Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
ahmm, yeah, so... you need him a lot in this story...
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I cursed. Loud and and colourful.
It wasn't just raining. I wasn't sure you could even call this assault of heavy water loosened from the clouds pouring.
Our sight was impaired, barely able to make out the shape of the person walking in front of us, all of us soaked to the bone the moment we had stepped out.
We headed towards the exit of the camp only by sheer memory.
Jin was the only one not helping in the search for Tae since he had gone to get the sedative we kept in case of one of Hoseok's attack.
And if Namjoon thought it necessary to get it for Tae... Fuck!
How were we supposed to help him right now, when all I could repeat in my head were Lian's words? With this pain in my heart?
But we searched, all together, calling his name through the heavy rain. We got no response. Perhaps Tae had followed Lian all the way out of the Junkyard?
It blended in with the rain at first. Like a distant howl perhaps. But I saw Namjoon in the corner of my eyes, straightening, looking in the direction of the sound, eyes narrowed.
It came again, louder, and Namjoon's heavy sigh was the only warning before he sprinted off.
For a second, I only looked after him in confusion. Why was he following that noise? It sounded like a wounded dog, the sound holding nothing human. It couldn't be...
I gasped and sprinted after him. Only through my years of exercise and knowing the ground by heart did I not trip.
I almost wished I had. Only so I wouldn't have to see this scene in front of me.
Tae on his knees, water running down his skin, his hair, his clothes all but soaked. No sign of Lian.
He was staring at his hands, pointed palm up and the noise- He was screaming.
Screaming like I never knew a person could scream. There was so much pain, so much despair. It was endless.
I felt the other's join our side, coming to an abrupt stop too as they looked at our brother kneeling in the wet dirt, not even seeing us. He was only staring at his hands while making such terrible, soul-crushing noises.
I tired to understand why, but they looked fine to me. Nothing but rain splashing on them, although the pouring had ceased a little. As if to illustrate the broken boy crying and screaming on the floor.
I looked up, finding Namjoon's eyes, our leader standing on Tae's other side. His white shirt was translucent by now, sticking to the shape of his bulky muscles, his blond hair appearing even brighter and in such contrast to his darkened eyes.
