Earth Mode ON// ARMY FanFiction

Earth Mode ON: SEVENTEEN

[--, 2017, Seoul, South Korea]

"Leave me alone!" I shouted as I sat on my bed, tears flowing down my face. I stuffed my face into the set of pillows that adorned my bed and weeped into them, releasing a couple of muffled wails. The knocking on my bedroom door was vibrating in my ears, making me feel even more frustrated.

That was the day that I lost her, my childhood friend. She was my everything. Despite all the friends that I had in my life, she was the only one I actually felt happy with. However, this all changed. We were together for too long, but she back stabbed me. She left the world and left me to deal with this life alone. How could I ever forgive her?

I couldn't even see her anymore. She was the closest person to my heart, and I couldn't believe that she left me forever without even saying goodbye.

My heart aches, and the more I cried, the more I felt like it was going to stop beating. I spent more than half of the day crying my eyes out. There was no reason for me to eat or drink anything. All I thought about was her, and it just kept on making everything worse.

The sun had already started to set, causing an orange ray of sunlight to bust it's way through my window, between my curtains and into my room, making the porcelain floor shine. Just then, as if God was comforting me, as if a miracle was sent down to me, I heard Taehyung's angelic voice singing to me.

"Bogo sipda (bogo sipda), Bogo sipda (bogo sipda)," I heard, but then the sound faded away.

Spring Day.

I sniffed before sitting straight and standing up from my bed then walked to my desk where a picture of the two of us laughing laid peacefully.

I needed to hear it, I really did.

[Present]

Cold. Dead. That was all I could decipher from the sight that was in front of me. Taehyung's body, which was once healthy and alive, was lying on the ground cold and long dead. The newly acknowledged fact of his death made it hard for me to look at him any longer, to think about him, to even touch him. It all felt unreal to me, and I couldn't help but think one thing: I was the death of him, literally.

"Taehyung?" I let out as my shaky hands made their way to his face. I couldn't help but allow my tears to flow while observing all the cuts and bruises that were scattered around his face.

"Taehyung," I cried out faintly, letting my hand sink down onto his soaked shirt. The sound of my sobbing was the only sound I was capable of hearing since Taehyung's breath was nonexistent by then.

"You are only playing around with me right?" I asked him after sniffing, my eyes still filled with enormous amounts of tears which proceeded pouring down everytime I couldn't receive a response from him.