Her; Serendipity 承

十八

(Pray for my girlfriend. She isn't allowed to use her phone for two months so now she can't read my story. RIP)

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EIGHTEEN|

Death was my biggest fear, but at the same time, I welcomed it. It just seemed like a bittersweet escape to me, but there was something fleeting there. I could only glimpse it just slightly, it called out to me as if someone was pulling me back so I wouldn't fall.

I want to remain...I want...to dream more.

Inside the twisting, turning paths in my mind, thoughts churned there. I was always thinking ahead, never able to enjoy my life with so many responsibilities but that fleeting thing always kept me grounded.

For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own.

Knowledge flows like raging rivers through the mountains of neurons, I knew so many things but somehow it all seemed to fade away when I looked at my returned friends. It was still impossible to me, something like bringing people back from the dead shouldn't be possible. But it was. My dreams stopped as someone shook my arm.

"Lets go back inside, yeah?" Tuwa pulled me up from my daze but then let go as she transformed back into Candy. Stepping out of my jacket, she looked up at me.

Do you feel better now?

Yeah, I think my mind wandered too much though. I felt high.

That doesn't surprise me.

When we returned back into the office, everyone was doing business again. Yoongi was helping Jungkook learn to use the computer and Namjoon was opening all the windows, letting in some air. He smiled and came over when he saw me. I blushed profusely when he touched my forehead with my hands.

"You were out there awhile, are you alright?" He worriedly looked at me. I nodded and threw my jacket on a random chair.

"Yes, I just needed to clear my head. Sorry"

"You're fine. I was just worried about you" I huffed at that,

"You seem to worry about me a lot. Are you sure you aren't falling for me Mr. Kim?" A smirk appeared on my face as his eyes widened. Namjoon cleared his throat and looked at me with an emotion I couldn't place.

"Maybe I am" His voice dropped about three octaves and I squeaked in surprise and backed away towards my desk. Definitely wasn't expecting that answer. He laughed loudly and left the room. bastard...

I sat down and noticed that the two mischievous kids were smirking at me.

"Oh don't even start" I rubbed my head at a migraine starting to form. They both thankfully returned to their work. A yawn came over me and I closed my eyes briefly, except that briefly turned into me falling asleep.

***

"We have breaking news here folks. In our town of Seoul, a nineteen year old boy was shot in his home. more will be released about his case at-" The TV was turned off abruptly, remote crashing against the wall as he threw it. Jin collapsed onto the couch and sobbed.

"No. Not V....he didn't deserve this!! WHY DO YOU HATE US GOD?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, making them raw. Jin's dad came rushing in, frightened at the sound of his son's distress. He held his arms out to the boy who accepted, needing comfort.

"He didn't deserve it. Taehyung was so loved. His step dad is a fucking bastard. I swear on mom I'll kill him"

"SeokJin!"