Wisps 《A BTS Suga Fanfic》

Chapter 39

I can't let him get hurt, I would never forgive myself. If I were to survive today, and know Yoongi's pain was because of me. I could never bare it. I wouldn't want to see any other expression but his gummy smile, I couldn't bring myself to allow it.

My body moved before my mind could process what my intentions were. Only one was clear, I can't let anything happen to him.

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All the members gathered in the living room again, carrying bowls of dinner Jin had quickly made, and various snacks. 

'Hey, lets go up to my room and eat instead, we've been in this room all day and it's getting depressing.' I didn't know what I was saying, my mouth spoke before I could process my intentions. Luckily the others went along with it, bringing the food up to my room. 

We sat in a messy circle on the floor, the others tried to brighten the mood by starting conversations. I occasionally forced a smile to not seem suspicious of my plans. The sun was quickly setting, the room getting dim.

'I'm gonna turn on the light.' J-Hope said, rushing over to the light switch. Even the light seemed to be dull, being absorbed by the bitter atmosphere. Everyone knew the Wisps were coming and we, especially me, were in danger. And here we were sitting around pretending everything was fine, hoping everything was fine. The truth loomed above our heads making the air heavy and stuffy. By now I stopped eating and fake smiling. I continued to stare out the window, concentrating on the timing. Just a little longer... 

'I have to use the bathroom.' I said in a monotone, quickly getting up and making my way to the stairs. Finn tried to follow me but I brushed him off, strictly telling him to stay. The others didn't stop me, nodding in acknowledgement of my leaving. I sneaked a peek at the group only to meet Yoongi's concerned stare. I quickly looked away and hurried down the stairs, releasing the stairs from the floor so that they folded back up into the ceiling. I rushed down to the living room over to the cabinet beside the couch, opening the drawer. Inside were an array of miscellaneous items and a pair of keys. I grabbed them and hurried back up the stairs, picking up a stool along the way. I positioned the stool under the ceiling hatch, leading to my attic room. I clambered up onto it, wobbling as I struggled to stand up straight. Up close, the edges of the door were clear, a small key hole in the corner. I took a deep breath considering if what I was doing was the right way to go. Before I could talk myself out of it I stuck the key in and twisted the lock. A satisfying click signaled the door was now locked, I chucked the key across the room and sprinted downstairs before I could chicken out.

I'll deal with the Wisps alone. The others are safely locked in my room, they won't be able to get out. If I don't make it then at least the others will be safe. I stood in the middle of the living room, watching the sky turn darker and darker. Soon the others will realize what I did, hopefully they will stay put. Maybe they'll understand my intentions, let me sacrifice myself so I have some piece of kindness to hang onto. Instinctively I went over my life, a list of my loved ones and memories worth remembering. My family is gone, Bora is gone, all I have is BTS. Will they miss me or be thankful that they're no longer in danger? 

What about Yoongi, he'll probably miss me. I hope he doesn't dwell on me too long, I hope he's able to move on. Wow, even at the edge of death I'm being selfish. Letting myself die, breaking our love in the process and possibly hurting Yoongi far more than I already have. Maybe I should have done something to make him hate me, that way he could let me go thinking I wasn't the one anyway so he could just move on. Or maybe he already has moved on, finally started considering my flaws and decided I wasn't worth the effort. 

But then all our time together replayed in my mind, he seemed genuine. Is it disloyal of me to think otherwise? Or is it just instinct to believe the worst, finally accepting that nothing goes right for me. Every family, friendship or relationship blows up in my face in the end. It just so happens this one could be my end, the last failed relationship. By now it was very dark out, and I've gone so numb with sadness that the Wisps seemed like a mere ant of problems. 

The windows seemed to shake slightly before full on rattling. I took in a deep shuddering breath, seeing the lights flicker then plunging me in darkness. My night vision kicked in, the room becoming outlines of bluish grey's. I shuddered when the familiar black smoke began seeping in through the windows and up from the floor tiles. I took a step back, the smoke lapping at my bare feet. 

'Jisoo!' A muffled cry came from my bedroom. I tilted my head up to stare at the ceiling, sending a silent goodbye. 'Jisoo! What's going on? Why'd you lock us in?! Jisoo!' I choked back a sob when I recognized Yoongi's voice, muffled and scared. Banging could be heard from upstairs, most likely the members trying to break open the door. More muffled cries and pleas for me to open the door could be heard. I silenced them out focusing on the growing cloud of black smoke creeping over my living room floor. The fog looked liquidy and heavy, sticking to the floorboards. I was about a foot from the wall now, the smoke cornering me. As if sensing my defeat the smoke stopped moving forward, instead it expanded upward, condensing into a thick cloud. 

Hesitantly I extended my hands in front of me, trying with all my might to conjure any form of magic I had to at least try and fight back. Whatever I was doing seemed to hold them back a bit, the obvious struggle the smoke had to continue expanding. I could physically feel the magic seeping out of me, working at shrinking the smoke. In the mists of it all, the banging and pounding from upstairs stopped. I hesitated slightly, loosing concentration. Immediately taking advantage of my weakened guard, the Wisps surged up, expanding and now raging with anger. I gasped and resumed my concentration, trying to hold them back again. Already feeling drained of energy I fell down onto the floor, giving up completely. I braced myself for the pain sure to come as my magic proved much weaker than them. I brought my arms up to shield my face, squeezing my eyes shut. 

'Jisoo!' My eyes flew open, my head shot up to the source of the sound. Yoongi followed by everyone else barged in through the front door. The sudden presence sent the Wisps into a frenzy, the sharp edged smoke seemed to shatter around the room whipping into a hurricane of black shards of smoke. 'JISOO!'