"I ᴀᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ I ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ."
"Lᴇᴛs ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ."
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Businessman Jeon Jungkook has been arranged to marry a girl he doesn't know.
A night before the wedding his best friend Jimin asks Jungkook to run away together. Without a destinatio...
I see the ocean, l see the desert, I see the world Everything's the same thing, a different name It's life again.
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BTS (Sea)
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[2 years ago, 2016] Seoul, South Korea
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The hardest part of being human was that at some point you reached your limit. That when faced with your worst fears you were so helpless and vulnerable.
People... They often talked about how we unlocked some sort of power when we were at our weakest. But these people had probably never faced a situation where they were completely powerless and watched things without really being able to do anything.
Because at the end of the day, we were just humans. Weak.
Jimin was thinking of all this, staring out of the windshield of his car, his arms folded on the steering wheel with his chin resting on his arms, staring at a certain balcony of the apartment complex he'd parked outside.
He felt that.
Helplessness and longing.
He wanted to go and be with Jungkook. It had been around two weeks since Jungkook's diagnosis. At first, he'd had a rebellious spark and had been visiting Jungkook often or called a lot but now the spark was being forced to put out.
So he'd started to insist and annoy Jin and Namjoon to visit Jungkook whenever they had time. Pretending he was busy whenever Jungkook texted.
Jimin lowered his head to rest on the steering wheel and closed his eyes.
In truth, he was helpless, cornered.
There was only so much he could bear, so much his rebuttal his mind could accept. Jimin lifted his hand and with one last lingering glance at Jungkook's balcony, he turned on the ignition and left.
With a crunching sound, the car came to a stop at a convenience store. It was still early so a few people were lingering about, with his head low Jimin made his way to the liquor aisle and picked out soju and beer.
He quietly paid and left, every step heavier than the last. The closer Jimin got to his lonely apartment the greater the dread in his stomach.
He hated that there was no one to listen to his wails, to his loud mind except the cold walls of his lifeless home.
When Jimin got to his apartment, he was tired and sleep seemed like a very welcome relief that he was looking forward to. He parked his car and locked it, wondering what to order for dinner when his feet came to a halt.
