BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Jun 13 - Taehyung (My Nightmare Changed: Blue Flower Petals)

(A/N: This is a loop. They met May 22nd, but the June 12 / or earlier was a loop.)

[Places: Convenience store, hospital]

“How's Jungkook?" That's all I could say.

I wrapped up my shift at the convenience store and stepped onto the street to find puddles here and there. It had rained a few hours ago. I'd noticed the rain when I turned my head to look out the glass door when one of the customers bought an umbrella. My face was reflected back to me in the puddle. My eyes filled with tears and my throat was choked.

Hoseok hyung said he was with Jungkook, and Jungkook looked better than he thought. I dropped down.

"I'm okay." Hoseok hyung must've handed his phone over to Jungkook. He seemed to be pretending that he was okay. "How about you, hyung?"

“Worry about yourself." My reply was curt without meaning to be. Jungkook laughed bashfully. "I'm going over there right now."

I couldn't keep my word. I got to the hospital in no time, ran up the stairs because I couldn't wait for the elevator, and darted down the hallway. I was just about to jump into Jungkook's room, but I froze there.

I could hear voices through the cracked door. It was Namjoon hyung. Seokjin hyung was there too. I stepped back without realizing it.

"I'm always the same." Namjoon hyung said.

Indeed, he was. He was just going on with his life. I dropped down on a bench in the hallway. People in patient uniforms walked by, and some were in tears.

If someone asked, I must've answered the same. That I was always the same. That was the truth. I just went back and forth between my house and the convenience store. Abeoji was still drinking and making trouble from time to time. The indoor light was still dim and the drainage got clogged frequently.

There was one change. The nightmare had stopped. The nightmare of Yoongi hyung dying, Jungkook falling, and Hoseok hyung in a frenzy of despair. Come to think of it, the nightmare must've stopped after the night we, Seokjin hyung and I fought at the beach.

It was replaced by another dream. Tears ran down Seokjin hyung's face. Blue flower petals rolled on the asphalt street at night. They were trampled down, and were tinted with someone's blood.

I bent my steps. The elevator was coming up from the second basement floor. I looked back at the patient room. I'm not ready to meet Seokjin hyung and Namjoon hyung yet.