Sinner ◇ BTS Fanfiction

Pride

During the night, we went at Namjoon's house, well not exactly, it's where he made a house with an abandoned container.

We were outside, in front of Namjoon's house with a projectile projecting a movie on the wall of the containers and we were around a fire that we created.

We were eating, laughing and drinking together. When I took out a picture taken from a Polaroid from my pocket.

"Should we go there?" I ask Hoseok first, he look at the image and said: "Yeah." Then I showed it to the others who also accept.

And so, the next day, I drove my 4X4 with everyone to the place I showed them with my picture. The youngters, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were outside at the back of the car laughing with the wind passing trough them. While the others were also having fun inside the car. I had fun driving on a deserted place, where their's only sand and water.

I took a break from driving, also to let everybody enjoy the beach. I start filming and taking pictures of them having fun again.

During night, I arrived at a gas station to filled up the gas of the car. Well, the gas station is where Namjoon works so I will certainly having a discount or something.

"Let me take a picture of you two." Namjoon said to Yoongi and me.

I let him take my Polaroid camera and pose for the picture. After taking it, Namjoon comes back in and shows us the result.

When everybody is inside the car, I continue to drive to our destination.

The next day, we finally arrived at our final destination, I decided to sleep in the car to gain some energy.

When Yoongi and Jungkook calls us, we all wake up to look at the view of the sea together. Since the view was beautiful, I start filming everything again.

I notice that Taehyung is not beside me anymore, he actually climbed a metallic tower that has a platform. Next, everybody noticed him and start to tell him to come back down.

Taehyung didn't listen and jumped into the water.

I continued reading the diary, when I noticed their's the number of the owner.

"I think I should contact her." I thought to myself.

And so I called her, she thanks me and ask me out.

30th, August

I closed the book, where I was currently reading a page about a flower called smeraldo.

I'm in front of the mirror of my room, picking up an outfit for my date.

I just pick some tops and look at myself with the shirt placing in front of me. When I tried a light gray sweater, I noticed that I bumped onto my flower vase.

At the end, I decided to wear a white blouse with a gray blazer on it and I separated my bangs from the middle.

Since I notice the page about the smeraldo, I called to a flower shop to give me the flower at the streets where my date and I will meet.

When I drove to the destination where I could met her, I remembered a quote in her diary when I looked at the Polaroid picture of my friends and I hanging inside of my car.

Looking back, I had known all along that underneath the glittering world before my eyes lay my deception that everything was to collapse with a breath of wind
I turned away, sidestepped, simply closed my eyes
Afraid I was, afraid to be loved for who I am

I just drove and remembered all their suffering when we were hanging out together. I start to feel unwell and my head started to turn.

I finally arrived on the street where the girl said to meet, I when to pick up the flowers where the delivery truck is park in front of mine and went away.

When I noticed my date at the other side of the road, I waved at her and she waved back at me. Then, she starts to run towards me only looking at me, but a car bumped onto her, I was just staring at the scene.

I was just reading the diary.

If we could turn back the clock, where should we go back to?
Once we reach that place, can all our mistakes and errors be undone?
Will happiness be ours to stay?

I put the diary on the table and almost dropping my flower vase, but I was able to stop it from falling.

I just look at myself in the mirror, I removed my sweatshirt and wore a black cap. Then, I just walked away.

Thought many seasons pass, there are places that cannot be reached
Yet another storm to be faced and the weathered head-on
Loving without fear
Hesitating and parting
Merely living as the person I am

Maybe we were all going into sadness, because we didn't know how to love ourselves.