in which one girl tests her
luck with a dating app
looking for love and ends
up chatting with seven hot boys.
❝ bro, i'm really just here to
troll and find friends get outta
here with that 'true love' shiz. ❞
+
- a bts fic.
- textin...
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6:57 AM
｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ
The days following were a blur.
Seokjin doesn't remember the funeral.
Seokjin doesn't remember the texts he got from his friends about the death of his dad.
Seokjin doesn't remember the texts or calls he got from Na Eun.
Seokjin doesn't remember when the food in the fridge expired.
Seokjin doesn't even remember the last time he ate.
All the mirrors were covered. All the blinds drawn. All the pictures knocked over or thrown out. The doors to his bedroom permanently shut. The phone disconnected.
Everyday, he paced, and paced, and paced.
Was it all his fault?
Today, however, he felt too tired to pace anymore. Inside his locked room, he lay in his bed, mind tortured by the thoughts of his father's death.
Seokjin jolts awake. Sheets slick with his sweat and lungs gasping for air. Eventually, he realises he's still living in a nightmare and closes his eyes muttering to himself as he falls back into the mattress.
Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part is, even though eventually the memory of your dream will fade—if you are lucky enough to remember it that is, then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had a dream, to begin with.
Seokjin's eyes flicker open. No daylight yet. As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his bedroom, his head laid back on his pillow. Everything's the same, but Seokjin's not ignorant to the empty feeling in his chest. A single tear escapes his eyes, and he touches his cheek gently. Perhaps these dreams are meant to be kept and locked away. Some should be compressed like a memory, in another moment they would disappear without a trace. There is no point in staying benighted to reality wanting to dream the same dream again, wanting to dream more, that wasn't going to happen. Seokjin closes his eyes again, willing for the carousel of youth to return, for his mind to tumble back into dreams, but it won't.
