The poor boy was shaken up by the nightmare. He sat straight on the bed, sweating a sea and tears streaming down his cheeks like a river.

He had dreamt that Seokjin had passed away in an accident. He was there at the scene, but he was too afraid to approach him. He was afraid to..save him? He couldn't save his best friend. He couldn't save the person who's probably a live saver to him. He couldn't-

The twenty-seven years old buried his face in his pillow, balling his eyes out. He was really thankful that it was just a dream.

More angry tears crawled down his face. If something like that happened in real life, would he just stand there and do nothing?

He would later get shouted at by the people around him for being useless in the situation.

Useless....

The word he thinks describes him the most. His eyes landed on a picture on his wall. A picture from his childhood that he had printed out of his phone and framed it. The smiles that were so genuine while taking that pic, he didn't know that the smile would be ripped out of his face, until Seokjin came.

He knew there's only one way to get rid of this. So, he did it again.

Day 11                                                      11.10.21
Why did I do this today? Seokjin is suppose to be discharged today. I'm suppose to be picking him up. What will he say when he sees this?

He wouldn't care, right? Why would he anyways?