rebel scum

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〖 首先 〗

KIM NAMJOON had grown up in what was known as a utopian society. he was a good boy. he followed the laws religiously and always reported anyone who broke them. he was the perfect, law abiding citizen of new korea. he had been an orphan and adopted by a wealthy family at a young age. he was a man who was very in touch with his feelings, which was nothing bad, but it had always made him a target for bullying. others at his all boys private school would call him homophobic slurs if his gaze lingered even a second too long on one of the students. when the boy returned home one day, all bruised up, his adopted parents withdrew him from school. of course not without suing the boys' families and the school. they decided it was best to shield the boy from the hardships of life and homeschooled him. he hadn't been allowed to leave his adopted family's esate, (it wasn't much of a bummer for namjoon as the estate was quite big due to the fact that his family was loaded), until the age of 20. but today, his parents had given him the freedom to explore, with the promise of not staying home too late. of course, that all went to shit the moment he walked out the door.

namjoon's face was displayed on every monitor in new korea with the words WANTED smacked right next to his name and id number. the poor boy didn't understand how on earth the government wanted him or why. he couldn't recall any law that he could have broken. and even if he wanted to break one, he wouldn't be stupid enough to go through with it. especially with how harsh new korea's punishments were, depending on the violation. he clutched his sweaty hands as he tried his best to remain concealed in the darkness of an isolated alley. bright red and blue illuminating the alley slightly as a police car passed by. namjoon hoped he wasn't seen. he was already stuck in a dead end, the last thing he needed was to be found in a very inconvenient position. that was until the car came to a halt, a young police officer who couldn't have been older than 25 stepped out of the vehicle.

the man then proceeded to pull put a flashlight as he searched the alley. namjoon held his breath as the man walked passed the corner he was hidden in, the light completely missing his location. he let out a loud sigh of relief and his eyes immediately widened the moment the officer twirled back around.

"hey, who's there?" the officer yelled as he pulled his handgun from
his holster and pointing the light in all directions where he knew he had heard something.

"fuck," muttered namjoon. getting up from his hiding place with his arms raised, the blinding flashlight being aimed at his face. his tears fell from his face as the armed officer put away his weapon and flashlight to handcuff him and pat him down. namjoon didn't resist, instead uttering soft spoken words claiming his innocence as his body was pushed into the car. he thought he'd at least get a fair trial for not having a criminal record, but no, there was nothing planned to somehow save him from whatever sentence they wanted to give him.

the car passed by the small cities close to the walls, the neighborhoods looking more and more unsafe the closer he got to them. a horrible feeling of uneasiness settled in the pit of namjoon's stomach.

"sir, where are you taking me?" namjoon asked in panic. the police officer in the drivers seat eyed him through the rear view mirror. it was evident, from the look of the man's eyes, that it had been something bad. the police officer said nothing except, "we don't negotiate with terrorists." the comment made namjoon shift in his seat, it had been his first time leaving the house. how was he a terrorist?

namjoon was escorted to the gate that hadn't been opened in months. exile. that was namjoon's punishment. the police officer pulled the tall, fragile male out of his police car. he uncuffed namjoon, and pushed him to the ground. namjoon watched the man look back at him with pure hate in his eyes as the city gates closed, until he entered his vehicle and drove away. leaving him outside of the new korea's comforting walls. namjoon lifted himself from the dirt, wiping his tears as he observed the world outside. it was different but also the same as the interior. bright neon signs illuminated the large, over populated city bordering the new korea's border. tears fell down his soft cheeks, as namjoon held his arms close to his body as he passed by strip clubs and bars. harlots tried speaking to him every other corner he turned, promising a good time, full of pleasure and endless ecstasy. namjoon only looked down, wanting to avoid any unnecessary eye contact that could cause him any sort of problems. his long thin fingers digging into his palms as he passed by a group of men surrounded by a cloud of foul smelling smoke. their dark clothes and jackets made of leather decorated by all sorts of patches with a large print on the back that read "BANGTAN" with a terrifying image of a siren devouring a drowning sailor. a man with black hair noticed namjoon and the way the boy stood out like a sore thumb. his pretty silky white shirt and tight jeans clinging tightly to his lean body along with clean white vans, making the man smirk, knowing well enough that the purple haired man wasn't from the world the raven haired was accustomed to. filling his buddies in on the pretty image in front of them. namjoon paid no notice, looking down as he walked when he suddenly walked into a hard chest. he looked up and horror filled his eyes when he realized who the chest had belonged to.