol for my future. I spent my life dancing and singing so I thought I would have a chance, right? I finally arrived to the dance room. I walked to the middle and sat. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I felt tear start to fill my eyes. No... not now. Not after you held it in you can't now. I break out crying, tears start flowing out like water falls had been placed where my eyes were. A month ago I had learned that I had Pancreatic cancer. Not many people survive it, actually maybe one in ten thousand. Anyways my chances of survival are very low. Why me... I had my life planned out so well. I just wanted to live to achieve my dream. This is not that type of story.
As I was crying I heard someone opening the door. I quickly wipe my tears. I forgot to whole room was mirror walls. Luckily I was facing down wards, back facing the door. I look up to see him. I shoot up really fast, so fast to the point to where I almost fell. But I didn't. Did he see me crying? We stood there staring at each other for what seems like forever. I tried to find words in my mind but I couldn't find anything to say. Thankfully he finally spoke. "Why are you here alone? Shouldn't you be at the party?" Not the words I wanted to hear but it's something. "I was just enjoying the memories before I left. Why are you here, I have never seen you on campus before?" I questioned with worry. "Oh, I used to go here, I spent a lot of my time in this room " He said. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be rude," I managed to continue," can I ask you something?" "Oh uh, yeah I guess so go ahead." he replied calmly even though he looked as if he didn't want me too. "Why were those girls screaming at you and your friends?" I said without hesitation. He looked down, I noticed that he look uncomfortable, "Ah, never mind everyone was screaming haha.." I laughed nervously to avoid my question for him.
We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever. Before I knew it, it was late. Time is weird like that right? Suddenly the door opened and 6 other boys came in, speaking in Korean. I would imagine that I would have to never see him again or any of his friends again. "I think we will meet again." He said suddenly. I couldn't believe he said that, its like he read my mind. The thing is... I looked forward to this again. This is not that type of story.
A few months have passed since graduation. I was Applying for jobs but randomly out of nowhere I got a job offer in Korea. Since I speak many languages they wanted me to be a translator for one of the music groups. I accept because it would make my parents happy. After weeks of packing and getting ready to leave it was the day to leave. I wasn't looking forward to this, not what I had imagined to do for my first, and most likely last job.
I was finally set into my seat on then plane. I thought about him and all of his friends and thought if I leave here I wont see them again right? By the time I woke up, the flight was almost over. I went on my phone and looked at my graduation pictures. This Time I did not cry, seemed as if I already cried all that I could. As I was scrolling I noticed that he was in a lot of the backgrounds. Why is that he is always on my mind, Who is he exactly?

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