Zero: A BTS AU (On Hold)

Burn it up: Ch 28

It was the day you told your friend about the scholarship. It was the day of BTS' last concert in this country. Their last concert of the world tour. The last one before they could return home to Korea. But all of them were feeling sad and within them was gushing a fountain of anxiety. A fountain that flowed freely as harsh pellets of rain bombarded the ceramic case containing that sprowting stream as the storm brewed and harshened. A turbulance brought about by their seperation from you.

It had only been a few days. And it was killing them. Figuratively of course. But if you gave it enough time, then yeah, I guess they would all die. Slowly like a rotting avacado. Skin drying out and changing into a colour that just tells you, screams at you, not to touch the squishy, mushy round and unpalatable vegtable. (They are vegtables right? Not fruit? I should look that up). And what was worse was the fact that they all knew that it would still be some time untill they saw you again. For on their return to their mother country tommorow, you would still be out of reach. Far away from their oustreatched arms, strained muscle that longed for you, and hands that made those grabby motions - like a baby asking for a toy or touch. And like a baby, once they grabed hold of your hair, sunk their fingers deep into its threading silk, they were not going to let go easily. Not even if you tried to pry the didgets away. Their grip would only tighten with your force. BTS were resilient, needy souls for you, and they longed for your touch. They craved it as if it were their life blood, their nutrients. And as such, at their dire lack of nutrition and liveliness caused by your distance, the seven alphas were fatigued, at a complete loss for energy. So much so that they didn't know if they could get through this concert. That their fans and staff alike were concerned for their health. Many hashtags arose regarding their thin faces excentuated by their cheekbones and dark, ringlined, circles under their eyes, the pale tone that lingered over the contour of at least five of them, the gloss; a hazy and opaque stainglass window that covered their eyes, and the limp, the hobble, of their souls that they hide with each step.

Many pictures and videos from the prevous night's concert showing their state had surfaced, and fans were concerned and asking for them to get breaks. Pleading for their company to give them a holiday.

And if it where like that last night, imagine the state they currently find themselves in. Their bodies are churning through the motions of preperations for the concert like butter left outside on a hot day. Melting into their paper wraping, the polyester couches, with the buzzing of those rushing around them. Some occasionally landing lightly to brush powder upon their face, or to disrupt their attempted rest by moving their hair. Some even buzzed words into their ears, but the information they spoke was only regersted as an annoyance to be swatted away by their lazily flung hands.

The hours drew on with them in this state, their bodies broken by the fragmentated longing of their minds, their souls. The time was a slow, low, drawl of thick mud that held walkers back from progress and hindered their movements. And when they finaly got through the brown marsh, the clock reaching a new hour, they found the gunk still lingering on their shoes.

At least an hour to go. 'Yay!' They thought, 'another enjoyable hour'. And they once again found themselves walking through time, though this time they were getting stuck in its sands. The seconds passing ever slower as they were draged deep into the sinking mush that threatend suffocation. But luckily, before any succumbed to the slimy embrace, Tae rolled on out of there. Draging with him the others as he learned to float. He suddenly gained the most exciting and pleasent felling he had felt for days, and it flowed trough him like a stream of chocolate syrup; sweet, stickily delicious and overall plesent. There was a tad of anxity mixed in, but like a bit of salt, it only brought out the flavour, added a little bite.

He didn't know what caused it. But it was miraculous in it's effect. It even managed to snap the other six broading corpses up and out of their funky sadness. Though they were not snapped out by a euphoric feeling, but just plain old confusion.