To The Void [kth X reader]

The End

Y/n's mind went fuzzy and she was unable to comprehend her surroundings. Dizziness started taking over her and for a moment she thought it was a weird fever dream and she'll wake up soon. But what stopped the sensation was a hard thump on a . . . bed?

She groaned, the back of her head still throbbing. Once the bile went down and she couldn't see stars behind her eyelids, her eyes opened. If she said she wasn't confused, then heavens must have fallen from the sky because it took her a moment to remember her own bloody name.

It was all like she left.

The scattered side table, the recently sat on bean bag, the bed sheet wrinkled where Jimin writhed after Jungkook pinched his nipples. And the posters.

Her hands automatically went to touch them, only to find them solidified.

"I'm back." She whispered to herself.

A shrill ring of mobile made her jump from her seat. Scampering to the device, she picked it up.

"Hel-hello?"

"Hey, I just wanted to remind you that I didn't make any dinner coz I thought you would want to order some-----"

Who is that?

Looking at the screen, she realized it was her mom.

Oh.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, I am, I am here." She inhaled deeply, combing her hands through her hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes mom, uh, what were you saying? The signal was weak."

"I said order something for dinner." She said, uncertainty still lacing her words.

"Oh, okay."

"You surely good?"

"Yes mom, just had . . ." She paused. She is alive. She came back to her family. " . . . a bad dream."

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A few weeks rolled by with Y/n finishing her final exams and school, living her life always on guard. It's a bit weird to her parents that she jumped on even the smallest of disturbances, waking up abruptly when earlier, the world could be collapsing and she won't wake up.

She did assure them she is alright.

She really wasn't.

BTS was back to promotions, and lives, doing more of that as they missed their fans. No one knew why such a sudden burst of love but who were they to know.

Y/n did.

Every live felt different.

Every note in their songs sounded different.

She hasn't heard from them and she really doesn't blame them. They are in other country, busy, traumatized and . . . idols. She cried every night, happy that they arrived back on Earth, sad that they won't meet ever again.

It was another day, she was perched on her bed, fiddling through her phone. Looking at the photos of them. Now Jungkook's abs didn't make her squirm. Jimin's hip thrust didn't seem alluring, Namjoon's gaze, Hoseok's smirk, Yoongi's tongue or Taehyung's growl. Nothing ignited any spark.

It was like . . . looking at her brothers, dads, except Taehyung of course. His camera flirting skills seemed too personal, almost normal.

"What have you done to me?" She sighed, resting her head on the wall.

She was about to drift off.

Something she is doing a lot lately, but the shrill doorbell jerked her awake.