[Her] Beautiful Dream [BTS Fanfiction] ✓

VIII

Chapter Eight

I exasperatedly got up from the bed, the white comforter lazily falling on my lap. Inis kong sinabunutan ang buhok ko habang bumubuntong-hininga. Mas lalo pa akong nainis nang makita ko kung gaano kahimbing ang tulog ni Chelsea sa kabilang kama.

She was like a baby snoring peacefully.

"I should get to sleep now! Crap, ala-una na ng madaling araw pero dilat na dilat pa rin ako! I should've slept last night even before the clock struck at nine pm!" I hissed under my breath very silently, afraid I might wake Chelsea up. Ina-atake ako ng insomnia dahil inabuso ko na naman ang mga mata ko kagabi.

On the second thought, how could I sleep last night if my mind was so full of mess? Nag-aalala ako para kay Jimin. Nag-aalala ako para sa BTS at nag-aalala ako para sa sarili ko. I didn't want to get into trouble with them but I didn't know how to solve this freaking problem too!

Everywhere I looked, I couldn't handle the situation!

Yes, oo, noon! Noon, iniisip ko kung ano ang pakiramdam na ma-tsismis as an idol's unidentified girlfriend pero binabawi ko na. This was too heavy to handle. I couldn't bear this at all. Hindi ko in-expect na may consequence agad ang suwerte noong araw na iyon, at dinamay ko sila!

I frustratedly combed my hair back up because of the lost of solution to this problem. Nilingon ko ang bedside table para hanapin ang phone ko pero imbis na makita ito, ang itim na jacket ni Jimin ang nakita ko. It was folded neatly on top of the table. Kinuha ko ito kasabay ng pagsamyo ng mabangong amoy sa ilong ko.

His sweet and mint manly smell… now, that was how Park Jimin smelled.

The jacket he had let me borrow when we were both inside the elevator was still with me. At hanggang ngayon, pakiramdam ko, guni-guni ko lang ang mga nangyari… iyong pagpasok namin sa BH Entertainment, iyong pagkikita namin ni Jimin sa loob ng elevator of all places na puwedeng mangyari ang una naming pagkikita at ang pagkikita namin ng buong BTS.

Dream. It was like, I was in between reality and dream, even until now.

Hindi ko na alam ang totoo sa hindi. Sana totoong na-meet ko ang BTS pero sana rin, guni-guni lang ang mga isyu sa pagitan namin ni Jimin ngayon. The last thing I would want to happen was to give Jimin troubles and problems. Sobrang busy na nga niya at walang pahinga tapos bibigyan ko pa siya ng gulo?

I hardly clutched the innocent jacket as I deeply sighed. "Balak pa sana kitang ibalik kay Jimin pero mukhang hindi ko na kakayanin pang tumapak sa building na iyon. Kahit na gustong-gusto ko siyang makita ulit, kahit na gustong-gusto kong maamoy ulit yung mabango niyang amoy… hindi ko na kayang mag-take ng risk. I can only escape from this," malungkot kong pagkausap sa nananahimik na jacket. At least, I got this as the only remembrance of Jimin. That once in my life, I had made it to his line of vision. At least, he knew that I existed. At least, I had proved that he was real, that I was loving a real human and not just a fictional character.

I could be the unluckiest person alive for now… mananatili namang ako ang pinakamasuwerteng fan dahil nakasama ko si Jimin at ang Bulletproof isang beses sa buhay ko. That… that would remain as a happy memory of mine that I would keep forever, for as long as I was breathing.

Isa pa, at least my back got to the Korean news. Kahit na likod ko lang ang kita sa litrato, ako pa rin iyon. And ah, I remembered!

Gumapang ako patungo sa may ulunan ng kama kung nasaan ang bedside table. I opened a drawer on the table and I was met by my personal stuff inside together with my black Polaroid camera. Inilabas ko mula roon ang Polaroid ko, my only companion when I was in front of Bulletproof yesterday.