My body was heavy but the light at the same time. I had no sense of time or my surroundings. Everything was black. I could feel my lungs filling with something not familiar. I was scared and helpless. I just wanted someone to save me. Please save me.
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I gasped for air as I felt a heavy pressure being applied to my chest. Voices started to become more clear as I was brought back to reality.
"Is she okay?" Someone asked.
"We will find out there's an ambulance on its way." Another voice said.
I tried to open my heavy eyelids and take a better look at the people around me. Everything was still blurry like I was underwater. Wait I think I was underwater.
"W-what happened?" I choked out.
I heard a few gasps and more chatter.
"You fell into the river avoiding a car accident." A man said.
My vision started to clear up. Taking my surroundings in one object at a time. There were several people standing above me. All with worry on their faces. I was laying on the ground, cold and shivering. I could see a bridge in the distance, with the Han river flowing below it. My memory started to clear and I could remember the events leading up to now. I was doing my morning jog like I do every day. There were tires screeching and I saw a car swerving towards me that's when I backed up. Without realizing I was already at the edge and my body toppled over the railing falling into the Han river.
"Is the driver okay?" I struggled to say as my throat was shot.
Everyone just kind of nodded. Good, I'm glad, I thought. The ambulance arrived and put me on a gurney. They wheeled it into the ambulance and shut the doors. After a short ride, we made it to the closest hospital.
Lots of questions from doctors and nurses had my head spinning after a few hours. They said I wasn't in any danger but I should avoid going in the water for a while as my lungs had been previously filled.
I stretched my arms above my head as I stepped out of the hospital. What a day it's been. I pulled my phone out of my hidden pocket on my jogging pants. It didn't turn on. Which made sense since it fell in the water with me. I'll just put it in rice when I get home. I sluggishly opened the door to my apartment and closed the door. I hated coming home to an empty apartment but that's how my life is now after my mother passed away. I turned on the kitchen light and grabbed the remote. I turned the tv on for some background noise as I made dinner. I walked into the kitchen pulled out my bag of rice and got a scoop in a bowl and plopped my phone in it.
I hope it's not damaged. I kept looking at it the whole time I made my food. I set the finished meal on the table and sat in the lonely chair. I decided to finally check on my phone. I pulled it out of the rice and held on to the button. The screen flickered a few times before the welcome screen lit up. I tried not to get excited because there could be other stuff wrong with it.
I started to eat my food as I kept a close eye on my phone. I was starting to get worried as it seemed to be stuck on the welcome screen. To my surprise, after a few minutes, my phone lit up with a different screen. This one was one I knew well. It was my home screen. I sighed as I looked at the picture of my favorite K-pop idol group. BTS.
I went to take a shower. Washing away today's events I felt refreshed and I was starting to feel like myself again. I turned off the warm water and dried myself off. Wrapping a towel around me I walked out to the living room to dry my hair and watch some tv. I sat there watching whatever drama was on. I wasn't up to date with that stuff. Then the commercials came on. I loved finding the ones with BTS in them. I noticed a Puma commercial come on but it wasn't one I was used to. It was a different idol group that I had never heard of prompting Puma.
"Hm, that's weird," I said grabbing the remote.
I clicked through a few more channels catching a few more commercials that were supposed to be promoted by BTS. I started to grow worried. Why aren't my boys getting the air time they needed?
I quickly grabbed my now working phone and tried to go to Twitter. After it didn't load I realized that my phone had no service. I thought that was strange. I quickly grabbed my laptop and opened the internet. This time it opened right away. I sighed and went to Twitter. Something felt off though. My news feed was bare. Like all of the people I was following were gone. I typed in BTS' Twitter handle and nothing came up. I slightly started to panic. It could be a joke. I opened up another tab and went to google. I typed in BTS.
My breath hitches in my throat as I saw the screen staring back at me.
"No results found." I breathed out.
No. No. No no. No. This can't be happening. There's always something that comes up with BTS. I quickly typed Bangtan sonyeondan. And the same screen stared me down. I slowly set my laptop down on the floor next to me.
"What is going on?" I said to myself.
There was nothing and everything running through my mind. What had happened to the seven boys I'd been following? The seven boys helped me through losing my mother and getting back on my feet. How could those seven amazing boys just disappear?
I picked up my laptop and typed in one of the boys' names.
Kim Namjoon.
The leader. I'm sure there had to be something on one of them. A few articles showed up and a link to his kakaotalk. I clicked on the first article. It said how he was joining Seoul university to pursue his master's degree. I clicked back and clicked the link on his kakaotalk.
I showed pictures of him and his friends. But not I of the rest of bangtan appeared in any of his photos. I could feel my heart start to drop. I need to find him and see what the hell is going on. I closed my laptop with a tiny slam and set it to the side. I quickly picked up my phone again.
"Something isn't right," I said staring at my BTS home screen.
I opened my phone and was greeted by their smiling faces again. I scrolled through my pictures and everyone that I had saved of them was still there. I opened my music and all their songs were still in my playlists. I clicked a song and leaned my head back. Listening to the words and their voices made me feel at home.
"I'm going to fix this," I said closing my eyes so I didn't cry.