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goodbye - 2ne1

The Minsun who first silently walked into the gates of the secure women prison and the Minsun who stalked out ten solid years later were no longer the same. The only thing they shared was the same name and the same memories. 

Chung Minsun now walked with anger and purpose. She had one goal in mind and she wasn't going to sit still until she fulfilled that task. She waited for the gate to be opened. Just beneath the black cap on her head, she noticed a crowd that was waiting for her just outside the gates.

There were reporters, photographers and resentful people who hadn't forgotten the crimes she was wrongly convicted of despite a decade passing by. Her story was a hard one to forget, not just because of the atrocious details of Mi-ra's death but because of the fact that Minsun was the last person anyone would expect to be involved in such a thing. How could someone who was part of the nation's one percent go so wrong?

When the gates finally opened, four guards surrounded her who were to push their way through the crowd. Assisting her into a car that was waiting right behind the multitude of angry people. This felt very similar to when she came out of the hospital nine years ago.

However, she was no longer scared of them, the only thing she was scared of was dying before succeeding in her one purpose. Minsun was numb to all the hatred because not only due to the fact that she had recieved plenty of it already but also due to the fact that she was filled with it.

She was very sure that she was capable of feeling nothing but hate and anger. Her chances for loving was long gone, she had forgotten what it felt like to love and feel love.

"What do you have to say about your mistrial?"

"Why did you say you were guilty?"

Minsun kept her head straight ahead, not flinching away from all of the flashing lights. She wasn't shameless enough to stoop her head low in front of them all. She simply blinked as a response to the reporters. Her eyes, once filled with so much energy had no spark of life to them anymore. They were dead.

"I don't think it was a mistrial, she killed Mi-ra just like how she admitted it."

"Justice for Mi-ra!"

Minsun clenched her jaw at the name of her daughter being said by a stranger. She hadn't heard the name out loud in so long that now it easily triggered her. She felt helpless as her heart involuntarily sped up and her breathing deepened. She tightened her fists, hoping it would stop her from freaking out.

"Justice for Mi-ra!"

Minsun took in a deep breath. Her steps began to slow down and the guards were tugging her arm to make her continue walking. Eggs splattered onto her body, the yolks clinging to her recently washed hair.

"Justice for Mi-ra!"

Minsun squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head as if it was going to help get rid of whatever was thumping her mind.

"JUSTICE FOR MI-RA!"

Finally, Minsun's body had given up. After hyperventilating in the midst of the commotion, her legs lost their battle as she collapsed onto the ground. The shouting from the crowd slowly died down until she could no longer hear or see them.

She awoke in the car, slightly startled with the different surrounding. The driver noticed her frantically looking around and he informed her that they were heading towards an estate where she was going to be staying.

Minsun let out a sigh and relaxed into her seat, relieved with the quiet atmosphere. She leaned the side of her head on the window and watched endless trees pass by as they sped through the highway.

When he began to slow down the car in a parking lot, Minsun sat up straight on her seat. She rolled down the window and stuck her head out to observe the area. The strong stench of piss immediately wavered towards her nostrils causing her to scrunch them.

She felt a sense of nostalgia seeing the run down estate. Broken alcohol bottles and ciggratte stubs littered the corners of nearly all the streets. Windows of almost every house was either smashed or covered in newspaper. Walls were decorated with graffitis, some more amateur than the others.

The area spoke of poverty, danger and trouble. Minsun was very familiar with the feeling. Min Yoongi also lived in an area similar to the one she was looking at. 

"You can get out now, Miss," said the taxi driver, looking back at her. He handed her a crumpled piece of paper with her new address written on it. Then he gave her the key to her door.

Within the next few minutes, Minsun had gotten out and the car had sped away, leaving her on the empty street. She looked up at the dark sky. The fact that she was just outside the city and the street lights in the area hardly working meant that she could enjoy the stars.

She couldn't even recall the last time she saw them. She had lost track of time. As she continued to admire the bright specks above, she suddenly felt as if maybe there still was something positive to life. 

"Who am I kidding," she said, letting out a dry laugh.

Minsun made her way towards a block of flats, clutching her bag and her door key in her other hand. Her flat was small but much more spacious than the rooftop house she still slightly remembered. It was scarce inside but anything was going to be better than her cell from prison.

The first thing she did was search the house for a pair of scissors. After opening almost every cabinet door and drawer, she found one in the kitchen. She took it to the bathroom with her towel.

She took a nice warm shower, another thing she hadn't experienced for more than nine years. As she stood in the bath tub, she grabbed the scissors again and began to carelessly chop her hair. Wet chunks fell in the tub and snaked down the stream of water before collecting in the drain.

Minsun wiped the condensation on the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair that once sat in knots on her back was now all the way above her shoulders. It framed her jaws that were more prominent than ever due to her lack of attention to her diet.

The next few weeks, Minsun awkwardly tried to get back into living in the outside world. She noticed how much she had missed out on. There was so much change around her, from technology to fashion that she had no knowledge about. However, she couldn't dwell on those details because she had places to go and things to do. 

The first thing she had to do was get a job. But she soon came to a realisation at just how famous her name had become to the country. No one was willing to hire her even though she was incarcerated. Eventually she changed her name.

She looked down at the document that confirmed her new name, Chung Minah. Then she looked at her reflection on the shop window.

"Hello, my name is Chung Minah," she practised, bowing with a strained smile on her face. She let out a frustrated sigh at her pathetic attempt to smile.

Somehow, eventually Minah managed to land herself a job working in a supermarket and another working as a bartender. She spent the next six months, working as much as she could. Then with her hard-earned money which she had been saving, she signed up to her local gym, to a boxing class and a rock climbing class. 

Minah was determined to improve her body, to become stronger and faster. That was the first step in reaching her goal. Her one dying wish.

To kill Blue with her own hands.

A/N: Decided to feautre Go Joon Hee as Chung Minsun/Minah, not only cause she my celeb crush lol but because thats how I picture the character. And by the way, any character I have from real life like the bts members, their ages here won't match with their actual age. It's all completely fictional.