Once in a Lifetime

5-Chapter 3 Extension

BTS V point of view

She was pretty. NO she is still pretty. Everything was perfect about her. Even her imperfections from head to toe was perfect. She never tried hard. She never had to. She was born with it. Her  curves fit me like we were meant to be together. Fate and destiny. She was the last missing piece of my puzzle.

She was distant. And close. Like a push and pull game. Like playing hard to get, but she never did that, she did not even know. It was beneath her.

Then she kissed me. It definitely was not our first, but I had a feeling it was the last. The kiss, I could picture it and her body, too. But her face and the feeling, I could not remember. I couldn't feel it.

Then like a drama twist, she was gone. Disappeared. A hole in my heart engraved with pain. I felt rain in the dark night. Pelting me and cleaning me of the pain. It didn't work. The pain was still there. Something blinded me. I raised my hand to see what. But the light was getting closer, quickly. And then I felt blood. That was when my pain got cleansed with a new physical pain.

I woke up with sweat around my neck and face. My hand automatically touched my head. it was just a dream. But still I breathe heavily. My heart beat way too fast. Too fast for someone who just woken up. I got out of bed and took a shower. I let the hot water pelt me like the rain, cleansing me. I stood there, thinking.

So I had someone special? Where is she now? Why hadn't my family said anything?

I decided to do laundry since I could not sleep. Before pressing the button to start the cycle, I remember the shirt I promised to wash for the girl from soccer class. I took the practice shirt from my bag and made my way to the washer, but stopped. The fragrance was familiar. Despite the dirt and sweat, there was still enough fragrance that triggered me. I decided not to wash it yet.

Looking at the shirt reminded me of her. And that I did know her name. Or left a number to call for her to pick up the shirt. Oh well, I'll give it to her at practice. She was good. Better than my dongsaeng at soccer. But why was her fragrance familiar? And why am I getting flashbacks? Didn't the doctor say that my memories won't come back unless I am with people from my past to help? I'm with them everyday and nothing like this ever happened.

Maybe its because the girl and I knocked heads too hard. Thinking of it, I just got a sharp pain and I rubbed my head. I laughed to myself, making my way to my bed for a nap before the morning light shine. Who knows, maybe I'll sleep the whole next day. I did feel really tired.

Hard head. I thought as I slowly fell asleep, referring to the girl from soccer practice.

Next chapter will be a continuation from chapter 4. Want to know when the three will meet? Wait to find out what happens in this love triangle in the next chapter.