Bts // One Shots

Euphoria

*Jin's POV*

I know they're not here but I like to pretend they are.
I did try to fix it.
There were so many mistakes in the past that I thought I could fix it and we would all end up okay in the end but I only made it worse.
Now there is no one.

I walk down the hospital halls. No one can see me. Even I am blind to my own reflection.
I look for Jimin's room.
My eyes fall on the familiar door.
There it is, closed and locked.

I push it open but only the shadow of the door moves. I walk right through the solid wood. Claw marks line the door with anger. I wonder if Jimin ever added to the history of this door's scars.

I approach Jimin who's sat on his bed paying no mind to me.
He's pale and sickly. His thin arms hug the pillow that is tucked into his crossed legs. He's smiling and mumbling nonsense. I can't decipher his words but the only clear thing to come through his lips is the name 'Jhope'. I look at him with sad eyes. Jimin's body may be slightly swaying back and forth but his eyes are set on the bed across from him. I turn around and face where Jimin is looking. On an empty mattress is a torn pillow and large pile of feathers. The pile has become nest like, the centre is empty like someone is sat in it. I can't see him but I hear Jhope softly humming a song to Jimin. I reach out wondering if I can feel him but my hands just waves through the air. I sigh and step back.

"I'm sorry Jimin." I apologise even though my words will never reach his ears. " I tried to save you from the bathtub but no matter what I did, I never got there in time." I feel a lump in my throat and have to stop. I've said sorry a lot, I don't need to finish this time. 
I turn away from them both and leave the room.

As my foot touches the hallway, the room is engulfed in flames. I look around, already knowing what I'm going to see. It's Suga's bedroom. He's lying unconscious on his bed. I walk through the fire, feeling no heat on my skin and sit on the bed beside him.

"He's coming," I say softly and on cue, Jungkook runs in sweating. He rushes to Suga and drags his friend off the bed, desperately trying to escape. The younger boy looks bruised and beaten. Jungkook is grunting, struggling to pull his friend out without hurting either of them. They fade away in the flames. I take in a long breath but I'm overwhelmed with the scent of gasoline. This fire was no accident. I look to the ground and see a lighter melting into the floor like an ice lolly on a summers day. I stand up and follow both the boys out of the room.
I exit the room but I find myself on a roof, high above a city at sunset. Jungkook is standing up out of a wheelchair and walks over to the edge of the roof. My heart skips a beat in panic.
I try to restrain myself each time but every time I scream his name. 

I rush toward him with my hand outstretched "Jungkook!" I call desperately but he falls before I can catch him. I reach the edge of the building but, quickly dizzied by the view of the height, I tumble over the roof.
I'm only falling briefly before I land on my feet in a dark alleyway.
All this change of scenery is becoming very disorientating.
The familiar sound of a spray can sounds off behind me. I turn around and see Taehyhung vandalising a garage door. In his back pocket is a kitchen knife covered in blood. He'd hurt the man to protect her but now he's in more trouble than he bargained for.
I shake my head disappointed.
Suddenly I see the flashing of red and blue lights painting the alley. Taehyung smirks and faces the police that are approaching him. I run over to Taehyung and shove him against the garage but, like it isn't there, he falls backward through it and I involuntarily follow him through.

The sound of water fills my ears. I desperately move around but my movements feel restricted. As I go to call Taehyung's name I realise I can't breathe. I'm completely surrounded by a vast amount of water. As I twist myself to look in all directions, I conclude that I'm in the sea. My eyes, with poor vision, focus on something slowly sinking. Taehyung. I desperately try to swim down to him but my vision starts to black out. My head starts to throb in pain and my chest aches as I push myself lower. I need to breathe. I scream his name using my only oxygen and bubbles block my site. When they clear away I see Namjoon is stood in front of me. The water is gone but I'm still soaking wet. I look around and discover myself stood at an empty gas station. Behind me is a black car, I drove it here but I know not where from. 

"You couldn't save them. Why do you make yourself go through this?" Namjoon asks. I turn back to look at him. He bends down and picks up money that had been littered on the floor then pockets it.

"I want to see where there are gaps. I want to see where I can fit in." I respond. He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets.

"But there aren't any. No matter what you do, someone will always be left behind. We are nothing if we don't have us all." He says and my jaw tenses.

"I know but I keep on seeing new things. Taehyhung was in water-" I go to say but Namjoon cuts me off.

"Well, you've seen me just as many times as you have the others, have you figured out how to save me?" He asks. I hesitate before shaking my head. He looks at the floor and sighs. "I bet I ask you the same question each time." He says knowingly and I nod.

"But you originally weren't always able to hear me... we're improving," I say. He goes to respond but his voice is blocked by the sound of a phone ringing. "What?" I ask again. He goes to speak but the phone rings. I look around for the source and I see a telephone box a few meters away from us. In a flash, everything is gone and I'm stood on a familiar street. My entire body tenses and I can't move. I shake my head as my heart beat picks up.

"No. I don't want to see this. I can't do it again." I say desperately. I don't know who I'm begging to make it stop but I say it out loud anyway.
I see my date wave from across the street. She smiles innocently and pats down her skirt. I hold flowers in my arms as I motionlessly watch her cross the road towards me. A car turns the corner and speeds down the street. The car lights brighten the road, the light making her look angel like in her last moments. In a split-second, I see her sprawled out on the ground. There is always a small jump cut, my mind must block out the collision.
The car drives away leaving her on the ground. I can't even move. I have never improved in this flashback. I never see an ulterior ending. I'm just stuck. I look down to the bunch of flowers in my arms but instead see that I'm left with only the petals in my hands. 

This loop will continue till can fix it but, bit by bit, things will break. I'm making it worse by helping but nothing at this point can stop me.

Suddenly I'm in the hospital again. 

A/N: That was probably a mess to all of you but in my head it made sense. I'm a shit writer, I'm sorry. I was kinda picturing a music video I guess.
The army has been up to their necks in theories and I felt inspired to write something.
It was short but eh.

This isn't what I  think the whole story means, it was just a moment of inspiration after listening to the song.