Still With You | BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan) : A Sequel to 'Euphoria'

"But I Still Want You..."

Listen To: "The Truth Untold" by BTS
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[Please, assume all conversations are in Korean]

I've never given much thought to afterlife. Having not been raised in a religious household, it was never something that was prevalent in my life. I'm not even sure how I feel about it now. Heaven and hell, good versus evil, etc but looking out at the way the sun is setting behind the fluffy white clouds as we float through the sky, I can't help but believe there has to be a higher power; a divine power of transcendent human capacity. My brain is flooded with memories of a conversation with Tae:

"Angel," he whispers against my lips.

"Baby?" I respond with a smile as I let my hips rock against his lap, knowing exactly what I'm doing.

"Angel," he repeats.

"Why do you call me that?" I ask as my fingers lace in his raven waves, pushing them behind his ear.

"Because you remind me of all that is pure and good in this world. Precious, perfect, and ethereal," he recites. Each word like a soothing linger across my aching skin, causing me to feel an overwhelming urge to kiss him breathless; do everything in my power to prove with my actions just how much I love him. "You saved me; I prayed for you and now you're here. My living, breathing Angel,"

"Are you okay El-ssi?" I hear Daehyun ask. I turn my head to look at him, confusion riddling my face. "You're crying," he points out. I bring my hand up to my face and feel the wetness on my cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. No. I'm fine. I'm okay," I tell him, slightly embarrassed. 

"We will be landing shortly. I have a car waiting for us and I will drive you to Yoongi-ssi's family home. From there, I will go stay at a hotel and if you need me you can let me know. I've let Hyun-Jin know we will be here for a few days and he has informed the members," he tells me. I nod and smile at him, thankful for him and how good he is at his job.

We land at Daegu International Airport and Dae quickly ushers me toward luggage claim and I wait for our bags while he goes and gets our car.

I feel a little bit nervous about being here. I love Yoongi's Eomma and i'm glad I get to spend time with her; happy to be able to have someone to talk to and confide in, especially after what happened in New York with Kat.

We still aren't sure what happened but Dae said the person standing outside was very suspicious and that combined with what Kat was saying, we knew it wasn't  a safe place for us to be.

"Do you think I should reach out to Detective Lee?" I ask him.

"I think that would be a good idea. We can't pinpoint where the threat is yet. Either here in Korea or in the United States but I do think it's not a good idea to gamble with the assumption that it's only going to affect you in one country and not the other," he responds. He's right. I learned my lesson with Zane. I know that I can not sleep on things regarding my safety. So I quickly send Detective Lee an email letting him know of the incident and that I'm back in Korea and will be back home to Seoul in a couple of days.

Seoul. Home. To most people, Home is a place; a physical location that they associate with growing up. To me, home is them. Home is Seokjin's cooking when I'm starving. Home is Yoongi wrapping me in blankets when I fall asleep on the couch. Home is Namjoon rubbing my feet after a long day. Home is Hoseok bringing me coffee while I'm getting ready for the day. Home is Jimin using his blow dryer to warm up the inside of my jacket before leaving so it's not cold. Home is Taehyung dancing with me in every single room when he gets the sudden urge. Home is Jungkookie pulling me into bed every night because he 'needs me'. They've restored the air in my lungs and have given me life; a reason to wake up every morning. Home.