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

2022, Apr 11 - Taehyung (The Loops)

[Place: Taehyung's home]

(A/N: Loop #1)

It was dawn when I awoke. Abeoji's familiar smell and snore streamed from his room. Murky air on the other side of the piece of translucent glass inserted into the front door ruffled.

It took only three steps from the narrow entrance where shoes were scattered all over to the master's bedroom. I'd be gone to sleep there since I don't know when.

(A/N: I think, his dreams has dreams. If you watched 'Inception' movie it was kinda similar to that. Hehet. Just my theory.)

I felt a pressure on my back and shoulders as I picked myself up. I stepped outside with a glass of water in my hand. I carelessly slipped into any shoes and walked out slowly.

I passed the police station, alley, and pedestrian overpass, and the railroad beyond came into sight. It was before the sunrise, and the street was immersed in silence with no cars out yet. Someone's vomit from earlier in the night reeked.

I walked along the railroad. One, two, three, four. I stopped in front of the fourth container from the end. It was Namjoon hyung's.

I reached out for the doorknob and came to a halt. Namjoon hyung must be asleep now.

And what I saw last night in my dream must be nothing more than a nightmare.

I took a sip of water and turned around. The dilapidated station and railroad, abandoned houses, and trees and weeds that were growing haphazardly in between. A black plastic bag rolled towards me and then flew into the air. It was a poor neighborhood.

In my dream, this area was enveloped in flames. The entire scene seemed to shimmer and wave.

Maybe it was because of the heat or maybe it was because I was dreaming. Someone's scream, some kind of a crashing sound, the sound of crying, and the sound of something crumbling all came together and flooded my mind. The images that shimmered in the far distance suddenly drew near at full speed. I felt nauseous and shut my eyes, but it was a dream. I couldn't get rid of them by shutting my eyes. My gaze, first blocked by flames, pushed through people standing with their backs to me the next minute, and then stopped suddenly.

One, two, three, four. The fourth container was Namjoon hyung's. The door had fallen off. There were blood stains. Flames surged inside. People stepped aside one after another. The floor came into view. Namjoon hyung was lying there. Someone blurted out. "He's dead."

(A/N: End of nightmare)

I opened my eyes to find the ceiling of my house. I could hear abeoji's snore. It was all a dream.

My palm hurt suddenly. I turned on the cold tap water and held out my palm. It felt numb under the jet of water. I filled a cup with water and drank it.

It was a dream. A nightmare.

***

[Place: Alley]

(A/N: Loop #2)

"Namjoon hyung, was it our choice to have become what we are now or...,"

Namjoon hyung and I were standing in a narrow alley somewhere in Songju. The streetlights flickered on and off ominously over the wall painted with my graffiti. Seokjin hyung's face I'd drawn on the wall in the morning---his slender face, silent lips, hair ready to crumble into dust, and empty eyes.

I had a nightmare last night. My high school friends were in it, and terrible and vicious things happened. And Seokjin hyung was watching everything, stone-faced. I drew that grim face because otherwise, I couldn't shake away the fear that filled my heart.

(A/N: Moments before they came here.)

When I went to see Namjoon hyung, he said something unexpected, "Seokjin hyung is back."

I swung around and looked at hyung.

Was it a coincidence?

The last time I saw Seokjin hyung was two years ago. I heard he went to the United States, and that was it.

"Hyung seems to have changed much. I mean, his appearance is just the same, but something is odd. I can't really put it into words, but he seems as if something in him has become undone and vanished."

Hearing that from Namjoon hyung, I grabbed his arm and ran in to this alley.

Hyung stayed quiet in front of my graffiti. He didn't really listen to my questions and didn't ask me why I didn't draw the pupils in Seokjin hyung's eyes. Maybe because the face that Namjoon hyung had seen on Seokjin hyung looked like the face I'd drawn.

I said, "I was too scared to draw the pupils."

I could clearly see Seokjin hyung's face in my mind, including his pupils which were impossible to forget. But I didn't know how to draw them. His cold and indifferent eyes from which feelings like sadness or joy were completely evaporated. His eyes that seemed of so many different colors, or all the colors meshed into one, or that seemed to have so many stories to tell but were unable to tell any.

I grabbed a spray can again and again, but I couldn't draw his eyes.

"Do you know hyung's number?" Namjoon hyung turned around and asked me why. "To ask him something."

"About what?"

"I don't know what, but I want to see him and maybe ask him."

Suddenly, Namjoon hyung's phone rang.

"Why aren't you here yet?" It was Hoseok hyung.

He said Yoongi hyung and Jungkook were waiting for us at the container.

We left the alley as if we were running away.

***

(A/N: Missing translation from Korean version book.)

It was the first time Seokjin hyung came out in my dreams. Sometimes, I wondered how he was doing. I tried to remember the things that happened in our classroom, the moment when hyung was calling the principal. There were good memories about hyung and memories of events that I didn't understand. But in any situation, he wasn't cold and skinny like on my dream.

I looked up at the drawing on the wall. It looks definitely Seokjin hyung. But it wasn't the hyung I knew. Why did I suddenly have a dream like that? That dream was a relay of ominous and terrible scenes. Hyung's face was looking all misery with no expression.

I dropped my hand that was holding the spray can with. The chills I felt in the dream felt like it was pulling back of my neck.

From afar, I heard the sirens of a police car.