I woke around dawn. I could hear my dad snoring from his room. Shoes were scattered across the floor. Three steps from the narrow entrance to the master bedroom.
I picked myself up and stepped outside after getting a glass of water. I slipped into the first pair of shoes I found and walked around the neighborhood slowly.
It was just before sunrise so no one was out yet. It was quiet.
I walked along the railroad. One. Two. Three. Four. I stopped at the fourth container. It was Namjoon's place. I reached out for the door handle. I stopped. Namjoon was probably asleep. And my nightmare was just a Dream after all.
I took a sip of water and turned away. This neighborhood was a poor one.
The neighborhood was on fire. The heat had made the neighborhood distort in my vision. Someone screamed. There was a crash. Someone was crying.
I felt sick. I wanted to close my eyes. But I couldn't. I was dreaming.
One. Two. Three. Four. I got to the fourth container. It was Namjoon's. The door was unhinged. Blood stained the container. The inside was up in flames. People stepped aside. Namjoon was lying on the floor.
"He's dead," someone said.
That's when I woke up. I stared at the ceiling. I heard my dad snoring. It was a dream. My palm hurt. I'd been clenching my fist.
I got up and ran my palm under cold water. I drank a glass of water.
It was all a dream.
A nightmare.
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BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)
FanfictionThe feelings they tried to keep in their pasts, their losses, their suffering, insecurity and absence...it was time for them to embrace their destiny. Started: 13 April 2019 Ended: 29 June 2020 Thank you for the journey
