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

2022, Jun 27 - Seokjin (You're Becoming Strange)

[Places: Outside school, road]

(A/N: He is inside his car lol. And take note, Seokjin is attending Munhyeon University in Munhyeon City. Kinda far away from Songju.)

I was about to leave school when it started to rain. The semester was over, but I had to deliver my abeoji's documents to my professor, the documents concerning the redevelopment. Everyone in Songju City who had any power all had their hand in the plan. The professor thanked me and asked about my abeoji.

What'd started out as a sprinkle soon turned into a downpour. The radio said the rainy season would last longer. The wipers pushed the raindrops on the edge.

When I got to Songju City, I saw the intersection. On the right-hand corner, I saw a familiar building, the one that was still under construction. Two months from now, a flower shop would open in that building. They'd sell rare flowers called Smeraldo, the flower I learned about only because of her. When I thought of her, countless memories flooded in.

(A/N: Kinda throwback while he is driving.)

The first moment I saw her with the gust blowing from a passing train, the time we'd spent together, and the moment of her death under the fireworks.

That night, I left home looking exactly like the description in her diary which I could've recited with my eyes closed. The accident of the truck delivering Smeraldo was an impossible coincidence. If I hadn't ordered Smeraldo, if she hadn't crossed the road after seeing me, if the flower shop owner hadn't forgotten the message card I asked for, if I hadn't called the shop owner, or if he hadn't made a U-turn, that accident wouldn't have happened.

She was hit in front of my eyes. She was bleeding. The tires skidding on the asphalt continued like a scream. The Smeraldo was trampled under my feet. And a time loop began again.

When I opened my eyes, it was April 11. For a while, I couldn't figure out what was going on. I'd thought that the loop ended at the beach on May 22. What that strange cat sad was right; I had saved everyone. Then why was I in another time loop? Which was fortunate. I didn't know why the time loop had begun again, but it did, and I hadn't met her yet. She was still alive, and I could save her.

It was not difficult to save her. I didn't have to make someone do something nor did it require a precise timing. All I had to do was make one small change among so many coincidences. Still, I took extra precautions. I controlled everything and eliminated all variables. And I saved her.

It would've been so convenient of that had taken care of everything. The problem came a month later. The night when the containers were forced out, Namjoon was killed, and the loop started again.

I still couldn't figure out why the loop began again, nor why I couldn't save Namjoon. Every time he was killed, the loop began, and my relationship with her deteriorated for some strange reason. I always did what her diary said --- we went to have what she liked, the ice cream, and went for a drive to the lake, a place she had wanted to go. But with each loop, she grew more distant.

Odd things happened too. One day she and I were sitting by the Yangji stream and looking at the sunset. I was about to suggest volunteering at an animal shelter. "We should stop seeing each other. I think we should," she said without even looking at me.

"How about we go for a drive?" I said as if I hadn't heard her. I grabbed her arm and helped her stand up.

"Let's break up," she said pushing away my hand.

"What is the problem?" I asked.

Sitting by the stream, watching the sunset, and volunteering at the animal shelter. They were all in her diary, things she liked, and I did whatever she liked to do. But it always ended like this. In every loop, it ended this way.

And she said the same things: "I don't know who you are anymore," and "You are not the person I fell for."

She grew more distant. I was getting sick of it. After all the things I'd done, I couldn't figure out what I should do more.

She stood up. I grabbed her arm.

"You're hurting me. Let go of me!"

Without meaning to, I put force in my grip. While trying to free herself from my grip, she lost her balance and sprained her ankle. I finally snapped out of it and let go of my grip.

Grasping her ankle, she plopped down on the ground and said, "You know what? You're becoming strange. I don't know you anymore."