A/N: This fic is based on the book of the same name by Kazuo Ishiguro.
You stood at the river’s edge and stared out across the black water. Your eyes caught in a daze wondering what your life was like if you had just been born like everyone else. What your life would be like if you had come from a womb instead of test tube. You had always dreamed of crossing the other side, to see what life was like outside of the city you were placed in. But as you thumbed the folded piece of paper in your pocket you knew that you would never get the chance.
You slipped the paper from the confines of your pocket and re-read it for the 55th time. Your first donation was scheduled a week from tomorrow. You had to report to the hospital in 5 days for preparations and blood work to make sure that your perfectly created body was still perfect.
Jungkook’s smile flashed before your eyes and a lump caught in your throat making it hard to hold back the sobs that were trying to escape your lips. He was waiting for you back at the hospital. It was after all the eve of his second donation. Even though you had been through this process almost a hundred times before, it still made your whole body shake with nerves.
And now it was your turn.
You looked at the paper in your hand and over to the black water lapping at your feet. You adjusted your feet against the chain link fence, the only barrier between you and the unknown, and leaned forward. You watched as the paper floated on the surface of the water but it wouldn’t sink. You gripped one hand on the railing and the other reached forward.
The silver bracelet on your wrist suddenly came alive as your hand hit the floating paper. The cold water stung your fingertips as the alarm from you our wrist went off. You pulled back and planted your feet back on the earth beneath you. The bracelet continued to sound an alarm through the silent night, a red light blinking where the metal had been sealed into one.
It wasn’t long before the sound of tires pulled up behind you. You didn’t turn around as their footsteps approached, you being the target. It wasn’t until one of them cleared their throat that you gave them the satisfaction of turning around. “It’s time to go, Y/N. Jungkook is going to be worried about you” the man told you.
You cocked your head to the side and scoffed, “So the rumors are true, watchers do exist”
I miss the collaborations between groups. The Wonder Boys is a perfect example of this because Shindong, Sungmin, Taemin, are from SM. Jokwon is from JYP. Seungri is from YG. They all came together to cover other groups. This wouldn’t happen nowadays