My Purpose | BTS FanFiction

Chapter 1

A falling sensation. Through a darkness that never seemed to end. That was the first thing I remember. No name. No age. No sexuality. Nothing. I could have been a top student and I didn't even know. Nah. I'm too stupid for that. But it wasn't a bad feeling. I felt like I was being freed from something. Freed from what I would never know. It was just a rush of positive energy.
Then it stopped. Whatever that force was gently lowered me to the ground. I placed my bare feet on the ground to see that I was wearing nothing more than a simple white t-shirt paired with blue jeans that has both been ripped to shreds. Again, I would never learn the reason why they were torn.
The next thing I realised was a happy squeak from a young boy. I snapped my head towards the noise to see a boy of four years of age playing with an older male and female - who I assumed were his parents. The boy was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a cartoon drawing of a dinosaur character and blue denim shorts. I didn't really take much notice what the adults were wearing.
We were in a park. Not a very large park. But he was content with it. The sudden ringing of the female's phone in her pocket startled all four of us.
"Hold on. Let me take this," she said as she pulled it out of her pocket, as if she already knew who it was. She walked away from the play area with the older male following just behind her. This left the boy to play by himself. He shrugged it off and continued playing alone.
The boy was running around and just being a happy child. Curiosity over took me as I began to move closer to him. Neither the boy or his parents took any notice of me, despite me looking like 19 year old about to approach a four year old. Not creepy in the slightest.
Without warning, the boy tripped over his own feet and face-planted the concrete below him, scrapping all visible skin. I ran to the boy out of instinct to help him. But when I reached him, as he bellowed out a cry, my hand went straight through him. I tried over and over again to help the boy to his feet but I just couldn't. To say I was astonished is an understatement. It was here when I found out I was not human.
I fell backwards from my crouching position and landed on my butt as his father attended to the boy.
"Hoseok, are you okay?" What a silly question to ask; of course he was not alright. Blood was seeping from his hands, arms and knees. Lucky, his innocent face was not scratched. "Shall we take you home?" His father asked, since his mother was still on the phone. The boy nodded as he wiped his tears with the back on his less injured hand. With a sense of protection coming over me, I decided to follow them.
Can they not see me? I questioned myself.
Within seconds of beginning the walk home, the father lifted up Hoseok, which I now knew was the boy's name. Thankfully, the journey was not long and the boy could be put out of his discomfort.
The few minutes that passed allowed Hoseok to calm down and dry his eyes. I felt down about him being hurt, probably because of his young age. But I didn't understand why I felt so vigilant of him after meeting him just moments before the accident.
When we entered the house (after I squeezed through the front door before they closed it), the father took the boy to a large open room which appeared to be the dining room. He placed Hoseok down on a chair, before leaving the room to enter what seemed like a small storage room.
I squatted in front of the boy in hope that he might just see me. But I already knew that he wouldn't. I even placed my hand above one of his cut knees to inspect it. Yet, he still did not feel my touch.
His father's foot steps sounded in the room. So I jumped up and away from Hoseok to allow him to be healed. At this point, his mother came into the room.
"You okay, Hobi?" Her voice was sincere as she bent down just as I did. Hoseok hummed in response.
"Daddy is healing me." His voice seemed much more cheery now. Hearing his happy little voice put a smile across everyone's face, myself included. I felt a warmth inside in. Why am I so concerned for this boy?
As his father finished placing the last plaster to Hoseok's knee, he voiced "can I go play now?"
"Of course," his father replied. Hoseok leapt from the chair and carefully ran up the stairs.
His parents put away the medical kit whilst I trailed behind Hoseok. He lead me to another large room. A small bed was in one corner of the room with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers in the others. The walls were plain red with blue carpet that didn't really match. His favourite colours, perhaps.
In the centre of the room, Hoseok was sat with his legs to the side to avoid causing pain to his knees. In front of him was a toy box full of random toys. He picked a few out but winced every now and then when he pressed too hard on his grazes.
Such an innocent boy.
And that was the first time I met Hoseok