Working Forces//BTS//V Fanfic

Five stages

*Sunday, April 21*

I sat in the front with Alaric, as he was flying the plane, the plane was completely silent.

Without Revy there is no life in the plane. She's the happiness in all of us, the one that keeps us all going, the one we can turn to, the one we can go to for a laugh, the one we all care about, she's our faith. Hobi is our hope, she's our faith. She's everyone in this plane's faith.

She's our sin-ang, our foi, our faith. What do we do without her? How do we continue without her? Can we even continue without her?

"I'll be back," I said to Alaric and left my seat.

Walking to the back, Hobi pulls my arm and I fall into the seat next to him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I asked.

"Shouldn't you?" He asked back.

"I asked you first."

"And I asked you second."

"I don't have time for this Hobi, are you done?"

"So, how are you feeling?" He smiles at me.

I glare at him, "fine."

"Did you know there are five stages of grief?" He questioned me.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Joonie was talking about it, saying something about how you are showing signs of grief and how there are five stages. You went through anger, there is four more stages; acceptance, denial, bargaining, and depression."

"Thanks for the lesson on grief, may I go now seonsaeng(teacher)?" I rolled my eyes.

"Na-yeong, you'll not alone in all of this. We're all here and going through the same thing." He whisper yelled since some people were trying to sleep.

"I'm going to leave class now, seonsaeng!" I said with a bow and left the seat.

I go to the fridge and grab a bottled water. Drinking it, I hear mumbling.

In scary movies, the character always goes towards the sound, although everyone knows you should never go towards the sound. It's one of the guys, I know that much, but which one?

Walking back to the seats I see that it was Kookie mumbling and he's still mumbling.

"Don't leave me..." he mumbles.

"My poor baby..." I whisper watching him from the doorframe.

What do I do? How do I help you? I can't help you just like how I can't help Revy. So it seems I can't help anyone anymore. I'm not useful to anyone. I was wrong about everything. Maybe I don't know as much as I think I know. I was wrong about the trip to France, we shouldn't have taken it. If we didn't take it, Revy wouldn't be where she is now. She wouldn't be laying on a hospital bed that could possibly be her death bed. She could be standing here with all of us and teasing Kookie, getting into trouble with Tae, and last and most important of all she could be flirting with Jimin, creating their cheesy memories. The little memories like that that make me want to believe in love. Want to be able to love, to be loved. She's the one person that hasn't given up on me yet. She's the reason I keep on going, what happens now without her?

I go to the bathroom and over to the farthest wall, which is not that far from the door. But far enough that no one will be able to hear me crying as loud as they would if I were by the door. I lean against the wall and for the first time since I lost my singing voice... I cry. I cry like I'm never going to see her again, I cry like she will never return, I cry as if I lost her forever, I cry for her, I cry for me, I cry for the memories we might never get to create, I cry and lose myself in the moment. Just crying and not caring about anything else besides anything concerning Revy.