"Then why do you always get mad at me?! You never think of how I feel!" Chorong yelled at the top of her lungs as she cried her heart out to her boyfriend. A man who she had loved in high school. A man who had a bad temper and always took it out on her.
"Don't make this about you Chorong" Yoongi's nonchalant voice irritated her. His monotonous voice that never had any feelings for anyone but himself.
"Of course. Its not about me because its always about you. Right?" Her tears were flowing down her cheeks but she was too mad to even wipe them away. He didn't respond to her, instead he just drank another shot of his whiskey. On the coffee table with lilies in the flower vase.
"I wish you knew how I feel Yoongi, maybe you wouldn't act like this if you knew" she pulled out the necklace dangling from her neck and threw it to the ground. Making a thud "everyone was right, you only hurt me". She opened the door and slammed the door close.
Her footsteps were quick. Her desperate and quick movement to leave him, hurt him. But who was he to talk about pain when she said he had no idea how she felt.
Her words triggered him. He was frozen sitting by the coffee table. With tears in his eyes, he turned around. He stood up and ran. He ran after her.
"Chorong! Chorong!" he ran down the stairs from his apartment to the main exit. Yoongi could see her through the glass main doors. "Chorong!" he shouted even louder but once he reached the bottom of the staircase, she had crossed the road; and it was too late.
She was hit by an unknown car. The driver immediately got out of the car and called for an ambulance. Yoongi ran to her side in an instant and wiped her face covered in blood. The feeling of blood on his hands was unpleasant but none of that mattered, what matters is that she'll live.
"Chorong-ah, Chorong-ah" he was choking on his words with his tears flowing from his eyes and to his cheeks. He caressed her cheeks and gently stroked her hair. Hoping and wishing she'd open her eyes and smile at him again.
The siren of the ambulance echoed in the empty and silent streets. It made him panic but before the people came out to pick her up and rush her to the hospital, he could've sworn he heard her call him out. He could've sworn he heard her whisper his name.
The beeping of the heart monitor, the sound of the clacking on the floor from people's shoes, the noise of the people talking. He hated all of the sounds. All Yoongi needed to hear is her voice, telling him 'Idiot, I'm okay'.
He prayed with his hands on his knees and his tears falling to the cold tiled floor.
"Mr. Min" he heard a muffled voice and spotted a doctor with glasses on and a surgical mask.
"Yes Doctor?" Yoongi looked up and wiped his tears "Is she alright? Is she awake?". Questions filled Yoongi's mind endlessly.
"Follow me" the doctor sounded strict and serious. It made Yoongi anxious. He didn't know how to feel or react because the doctor was so calm.
After a while of walking, the doctor lead him to an empty room with only an hourglass and a notebook beside a vase filled with different types of flowers.
"Uhm, Doctor, where are we?" the door behind him locked, and the doctor removed his surgical mask and glasses, revealing his face and identity.
"Namjoon-ah!" Yoongi was surprised to see his friend.
"Where are we?" Yoongi asked and tried to open the door. "Namjoon-ah, let me out, I need to see her" Yoongi jiggled the doorknob but to no avail. "You can't open it Yoongi" Namjoon was nonchalant. As nonchalant as he was when he was talking to Chorong.
"Namjoon, I need to see her" Yoongi looked helpless but Namjoon let out a heavy and sad sigh.
"Namjoon-ah"
"She won't make it Yoongi"
"What?"
"She won't be able to survive the surgery" Namjoon broke the news to Yoongi but he didn't want to believe it. "Yah, don't mess with me, this is my girl we're talking about" Yoongi said playfully punching Namjoon's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Yoongi, but I know how you can save her" Namjoon placed his glasses back on and looked at Yoongi in the eyes.
"Whatever it is Namjoon, just tell me" Yoongi fell on his knees. "We need to prevent the fight you two had" Namjoon mentioned. "Wait, how did you know-" "I know a lot Yoongi, no need to question them now" Namjoon cut off Yoongi's question.
"What do I do?" Yoongi asked. "Write your name in the notebook and beside it, Chorong's last request to you" Namjoon said.
Yoongi took the notebook and read the other names on the other pages. "Jungkook, Jimin, Tae- they did this too?" Yoongi faced Namjoon. "You're not the only one who has had problems, they needed help too in their life" Namjoon sighed.
Yoongi wrote down his name and Chorong's last request to him, to know how she felt, to make him feel what she feels.
Yoongi put down the notebook and put it down. "I'm done, what do I do know?". Namjoon picked up the hourglass and flipped the numbers on the bottom of it. "Now, pick a flower from the vase" Namjoon instructed him.
"Why do I need to pick a flower?"
"The life of the flower will depend on how much time you have to do everything, once you succeed your this request, you'll come right back but if the flower is dead before you succeed, well, you'll see what happens" Namjoon said but before Yoongi could say something he picked a Lily and Namjoon continued.
"I'm sending you to the first day you met her, but expect some changes, try to think of her last request. I'll follow and help you sometime" Namjoon said and put down the hourglass and turned it upside down.
"But-" before Yoongi could protest or ask, he had found himself in the lobby of the school.
"Well? What do you think?" Namjoon was right beside Yoongi. Before Yoongi could say anything, he realized how many books he was carrying, the fake glasses he was wearing and the nerdy attire he had worn.
"What the heck am I wearing?" Yoongi's question astounded himself. Namjoon smirked "does none of this look familiar to you?". Yoongi put down the books and looked around then heard a familiar voice.
Chorong's voice.
"Omo, did you know what happened in class yesterday?" she was walking down the hall, chatting and giggling with her friends but in his kind of clothes. Dark, Black, and cool. His style of clothing that he never would see her in.
"Choro-" "Ohoho" Namjoon grabbed the back of Yoongi's collar and pulled him back. "Yoongi, we're in 2015, June 25, the day you met Chorong" Namjoon pulled him away and kept Yoongi still.
"The only thing is, you have her life, and she has yours" Namjoon said with a smile. "So what do I do now?" Yoongi asked. "You live her life and win her heart. Once you win her heart and feel all that she felt, its for sure she'll be alright in the future" Namjoon said surely.
"But she won my heart, I didn't win hers" Yoongi said. "Well then, good luck with doing what she did" Namjoon patted his shoulder and walked away. "Yah! Namjoon-ah!" Yoongi shouted.
"Hey, you alright?" he heard a female voice, a familiar voice behind him. He turned and saw the face he had been longing to see.
"Chorong"
"You dropped your books, here you go" Chorong handed him the books he was carrying earlier. He nervously and shakingly accepted the books while looking into her dazzling eyes.
"Chorong-ah!" They both heard someone call her. They both turned to see who it was and found a guy in both of their class waving at just her. "Oppa!" Chorong shouted and ran to him. Who the heck is he? Her boyfriend? Right. I dated Suran before I met her Yoongi thought to himself.
"I gotta go, bye~" she smiled brightly and turned then hugged her boyfriend and he kissed her cheek. He had no idea who the guy was but he could feel the jealousy inside him boil.
"It's gonna be hard being her and living her life" Yoongi thought out loud.
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Fanfiction"Its fascinating how everything has a meaning behind it, like how everyone has a meaning to something, or someone" Min Yoongi made a mistake thus making himself lose his beloved girlfriend. The only way to undo his mistake is to fulfill her dying wi...
