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Oh, how we dream.

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Morning at the breakfast table was quiet. All seven, the people who brought eachother together in a fucked up way of fate. The one who deprived himself of sleep, awake and not quite as tired. The one who couldn't crack a smile or let go of a tear, now with a contented grin. The one who couldn't dare touch a single baby carrot, now comfortable eating his meal. The one who's arms became scarred with memories, those memories now forgiven. The one who couldn't leave a certain place in fear of hurting others, now sitting next to his lover in pure comfort. And the one who's trauma cause him to separate into multiple, now purely himself. And lastly, the man who brought them all together, who's mind was filled with sorrow and fear and his legs moving faster and faster to simply run away, now about to fly away and be reunited with his family. Yet it felt wrong for him.

"I don't want to run away again."

Seokjin's words break the silence, heartbeat loud and crashing against his ribs in the strongest desire to break free. The lit sage candles around the house suddenly connect it all together, the fate and the need.

"Jin hyung." Namjoon's voice is small and weak, his gaze longing and someone hurt. Yet his words contradict. "They're your family."

"They lied to me." Seokjin interrupts, his tone true and relieved. "Why have I not realized this.."

"I don't understand.." Jimin starts, "they're your family, and family is important."

Seokjin plays with the handle of his lightly packed suitcase, mostly filled with essentials including a couple of Namjoon's sweaters. "You're right, family is important, but.."

Seokjin clears his throat. "After packing I felt like I was making a mistake, and I found out what it was."

Jungkook's eyes are clear as he looks at the older, listening intently. The youngest having a bond with him like an older brother he never had. "Hyung..."

"This plane ticket.." Seokjin looks at the flimsy piece of paper in his hand. He stares at it, moving his other hand up, holding the top firmly, and in front of everyone the paper makes a loud ripping sound as it seperates in half. Gasps can be heard. "It doesn't lead me home, it takes me away from home."

Taehyung sniffles, eyes getting watery. Heart strings being pulled.

"The connection all of us have wasn't met to be separated. We're all connected with strings of multiple colours, white, silver, gold." Seokjin holds back his tears. "I don't want to run away, because I'd run away from family once again."

Somehow, they all know it was fate. That maybe, no matter what universe, they were all meant to be sewn together.

At that time they could all be thinking the same thing.

We were glitches in a script coded game, we messed everything up.

At least, we thought we did.

In reality we were born as connected souls, all struggling with something we thought was never going to get better.
The truth was, we could all glue ourselves back together slowly like fragile pieces of a singular heart. We were never glitches, we were the main characters, defeating nearly impossible obstacles, yet we were meant to follow the fate of this world. There were always people cheering us on, caring about us, so that we could get better to the point where we understand that the meaning of life is to live it.

We weren't Glitched. The world was.

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Seokjin wakes up on the gravel road, eyesight blurry, muscles hurting. He lays under the night time sky, pink bangs covering his eyes and a pink hoodie over his ears.

"What a weird dream..." he mumbles.

"Maybe running away wasn't such a good idea in the first place."

BTS - GLITCHED
Written by awholebunchofrandom

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