the most beautiful moment in life | bts

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October, 2015.

The eighteen-year-old boy who had nothing but himself. The world that was too big for someone so fragile like him. All he had was himself and $5. To survive forever. By himself. After so long of being beaten up by his father, this time, when his father almost killed him, he managed to run. Run far away from him. And now he was alone. His mom had escaped from this hellhole first, leaving him alone. She ran away from home, leaving this poor boy alone by himself. And now, finally, he broke free.

Here he was walking at the streets of Gyeonggi-do, Goyang-si. Aimlessly walking around. All hungry and thirsty but neither did he wanted to spend that $5 he had. His clothes were full of blood stains and parts of it were torn. He was even walking in bare foot and scars covered his feet as he walked down the roads and pavements. People walked pass him, giving him dirty looks. He faced down. He felt embarrassed. Dirty. Worthless. Who would take him in this state?

6pm.

It was getting darker and he still had nowhere to go. He came across an abandoned train track, filled with cargo containers. Sleeping here on the floor won't do any harm, would it? He tried opening random doors of the containers, trying to find if any opened so he doesn't have to sleep on rocky roads. He came to the last few containers there and heard soft music playing somewhere. Someone stays here? He approaches the door and tried opening it. It was locked as well. Then where were this sounds coming from? He stood there, wondering when a voice came and disrupted his thoughts.

"Excuse me but, who are you?" a deep, raspy voice asked.

Jungkook jumped back and faced that man. He was tall and slender, holding a bag full of what seems to be groceries. He wasn't alone. He had two other men beside him. One was a bit shorter and pale. Last man had pouty lips and well, he somehow resembles a horse. Hah. Both were too holding a bag each. Jungkook moved back as he noticed them staring at him, up to down. Judging him.

"Ah, s-s-sorry," he stuttered before he walked away and went to the other side of the train track.

Someone stays here. Not one but three men. They all seemed older than him and he was terrified. Were they going to treat him like how others treat him when he walked along the streets? He decided to settle at one side of the train track, on the floor. He reorganised the rocky floor to make it flatter for him to lie down on without hurting his body so much. He lied down and close his eyes.

8pm.

He didn't have a phone with him. He doesn't even know what time was it right now. He looked at the sky and all he knows was that if there was a moon and stars, it is night time. It was the time to sleep and wake up again tomorrow when the stars are gone and the sun appears again. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Finally, no more days to his father waking him up in the middle of the night, drunken and ask for money. Peace and Freedom.

"Hey," he heard a voice and felt someone nudging him.