BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Jun 13 - Yoongi (Visiting Jungkook)

(A/N: Super long narration ahead.)

[Places: hospital, streets, hideout]

I went to see Jungkook in the hospital but couldn't walk into his room. From the hospital door, he looked dead. I turned around. I couldn't bear to look at him.

Ever since we came back from the trip to the beach, Jungkook stop showing up at my workroom. I tried to remember the last time I saw Jungkook. The last time was when we were coming back from the trip. I was talking to Hoseok about music. Without a word to us, Jungkook ran ahead. I thought he had something to do and would show up later. But he got into an accident.

So many things reeled in front of my eyes. The fire crackling in an empty drum at the construction site, my eommeoni's room with no lights on, the piano sound coming from the flames, Jungkook clumsily playing the piano at a music store, Jungkook fallen on the empty road, and the fear and pain he must have felt as he slowly lost consciousness. Jungkook was lying in there. Looking like a dead person. I staggered out of the hospital.

(A/N: moments after he left the hospital)

I drank. I had to be liquored at up to forget this fear. I got kicked out of the bar and roamed the streets. And I fell down somewhere on the street and slept.

When I woke up, I was running. No, I was having that dream of running. But I wasn't a kid. I was high schooler. And I was running in the dark streets, and it was urgent. I didn't look around. My feet were running to take me to the destination. Where was I going? What was the urgency? It felt like this had to happened before, but I couldn't remember. And I lost my balance and sprained my ankle.

When I was thrown up and fell headlong in the dream, I woke up, kicking my feet. It was night. because of the booze, my heart was pounding, and things were spinning around me. When I tried to stand up from the crumpled position I had been in, my joints screamed. Holding onto the wall for support, I managed to walk.

I had no destination. I didn't care where I was going. The passers-by frowned and avoided me. I was always like this. I had no destination and no purpose, and there was no way I would run now just because someone told me to run. And the people around me found me upsetting or scary.

Staggering around, I suddenly looked around. I was on that road where I had run out of breath in my dream. Where was I going in such a hurry? What was I looking for? No one told me to do it, and no one was chasing me, but why was I running like that?

I saw the green light across the crosswalk. In the dream, I crossed the road although the signal had turned red. Cars honked and some came to a screeching halt. I ignored all that and ran with my eyes fixed in front of me. Like in the dream, I started to pick up speed. I felt nauseous, but I took deep breaths. I crossed the road.

For no reason, I felt urgent and started to run. It was nothing like the speed I had in the dream, but I still ran. And I saw before me the same scene from my dream. I ran past the elementary school and the police station, and I crossed the road. And what I was seeing now overlapped with the scene in my dream.

I arrived at the front gate of Songju Jeil High School. The place I ran to in my dream was my school, the place I hadn't set my foot in after I got expelled. I couldn't believe it. I looked up at the classrooms. The lights were on in every classroom. Brightly lit classrooms were not a part of my high school memories. In the dream, I ran past the dark playground and to the classroom-turned-storage in the old building.

When I open the door, it smelled dusty and smoky. The desks were thrown down on the floor everywhere, and a pile of boxes was in one corner. I stood by the door and looked inside. It had been two years since I have spent most of my days here. Was I a different person from back then? Or was I still the same? Was I the one who came running and panting here in the dream or the me from back then?