Time ➳ BTS

02 | Flashbacks

I'm curious, how man rereaders came back? Anyone who started reading this when I began to write the story?

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As the clock struck 10 pm and the night enveloped you, sleep remained elusive. Despite your best efforts to clear your mind and relax, the thoughts of Jake persisted, swirling in your mind like a turbulent storm.

You had hoped that lying down and letting your thoughts drift away would lull you into slumber, aided by the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through your window. The stars above seemed to twinkle like tiny lanterns, casting a serene ambiance over the night.

But despite the tranquility of the night sky, the nagging presence of Jake lingered, refusing to be ignored. His image, his voice, his mysterious presence, it all played on a loop in your mind, keeping you tethered to the real world.

What was it about him that unsettled you so? Was it his charm, his mysterious aura, or something deeper that you couldn't quite grasp? Whatever the reason, one thing was clear: until you could untangle your thoughts and make sense of your feelings, sleep would remain a distant dream.

As you lay there, grappling with your thoughts in the quiet of the night, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings towards Jake. You adamantly denied any notion of love or even like towards him. No, it wasn't that. It couldn't be. Maybe in the beginning, when you first met him, there was a flicker of something, a spark of curiosity that ignited within you. But love? No, that was out of the question.

You were merely intrigued by him, drawn to his enigmatic presence and the mysteries that seemed to surround him. It was a curiosity, nothing more. You told yourself this, convincing yourself that your feelings were purely platonic, devoid of any romantic attachment.

Yet, despite your resolve, there was an undeniable pull, a lingering sense of anticipation that whispered of future encounters with the man. You couldn't shake the feeling that your paths would cross again, the circumstances of your meeting shrouded in uncertainty but tinged with a sense of inevitability.

The scars on Jake's cheek were a silent testament to a past shrouded in mystery, a narrative waiting to be unearthed and revealed. Each mark seemed to hold a story of its own, a tale of triumphs and tribulations, of battles fought and wounds healed.

There was a sense of urgency, a whisper of fate urging you to delve deeper, to unravel the secrets hidden beneath the surface. If fate deemed it so, then surely it would provide you with the clues and opportunities needed to uncover the truth.

Something else today made you curious but suspicious at the same time.

As Jake handed you the money to pay, your hands brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In that fleeting moment of contact, a flashback seized you, transporting you back to a time you had desperately tried to forget—a time when the world had seemed brighter, filled with laughter and camaraderie, before tragedy had struck and taken those you held dear away from you.

But what puzzled you was the inexplicable connection between this moment and the painful memories it evoked. How could a simple brush of hands with a stranger evoke such vivid recollections of the past? It left you feeling both curious and suspicious, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach as you grappled with the enigma before you.

Despite the nagging feeling of overreacting, you couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled over you. This inexplicable connection between the present and your past was too strange to ignore, too unsettling to dismiss as mere coincidence.