Shock [BTS X Reader]

Chapter 10: Withdrawal

Our plane lands gently and I jolt back to consciousness.

"Jesus Christ stop doing that." Dad says as he holds his hands up.

"Sorry I can't help it." I shrug.

I follow him out of the plane and walk towards the baggage claim.

I don't think I've ever slouched so much.

*

On the ride home, we pass through the familiar, run down city.

So many bad things cross my mind, just like the ugly buildings speeding past the car.

It's just like waking up from the best dream you've ever had.

Flashing back to reality is the worst feeling.

And it's so much worse when the dream was your reality, and the real world is your hell.

There's no way I can get through being here peacefully.

It's just not possible.

We finally pull into the driveway and I sulk into my house, carrying the over head bags.

Every aspect of this house is depressing.

The chipped paint.

The floor boards that are falling apart slowly but surely.

The doors breaking at the hinges.

Cloth falling apart at the seems.

Every bad memory that comes back to me, no matter what I do.

I feel just like this house.

I could be in so much better condition if I put in the effort to fix myself, just like the house.

*

The next few days were torture.

Having such an amazing thing in your life for once can be hard if you can't have it all of the time.

Believe me.

It's the worst case of withdrawal you could ever feel.

Especially if it's across the ocean.

Taehyung and I text each other occasionally over the next few weeks.

Our conversations are bland.

So is life back in Lakeview.

*

One night I receive a twitter notification from the BTS official account.

"Tour starting in two days! Don't miss out!"

I can't help but feeling alone, even though it is their job to travel. I don't have the option of flying back to Korea to see them anytime soon.

My eyes start to water until Dad calls for me.

"Hey (y/n) I'm home. I need you to do me a favor. The garage is so filthy and unorganized and I know you have nothing to do. Can you please clean it while I finish things up in my office?" He asks politely.

I slouch and stomp to the garage.

"This place is so disgusting." I groan as I start to go through boxes.

A few things pop up like some toys I played with when I was younger.

My old pacifier.

The blanket I used to sleep with.