17 November 2015
Yoongi walked through the streets of Paris with no emotions expressed in his face.
it has been 3 days since the attack and, people from all of world, of course still talked about the horrible night in france.
flowers, pictures, cards and flags were placed next to a statue in name of everyone who got murdered and to pray to all the families and friends who lost their dear ones.
yoongi stopped in front of the statue and his soulless eyes looked at everyone. from the television interviewers with their cameramen, to the journalists, from the families and friends crying, to the people with sad expressions as they prayed in name of everyone.
he was tired. it was the second attack. the first being in 21 August. the difference was of course the deaths and the injured.
in 21 August nobody was killed and 4 were injured, including the assailant who was subdued by the other passengers. It was an attempted mass shooting which occurred on a train that was travelling from Amsterdam to Paris.
but this time it was completely different.
130 died,
352 injured.
it was the single deadliest terrorist attack in the French history. in the news all they talked was "shootings", "hostage taking" and "suicide bombings" and how terrible and inhuman it was.
yoongi thought about going back to his hometown, Daegu in South Korea or at least the capital, Seoul. But how and where would he get the money to do so? Of course it wasn't just the money that made him back off of this idea but also his parents who spent so much money on him to go study in Paris, he couldn't just give up his parents hard-work and go back.
he was tired but nonetheless, scared.
what if one day his picture will be there next to the candles?
what if there's another attack?
what if he gets killed?
what if...
