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

2022, Jul 4 - Jimin (Practice Room Incident)

(A/N: This day, Smeraldo Blog by Testesso has been created but didn't posts anything yet.)

[Places: Dance studio, road]

When I came back to myself, I was rubbing at my arm so hard that my skin p*eled off. My hands trembled and I could heard the sound of my heavy breathing. A thin stream of bl*od ran down my arm. By the reflection in the mirror, I could see that my eyes were bloodshot. Fragments of what just happened raced through my mind.

I'd lost concentration while dancing with my partner. My steps got tangled. I crashed into her, fell down, and sk*nned my arm. The bl*od reminded me of the Grass Flower Arboretum. I felt suffocated. I couldn't remember how I got up, ran out of the practice room, and made it to the restroom. I scrubbed and washed the scr*pe like crazy, becoming more and more frightened at seeing the bl*od sucked down the drain. I thought I'd overcome this. I thought I was okay. But I wasn't. I had to flee. I had to wash it off. I had to look the other way. (A/N: To read what happened fully on G.F.A - April 6 Year 11, you can jump to August 12 Year 22. It also contains some spoilers tho hehe.)

Then, I suddenly realized that my partner also fell. I quickly rushed back to the practice room but there was no one there. Her overcoat and Hoseok hyung's bag were scattered on the floor. I ran outside. It was raining hard. I could see Hoseok hyung, with my dancing partner on his back, running with all his might in the far distance. She seemed to be unconscious. Her limp arms swayed in every direction.

I chased after him with an umbrella in my hand but came to a stop. I tried to recall the moment she fell but couldn't. When I saw the bl*od, everything around me vanished. I wouldn't be any of help even if I caught up with him. I'd hurt her by pushing her to the ground but didn't even stop to see if she was okay because I was shaking like jelly at my own bl*od.

I turned around. Every time I took a step, rain splattered onto my sneakers. The headlights of cars swished by me. It'd rained on that picnic day a long time ago, just like today. On that day, I'd run away from the Grass Flower Arboretum. My body was covered with mud that looked like bl*od.

I hadn't grown up one bit from that 8 years old kid.

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(A/N: Korean version not translated in English book.)

I was paired with a noona from the dance club for this dance, but our movements became tangled and bumped into each other.

All I could do was fall and get someone hurt, and then scared by being hurt myself and forgetting them. And then running back too late and stopping.

I walked the other way. Every time I took a step, raindrops splashed on my sneakers. Headlights of a car spun pass.

It was not okay. No, it was okay. It did not hurt. This wasn't even a wound. I really was okay.