Spring Day (BTS )

Chapter One:

Its cold and snow covers every strip of Earth. The railroad is silent- abandoned due to the coldness of the weather. No one was there to witness the silent, shivering boy jump down from the platform onto the snow covered railroad. His face was expressionless, yet beautiful- much like a stone prince from the early eras of Korea. He doesn't smile or speak as he centers himself on the railroad.

In the distance, a train horn is blown, echoing throughout the woods that surrounds the small train station. The boy doesn't flinch or move, but instead, falls to his knees and lays his head upon the cold, snowy metal of the track. Snow that surrounds him enlightens his navy blue coat and his tan skin, making him even more beautiful.

The train is almost near as it blows its horn again, but the boy sits still, watching the train come closer with no fear written in his eyes. He wants this.. He wants to say farewell to this world and travel on to the next.

As the train comes nearer, faster and faster with no sign or resistance, I reach out my hand as I shout, "Taehyung!"

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I let out a scream as I fling my body up and stare throughout my small room. Sweat clings to my body like a second skin, but I am cold. Its just a dream, Kook... Just another dream... But that's the problem, it wasn't just a dream. It really happened. I was there trying to stop my beautiful Hyung from taking his life, but he was too fast. It all happened so fast.

I let out a shaky breath as I comb my long, thin fingers through my hair, a force of habit I have when I get nervous or scared. It felt like just yesterday Tae-Hyung was here, laughing and cuddling up to me. When he was here, I slept better- hardly had any bad dreams. Now, it seems like I have nothing but bad dreams.

Its been three years since Seokjin Hyung died in a horrible accident that basically torn all of my hyungs and I apart. After Seokjin's death, everyone else began to die from suicide or an accident. Its like they didn't care who they left behind. They didn't care when they left me behind.

I let out a sigh as I climb out of bed and limp over to my closet to search for some clothes for the day. Ever since all my friends died, I was put in this rehab center where I talk to a therapist all day, which is stupid. I have nothing to talk about because I'm scared if I talk about it, I will begin to forget their faces, their scents, their love. I want to always remember them and I refuse to utter their names to anyone.

After I take a quick shower to soothe my tired, tensed muscles, I dress in my jeans, white shirt, and a plaid over shirt before laying back on my bed once again. So many thoughts cloud my head as I think back to the dream I had last night. It was so real like I was there once again. Maybe if I had ran a little faster and not hesitate, I could've saved him in time. Then I wouldn't be alone like I am now.

A knock against the door pulls me from my thoughts. It must he my therapist ready to ask me the same damn questions again. Its always the same: 'How are you?' 'What did you dream last night?' 'Did you have another spell?'

Its always the same and I hate it. But I guess I have to live through it.

I open the door to see Noona dressed in her usual attire of a simple suit dress with the blazer buttoned and her hair tied up into a tight bun, and her rectangle glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She looked so sophisticated, yet her questions were those of a child. Maybe she isn't that creative, so that's why she chose the boring job of a therapist.

But, something was off today as she stood there empty handed with a kind smile on her face. "Good morning, Jungkook. May I walk with you towards my office today? I have some good news for you," she asks as she gestures down the hall towards her office. I glance down the hall before back at her. Good news, huh? Maybe for her, but I doubt for me.

I nod to her before closing my door behind me. We begin to stroll down the hall with my head tilted to the ground. I refuse to look at these walls because its so enclosed. There are no windows to look out. I don't even know if its sunny or raining. Hopefully its a nice day for those who are not in this hellhole.

Therapist Noona-I can never remember her name, sighs before beginning to explain, "So, this morning I received a phone call from your manager and he has asked me if he could speak to you whenever you woke up. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this news very much because I know you hate it here and want to go home to your Eomma."

My eyes widen as he words settle into my brain, lighting a fuse to a firework. I'm going home? They're actually going to let me go home and see Eomma and Appa?! I turn my gaze to her to see she was smiling softly up at me.

"I'm going home?" I ask, my voice cracking for I haven't used it in so long. She nods proudly before opening the door to her office, guiding me in. "Here's the phone to call your manager and he shall tell you the rest."

My mind is blown as I quickly picked up the phone. I'm going home. I can start over and maybe write music to dedicate to my beautiful Hyungs- my beautiful angels.