Memories of Spring | K.th & K.js

prelude

Spring Day
March 29, 2015

A male wrapped with a thick black hoodie and skinny jeans quickly climed up on this elevated rusty iron bars. He was panting when he reached the top, gazing down at the cold sea with his lifeless dusky eyes.

He let out a deep sigh and serenely closed his eyes, feeling the cold breeze of the wind whipping his pallid cheeks and palms.

After few seconds of stillness, he finally positioned himself preparing this impulsive plan of his.

His feet swiftly brushed the platform, falling down with a slow-motion effect. The desperate boy rested his whole system-sure that he'll cease anytime now.

As the cold underwater enveloped his body, memories from his obnoxious past again lingered in his mind.

"Do you think I wanted you too?! I badly want to abort you before 'cause I know you'll only cause me bad luck!" A lady in her 40's yelled at the face of a vulnerable 17-year-old boy.

"D-Dad c-could I stay-" The hopeless boy was cut off when a 2-year-old kid suddenly bawled behind his father.

"Just a minute." His father turned his back to fetch his younger son. The another son of the man mentally cursed in despair and hastily left the house.

"Welcome to the brotherhood, Taehyung. We treat each one a family here." Kim Nam Joon, the leader of the association he joined patted his shoulder.

Taehyung took a coy peep at each of the members. They all had this little discreet smiles of welcome that made him to finally breathe.

They became Taehyung's family. They did countless of reckless things. He felt eternal happiness within their company, he felt like really having a real family. But in just one snap, the room he painted with bright colors again became dull and gloomy. He was again left alone and trapped in vagueness.

"Hyung..." Fear can be traced from the boy calling his so-called brother on the phone. But to his surprise, the call hung up.

The devastated boy was internally shivering in fear from the continuous deafening screech.

"Wake up!" An unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind before finally losing his consciousness.

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a/n: this is a pure fiction. i used two eras of bangtan here as you notice. this is a short story but will probably have short and slow updates. still, i hope you'll all enjoy 'til the finale. vsoo is life, y'all.