The story of Y/n | bts x y/n ff

(Someone that is not important POV)

Somewhere in 2070 or smth like that

I pushed my way through the crowd, searching for a seat in the vast library. After the exhausting search, I finally found a space. It was in the far corner of the area and it seemed some kind of eerie darkness was draping the desk. I knew I wouldn't be able to find somewhere else so I shrugged and took the seat- resulting in some annoyed glares from people who weren't fast enough to claim it. Grinning in satisfaction of 'winning', I pulled my chair closer to the desk only to find some resistance. In curiosity, I leaned down to see a very worn out book- its pages were folded in large and small sizes and the print on the front was starting to fade out. I picked it up and read the front cover: 'Y/n's story'.

Raising my eyebrows, I gently opened the first page and read, 'Welcome to my account'.