20 August Year 17
It was a clear day. The sky was blue and the air was cool. I got in the car with my parents and left the house. Exciting music filled the car and I rolled down the backseat window to reach my hand out. Yellow gingko leaves fell down like rain. I moved my hand quickly to try and catch some, but I didn't catch any. My mom turned around to face me and said, "Jimin-ah, you're going to get hurt doing that. What will you do if you get hurt and can't go on stage?"
I walked up on the stage. A bright, white spotlight shone down on me from above my head. The floor shook with the beat. I danced with many of my friends. We jumped together and landed together, then turned to face each other. My friend and I were both out of breath. But still, we looked at each other and smiled. There was a sound of applause. We faced toward the audience and bowed our heads. At a distance, I could see mom and dad standing and clapping. They smiled when they saw me.
I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of a hospital room. Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew it was a dream, and I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay within that applause, and under those gingko leaves. But the morning always comes inevitably, and the dream disappears.
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BTS: HYYH The Notes (Complete ENG)
General FictionHYYH The Notes are short diary entries of BTS members included in LY albums. They basically narrate the storyline, and how they connect with each other. Disclaimer: These translations are not mine. I just want to share them with you. Credits to the...
