𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕚-ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝟚 |TK|

삼십육

19 years back,

It was raining heavier than the 5 year old boy had ever seen.

He was terrified. Shivering in that cold dark place he was kept at. He hugged himself more and more every time- from the top windows, lights would flash with ear piercing thunder.

He kept calling his parents silently but no one was there.

Those who were there, were the ones that separated him from his momma. They'd come time to time to scare him and make him cry.

The little boy wanted to get out, he had to get out..

He had to be brave- he wanted his mom and dad, not these scary bad uncles.

Five days? A week? He had no idea how long he was here. But he noticed one small thing that- just when the sky would start to darken more, indicating it was evening, those men wouldn't be around him for atleast 15 minutes.

The one man that would stay nearby, would just sleep everytime anyway.

So, shakily enough, he tried to search for any door or window he could use to get out of here. He searched one day, didn't find.. Next day- he did find a broken fence; but the men were coming back so he had to go back to his place.

And finally on the third day- he crawled under the fence. The gap wasn't much, so he got cuts on his arms, back. He was crying, but silently so they don't hear him. He first had to run away from here so that he could go cry to his mom.

So he ran. Rain was pouring all over him, wiping his blood- also making him hiss in pain. He fell a few times on the slippery road, but stood back up to just ran any where.

He had no idea where he was running to though..

After probably a hour of running- he fell again. This time, damaged his ankle. He couldn't stand up and just sat at the side of the road, soaking wet, crying in his own arms.

But suddenly- the rain stopped pouring on him. When he looked up with red nose, he saw another guy, little taller than him, standing with an umbrella on top of both their heads.

The boy had sharp but big eyes, bangs over his forehead and he looked.. like a prince..

Little Jungkook's lips parted a bit looking at the pretty person.

"Why are you sitting here?"
The elder boy asked up.

"I-I'm l-lost.."

The other sat in squat before him and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the dirt & snort from his face.

"You got cut.."

Jungkook pouted suddenly feeling all the cut-pains at the same time.

"I'll take you to police station.."

"I-I can s-see momma and d-dad then?"

"Yes.."

The elder saw the little boy smiling widely now, he looked like a small-cute bunny.

"Come on"
Elder let him hold his hand to help him stand up.

Jungkook couldn't walk, it hurt. So the other had to get him on his back,
"Can you hold the umbrella?"

"Y-Yes!"

Jungkook felt so light to the boy.

Why won't he? He had been eating almost nothing recently.

All the way to the police station, the younger one won't stop talking or whining about how hungry he was. The other didn't try to stop him either, cause it felt useless to try.