The story about a woman whose life has changed overnight. Pain is an ongoing cycle within her life due to the killing of her father, ever since the car crash. She learns how to find independence within herself with the help of the famous boyband BTS...
The night before my 23rd birthday is a cold one. Bitterly cold in fact - the air is restrictive and numbingly icy, like a vice of cold has locked around my throat, rendering me constantly breathless. There's a window open allowing the frosty air to hit against my skin sending shivers up and down my body.
I close the window in my room to stop the cold air from coming in. I better change out of this dress. Wearing a dress with so many layers and ruffles just starts to get uncomfortable. I have to admit, it did feel pretty good to see Jin shut the fuck up.
Changing into one of the pyjama sets provided for me, I have to face the circumstance I'm in. Both Jimin and Jungkook are waiting for me. At that moment I received a notification from my phone.
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Shit. I totally forgot about the outside world for a few days. I don't know what to tell him since It's against the rules here. Plus everything I say is being recorded according to BTS' manager Sejin. I'll just say it's familial matters or something, no one prys when someone says that.
I text Ellery back, "hey u can call now if ur available."
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Almost immediately, I receive a call. I study the name displayed on the screen and the sappy emojis that follow.
"Hey," I say, voice dripping with dread, worry, and fatigue. It's silent on the other end other than some rustling. Just as I was about to call after him, there's a muted groan.
"I-is it you?" He sighs into the phone; a sigh of relief. "Fuck," he sobs. "I miss y-you. I... fuck." Another sob.
"I'm here," I murmur, so richly enveloped by the world I'm currently in, it takes me a couple of seconds to notice he's inebriated, and heavily so. His sobbing and slurs of words being the first and foremost giveaway.
"No, you're gone. You're not here. I checked your apartment and you're gone, how can you move out without telling me? All your furniture too. It's like you vanished from my life." He slurs and then a little less distinctively says, "Hey Taj send a car for her would you?"
A familiar voice rings out on the other line, muffled and barely audible. "Settle down, bud. It's almost midnight, you fucking woke her up." More rustling. "Drink the water and get some rest." And then under his breath, something of an afterthought, "With your lightweight ass."
