Mr Player//BTS FF

You sighed wearily as you walked out of the elevator and headed towards the door of your apartment, with some supermarket shopping bags in your hand.

Because there had been a long queue at the supermarket tonight you had gotten a whole quarter late. A time that usually you don't find it as a lot but this time you did. 

You had a lot of things to do. To cook, take a shower and then sit down to read and read emails, which you had been doing all day and seemed to have no end. Reading, thinking and analyzing the problems of the other while planning responses for each, before writing back to them by email. This was what you will have to be doing all week and then pick out two cases from the emails and write about them in the column and post it in the magazine.

It was not a bad job, to a point, you were liking it but because it was the beginning, you weren't used to the flow yet and the chaos was making you anxious truth was. 

You unlocked your door and pushed the door with your shoulder to enter, the beeping sound of the door's unlocking echoing in the atmosphere as per usual.

"Jimin I/m--" You halted your tongue as soon as you took notice of a pair of shoes left at a corner by the entrance which you recognized immediately.

Seon is here?

You wondered as you walked further in, glancing at the empty living room for a bit until some strange noises reached your ears and immobilized your body.

Your hands began to tremble, as the sound triggered a similar memory of the past that had stigmatized you, fear gripping your senses at once. The bags slipped from your grip as strength started leaving your body but you didn't let them fall to the floor. Like a robot, you approached the couch where you placed them before your gaze fell on an undergarment that seemed to have been abandoned on the floor.

Your breath was cut in as if someone had welded a  knife on your throat, your hands wrapping themselves around your body as images of the past began to float in your mind. Images that carried sights of terror, fear and violence.

Your footsteps began to reluctantly approach the room, the sounds now growing louder in your ears, giving you a feeling of sickness in your stomach. You felt like you were about to faint from the overwhelming anxiety that took over you and the wave of emotions that placed you in turmoil.

Your fingers were cold as they came in contact with the white door of the bedroom, pushing it lightly, using as much force as you had used that fateful regretful night of the past.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight that you came to face, as the image of Jimin and Seon got paralleled with that sight of the past in your mind, for they were similar sights but also different. That similarity however had been enough to trigger you and make you find yourself unable to see the present anymore.

 Jimin's head was buried into Seon's neck, her fingers tangled between his hair as her eyes were closed, her lips leaving sounds every time his body moved atop hers. And you just stood there, just like you had done back then. 

Your vision started to become blurred as your footsteps took you away without your conscious command, your hand being left still in the air as if it was still touching the door. 

When you reached the living room again, your gaze was fixed on no particular point, while tears were adorning your icy cheeks. Your sharp breaths echoed in your ears briefly before your mind stopped thinking clearly, getting lost in your thoughts and in time to the point that you found yourself living again the most awful night of your life. 

Clothes were thrown on the living room floor as the then 14-year-old you had just entered the house. The key was still in your hand when you had heard the first sounds that had frozen your steps back then and a scream that had followed which had woken you from your icy state, in which fear had placed you. You had run up the stairs without thinking much, your breaths sharp and heavy as if you had run a marathon, and your eyes wide as you had started taking notice of the red stains that were all over the white carpet on the floor.

At the recollection, your legs could no longer hold you and you plopped on the living room's floor, making a loud noise that you hadn't even heard. Your senses were no longer there. Your ears could only hear the sounds of your horrible memories, your eyes could only see that miserable terrifying image. And your mind proceeded to bring back to you the same miserable feeling as if you were living that nightmare all again at that very moment. 

You  felt a hand touch yours, out of a sudden, and that made you scream as loud as you could, feeling you with desperation to get your body as far away as you could, just like you had done that night. 

You wanted to run, further and further, as far as you could go. You wanted to stop this fear inside you and the sounds of that memory that had now penetrated your ears. You wanted the touch of the past to disappear from you.

Your fingernails began to desperately pill off your skin, in an attempt to erase where he had touched, but suddenly two hands got a strong hold of you and immobilized your self-harmful actions, by trapping you in an embrace.

You couldn't see anything in front of you until a few drops of water began to wet your shirt, and a familiar scent reached your nostrils. A scent that made your body relax a little in the comfort it gave you, your mind slowly returning to reality and the blurred vision that your tears had created.

"-Please. Y/N get a hold of yourself, please!" A few words now reached your ears, and you finally took notice of a pair of eyes that were looking at you full of worry, tears and sadness.

And that was all it took, for you to let your conscious go, your mind fading into black as all your senses started disappearing, leaving you fainted in the familiar embrace of your childhood best friend.  

Seon.

--- To be continued ....

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