It's been nearly three years since I slipped into a coma and battled against death to stand here today. That's how my parents describe it, at least. But for me, in those moments when I teetered on the brink of life and death, I experienced a profound sense of joy, unlike anything I've ever felt before.
I got to meet BTS, the people I adore most in the whole universe, but it was just a long, surreal dream. I felt like I truly experienced every moment with them, waking up with tears in my eyes and frantically searching for them was one of the funniest and most loyal things I've done as an ARMY.
That time in my life is unforgettable. It felt so real that for months, I couldn't help but cry myself to sleep, feeling like I'd left an important part of my life behind. But how could I have when I was just in a deep sleep for months?
But as time went on, I gradually came to terms with the fact that it was just a dream. Still, the memories lingered, and the emotional impact remained. That part, especially where I imagined myself dating Kim Taehyung and having intimate moments with him, was undeniably absurd. It's one of those moments that makes you chuckle at the randomness of dreams.
Reflecting on it still stirs up a mix of emotions, even though I know it wasn't real. It's a poignant reminder of how our minds can conjure up the most unexpected scenarios, especially during tough times. Sometimes, I find myself wishing it had been real, but ultimately, I'm grateful for the comfort it brought during those challenging months.
At 18, I felt like I was on the cusp of adulthood, and now, nearing 21, life feels incredibly daunting and confusing. Adjusting to adulthood seems like an uphill battle—just a change in age, and suddenly everyone expects you to have all the answers and make perfect choices all the time, to be a responsible adult at all times. And to top it off, there's the constant taunting from those around me for still being a fan of a K-pop group. But I've made it clear to them: it's not just a passing phase for me.
I'm grateful for my parents. When I woke up and shared with them how I felt truly alive despite lying still for so long, and how I felt like I was living my best life with BTS members, they laughed but supported me in my admiration for them. They believe that BTS played a significant role in saving my life, and I couldn't agree more. Their support means everything to me.
Their steadfast encouragement fills me with gratitude, especially now as I prepare for a month-long trip to Seoul—a vacation my parents are generously sponsoring as an early birthday gift. It's an opportunity I never thought I'd have, a chance to explore the city that brought me so much comfort during my toughest times. As I pack my bags, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nostalgia, knowing that soon I'll be walking the same streets where BTS once walked. This trip isn't just about adventure; it's about appreciation for the support that got me here and the joy that lies ahead.
As I stepped out of the car and headed towards the departure section of the airport, I turned to embrace my parents once more and express my gratitude. Tears welled in their eyes, a mix of worry and pride, but I reassured them that I would be fine on my own. I had already arranged for a touring service in Korea, so they didn't need to worry about a thing, especially since I would be picked up directly from the airport.
"I know you've already taken care of everything, Y/n," my dad said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "But it's okay. Go and enjoy your vacation, and don't forget to meet the men you admire the most." He leaned in to kiss my forehead, his smile filled with encouragement. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions, and waved at them before heading off.
I love my parents so much.
Boarding the plane, I found my seat and settled in for the long flight ahead. The anticipation of finally reaching Seoul kept my spirits high despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. I passed the time with movies and music, stealing glances out the window whenever I could, eager to catch my first glimpse of Korea.
Hours later, the captain announced our descent, and my heart skipped a beat with excitement. As the plane gradually descended, I pressed my face against the window, marveling at the sprawling cityscape below. The lights of Seoul glittered like stars, welcoming me with open arms.
Touching down at Incheon International Airport, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I gathered my belongings and stepped off the plane, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness all at once. This was it—the beginning of an adventure I would never forget.
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