BTS' 8th Member《Imagines & Scenarios》

💭 Anniversary #1

The harsh weather thrashed around outside, rain plummeted into the windows, wind rattled their handles. Today was an important day, an anniversary, a day of grief and sadness. Almost 19 years ago was the day your father passed, his physical existence laid to rest. He was only 20 when your mother gave birth to you, and was only 23 when he unfortunately lost his life. 

According to your mother, she'd never seen a stronger bond between father and daughter. You were his little girl, he was your hero, your love for each other was unbreakable. Your mother would tell you hundreds of stories of when you were younger, you would sit and fall asleep as she would tell you about the 3 years you and your father had together before he left you and your mother alone.

"You were always his little girl. He would always call you doll, you would call him super dad. Both of you made an unstoppable duo, the whole village knew you both, everyone loved you. He would carry you round on his shoulders for a whole day, just walking around the park, laughing and messing around with each other. The day he passed away, you were too young to know what had happened, so I lied to you. I told you he was leaving, that he didn't love us anymore and he wanted to find a new life somewhere else. I believed that was what he would have wanted me to say, he would have wanted you to find it easy getting over him and forgetting him, he would have preferred you lived the rest of your life as though you never knew him so you didn't have to feel the pain of his passing." 

Just a few years after your mother told you that story, she joined your father as a beautiful diamond in the gorgeous night sky. Your brother was living with your mum when she passed away, so he knew everything. When you flew him over to Seoul to live with your aunt, you'd help him sleep by telling him the stories your mother used to tell you to help you get to sleep about your father. Of course, your little brother never met your dad, since he was born after he passed away when your mother had managed to move on and bare a child with another man.

'19 whole years', you thought to yourself. '19 years ago, on this exact date, my father passed away'. You'd seen pictures of him, and you'd never seen a man of his age look so youthful. Yes, he was only around 21 when the pictures were taken by he only looked around 17, you understood why all the older ladies loved him. Apparently he was a big flirt (especially with older women), but he would always shower your mum with extra admiration and tell her that she was the only woman he actually had eyes for.

It was a love story anyone would dream to experience. 

Slowly, you got yourself washed and dressed. The boys were aware of the anniversary, so they decided to surprise you. You'd been looking down lately, and the media knew why so they didn't do anything but shower you with love and support.

As you stepped out of your bedroom, wearing a short, plain black dress that you'd found in your mothers wardrobe years ago, which you'd decided to keep at a memory of her, you saw all the boys lined up. Each of them were wearing matching black suits with a simple white blouse to add some slight colour, with polished black shoes. Each of them held a single red rose in there hands. 

Your mothers favourite.. They remembered.

You gave them a smile, no words were spoken, they weren't necessary. Grabbing your car keys, you all heading outside into the terrible weather, but no one complained. Packing all 8 of you into your small car, you headed down to your aunts house to pick up your brother. Your aunt planned to go separately to give you and your brother some much needed personal time with your father, your little brother went as support, as well as Bangtan.

Pulling up on the driveway, the front door opened and your little brother walked out dressed in a grey sweater, denim jeans and a black coat, with a beige scarf too keep him warm. Suitable clothing for a young boy of his age, you didn't expect him to dress smartly. He held onto a white rose, just one, like the boys. He shut the door behind him and hopped into the drivers seat.