BTS non smut fanfic

Suga: Take a Leap with Me

*** This one has a vague story. But you can still understand the gist of it all.
*** Talks about depression , gloom and sorrow.
**** Vague ending. (But still a happy one in my opinion)

Have you ever had that feeling...where you feel like the whole world is against you, or at times when you question the purpose of your existence, or like how nothing goes exactly how you want it, or plainly just having a bad day. Then somehow, for some unknown and unexplainable reason...you look up and see the stars shining and twinkling at you, and with some force, works it's spell on you and you instantly feel better? comforted? And with one final deep breath you take, all your worries and anxieties vanish.

Well, atleast for now.

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I stare at the stars a bit more tonight. Trying to ignore the tears that is threatening to fall. I bite my lip in an attempt to stop it from falling.

Somehow, it works.

I take a deep breath and look down at the busy city. I watch the people cross the street,each and every one eager to go home. I observe the traffic of cars that is starting to pile in this rush hour. All oblivious to notice how a girl like me is standing at the top floor of a twenty story building.

If one person would even bother to look up, might think I'm contemplating to jump.

It's not a new thought to be honest. I'm not gonna lie, it has crossed my mind more than once.

How it would feel to just free fall. How it would feel to just be...free?

I heard someone cough behind me breaking me from my thoughts.

"You're up here a lot"

I utter a grunt " Yeah, is that a problem?" you turn around to face a thin, pale looking guy. Perhaps he is right around your age, maybe even a year younger.You can't really tell. You've seen him quite a lot in this place but you guys never really talk.

Until now.

He shakes his head, trying to hide and amused smile. " No, I guess not." He sits down at his usual spot and closed his eyes. Thinking, perhaps.

And I leave him at that, not even bothering to tell him good night.

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I open my eyes the next morning when the nurse enters my room. She smiles at me, pleased to see that she doesn't need to use her energy for the day in an attempt to wake me. "Good morning dearie, come on down for breakfast." she says as she open the blinds to my window.

I like her, she's always kind and gentle. How she always smile her motherly smile at me.

"I'm not really hungry..." I say still a bit sleepy as I make an effort to get up.

"Tsk, you need to though, you still have to take your medicines on time." she helps me up as she ushers me to the bathroom to freshen up.

I come down the mess hall (honestly it's just like a cafeteria but people around here would like to name it rather differently) thirty minutes later and check out what they are serving. I spot the same guy from last night eating lazily by the far end of the room. He looks up and somehow, our eyes meet. He doesn't bother smiling and looks down again, brows furrowed and poking at something on his plate.

I ignore him, like I always do and carry on with my day.

I head back to my room after breakfast. The nurse arrived and gave me my medications, mostly for my anxieties.

By three in the afternoon, I head down to our weekly consultation program. Here,a select group of patients gather for some sort of support system.

We talk about any developments, how they are coping. Well, mostly I just listen, I'm not really a huge fan in talking to people.