Emotional fool

I was back at my home. It seemed like everything that occured was just a nightmare, as I hoped for it to be. But confusion came over me when I looked forward.

Suga, looking somewhat younger, was present there, holding a sword. Facing him was another male with dark brown hair, clutching a sword. Even though the day was bright, the mysterious male's face wasn't visible to me. It was as if covered in shadow.

Sweat dripped off of Suga's face, and Suga, to some extent, looked as though he was losing his cool. The male, on the other hand, didn't seem much affected.

Right then, the male stuck Suga with his sword at the back, causing blood to gush out of the newly made wound. Suga fell to the ground, clutching his laceration.

With tears, I tried to move for going to him and possibly stop this. However, I couldn't move. It didn't matter how much I tried, but I couldn't budge my leg. It appeared that no one present here was indicative of my presence. Shout won't come out of my throat despite my countless number of tries.

"No! That's enough! Stop it," someone yelled.

My eyes shifted off to that 'someone'. Unexpectedly, she looked exactly similar to me, other than the fact that she looked lot younger than me. Tears constantly dripped down her eyes, as she began shouting for it to stop.

Perplexity of where I am and what's happening took over each one of my passing thoughts. Maybe it's just that I am in some dream or nightmare. Then again, it feels too real for it to be any of that.

No one paid any heed to the shouting girl, and Suga stood up, tightening his grip around his sword. With that, he charged towards the male, and chuckling, the male dodged him, slashing his right arm.

However, before I could see what's going to happen further, I heard my name been called multiple times by someone and felt a sensation of something soft in touch with my back.

It took me a while to realise that I was sleeping, and someone was calling me to wake up. I was disappointed that I couldn't see the whole dream although I think I remember less than half percent of it.

The only thing I remember is that Suga was there in my dream all hurt and injured. It was of no use to try and remember what happened further.

Finally, I decided that it would be a good idea to open my eyes and see the world around me. Rubbing my hand against my eyes, I saw Taehyung or V standing in front of me with a blank face.

"Good morning," I greeted, smiling.

Taehyung sighed and said, "Do you have any idea about yesterday?"

"Oh yeah! I forgot to ask you. How did I get here? I thought I fell asleep beside that tree."

"Luckily, Suga saw you there and was thoughtful enough to carry you back. Are you even aware of how dangerous it is for you?"

"Suga did? How did he know where I was? Besides, I don't even know who I should stay careful from."

"I don't know about that. I am warning you that you're not going to leave this room until I say so."

"That's almost impossible. You know I can't do that."

"Then, I'll just have to lock you up."

"It's completely unfair to lock up a young lady against her will."

"Hanee, you should know that we don't abide by what's fair or not. We only care about our goals. I hope you understand what I mean. I'll be going now," Taehyung told and then, walking outside of the room.

Goal- I should've known that I am nothing more than that to him. But still, it hurts when he refers me as that. I know that they're BTs and avoid getting emotionally attached to people, and that they want to not let anyone into this invisible bubble of theirs.

Then again, did all the moments he spent with me meant nothing to him and Suga? Was it all too easy to ignore it and regard me as a goal they want to accomplish? Was I the only one enjoying all these?

When the matter comes to this both, I can't help but be a emotional fool. The rollercoaster of emotion I am riding now seems never-ending. No matter how much I try, I can't bring myself to just not care. Maybe I am being stupid, but they both matter to me very much.

That was where I was wrong. They shouldn't have mattered. Even if they did, I shouldn't have based my decisions upon them. If only I could've deciphered the secret behind that dream, he and I would've a different future, a one with less struggles in it.