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It’s been a couple of years since I was alone. They passed away. But that doesn’t mean they’re not with me.
My name’s Y/N. And this is a story about how my friends left me.
I was in college, a first-year student. Firstly, it was hard for me to find friends. But in the end, I found 7 of them.
I was out in the evening because I needed fresh air before the following exam. I was in a park near a river. While I enjoyed the view and leaned on a stone wall, a stranger came and leaned on the wall near me.
“It’s a nice evening, and also the weather is good. Not too cold to watch the night sky,” he said without looking at me.
“Y-yeah,” I replied without turning to him.
“I’m Jimin. What’s your name?” he asked and finally looked at me.
“I’m Y/N,” I replied and looked at him too.
He was handsome. Too good-looking for an ordinary guy.
“Jimiiiiiiin!” someone screamed.
I looked back, and so he did. There were standing six other men.
And that’s how I met BTS. After a few hangouts, I became their friend, something like the 8th member of BTS. It was fun with them. I found out Jungkook and Taehyung were attending the same school as me. I hung out with them in school too. We grew together, and I got into college. We hung out when they could meet me. They had their career, and I’ve got school and my band. Everything was fine, but then it started.
First was Hoseok. He had childhood trauma when his mother left him in an amusement park. He was taking pills. One day, it was too much for him. He got threats and other things saying he should leave BTS, and he is ugly etc. Adding to it all, his crush and girlfriend broke up with him. So he took all pills in one go and drank alcohol to it. He was found dead in the morning the next day. We were all shocked and sad.
We managed to keep living. After some time, we were alright. And the boys’ band continued as usual. Little did anybody know that Jimin was the next one. He liked Hoseok too much. Hobi was like his own brother. Now he was depressed, alone and down. He was at the bottom. One night, he couldn’t do it anymore. He filled his bathtub with water and burned down a photo of him and Hoseok together. He erased his memories like this and drowned himself in the water. Later, the boys found him because they wanted to go to the shower: another funeral, another lost life.
All because of me, probably, I thought. I shouldn’t become BTS’ friend. My parents left me too. Then my older brother. Other families don’t come near me because they believe I am a cursed child who will bring death to everyone near me.
After Jimin’s death, BTS fell apart. They were no longer group singing together. They couldn’t do it anymore. Their fans were worried, and I was too. I was a cause of this all because of my stupid curse. After his funeral, I told them about it. But the boys that were left with me didn’t go away from me. They became my closest friends, my family. They didn’t fear the curse and didn’t believe it.
Later, they found out that they should believe it. Jin was too emotional and tried to keep everything to himself, but Namjoon saw his distress. Namjoon wanted to cheer him up, but Jin won’t allow anything happy or funny to get to him. He committed suicide. He drove off from a cliff in his car—another funeral. There were already three graves to which I was visiting and giving flowers.
Taehyung was a psychopath. He hid it very well. We didn’t know what was happening until he jumped from a wooden tower. We tried to cheer up. We had to stay positive and live our lives, but we lost contact. I was still visiting graves, but no one spoke with me after Tae’s death.
Only my boyfriend does. Jungkook. He was my only light in these darkest moments. We loved each other. We were there for each other. We were alright. We had fun and played with water guns, but one phone call ruined everything.
Namjoon had shot himself. He was lonely without Jin, and he missed even Hoseok and others. He tried to give all pain into song but couldn’t. Namjoon was in so much pain. It was unbearable for him, which led to another suicide. My whole life became full of suicides.
I’ve had only Jungkook and Yoongi. I didn’t know that my bad luck or curse would get to everyone.
Jungkook got into a fight. He was barely walking and breathing. He was on his way to the hospital after the battle and got into a car accident. His last thought belonged to me. I was sure of it.
Yoongi was there for me when the news came from the hospital. I was mourning; the pain was tremendous. I felt like my heart was torn apart. Yoongi comforted me. After a long time, when nothing happened, he started dating me. We were happy together. We got engaged.
I thought my happiness would last now forever, but I was mistaken. Yoongi had had enough of his work as a music producer. He was stressed, so he rented a room in a motel. He thought about many things. At last, he found a solution. He poured around the room gasoline and burnt down himself. Firefighters discovered his dead body after they got the fire under control.
Now I’m here. All alone again. On the coast where Tae died, I had last fun memory of us all together. I’m standing here and looking at a photo which I had taken.
They all looked happy. I was delighted too. Now I see the boys here again around me. Jungkook back-hugging me and the others next to us. They look happy. I was holding in my hand a piece of the paper heart. It was half of the paper heart that they were holding in hand.
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