Bts & Me

Street Fights

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I couldn't stop my tears, even when my legs started to ache from running too far and my head started to spin with fatigue. They were going to get me anyways, chase me anywhere. Who knows what they'll do to me when they find me! Whether they'd steal my belongings, or beat me up or worse. I felt a wave of dizziness overcome me, and the pattering of my worn sneakers on the grubby concrete lessened with each step.

 A few gasping breaths later, I felt my body collapse onto the cold, damp pavement, head spinning and limbs aching. The gang caught up to me, and I felt a jutting pain shoot through my ribs, then another at my head. Soon, the hits jammed into my body ferociously and I could barely stop choking and crying to take in a breath. Why did I have to go through this torture? I just turned fourteen for god's sake! 

Soon, the pain had spread so far that it was just numbness, seeping into my bones and silencing the voice of my consciousness. I imagine this is what death would feel like; peaceful and quiet. Depressing thoughts, huh? What was left of the voice in my head argued that maybe I was dying. No, the pain restarted, jolting through my malnourished limbs like electricity and wrenching another cry from my mouth.

 An overused, oversized blue tee and shredded black tights were all that was protecting me from the cold of Seoul's brightly lit streets and those clothes were everything I owned. I'd stolen them from a shop two months ago, just after everything I had was lost to stealthy . Another shot of pain engulfed me, and blackness crept in from the corners of my eyes, just as an urgent voice yelled something nearby. I heard a cacophony of voices surround me, and I prayed nothing bad would happen. Then, I succumbed to the darkness. 

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Everything around me was white, blinding my eyes as I turned over pitifully. The attempt made my whole body tremble in nausea, forcing a choked moan out. In seconds, there was a hand on my back, helping me move to a comfortable position and murmuring sweet nothings into my year. It was a voice I recognised from after the attack, probably one of the people who saved me. In a few seconds, I could focus my eyes as the scene around me cleared, revealing eight distraught men, one significantly older than the rest. 

The other seven were dotted around my stuffy hospital room in various positions, noses wrinkled at the insistent scent of antiseptic. I understood their pain, as my own head was pounding with the unpleasant odour. The three oldest men were standing in a huddle as they conversed, debating furiously with each other, although remaining quiet. Dammit, I do love some good gossip.

 Four others, obviously much younger, were stiffly dotted around the room, resting in tiny, red plastic chairs. I could sense them eyeing me, and I was tempted to confront them, but I was distracted by the man sitting on my bed, his hand still holding me up. Carefully, I managed to push myself to a sitting position, and soon everyone's attention was focused on me. Avoiding all eye contact, I tried to mumble out whatever questions I had. "Where am I?"

"Hello sweetie, you're at the hospital. You got into quite a situation. Are you ok, now?" The man' voice was caring and sweet, his hand leaving my back after I was stable. Despite the kindness in the situation, irritation filled me as I found a reply. Oblivious to my annoyance, he continued. "I'm Taehyung. What's your name?"