Retelling the Video

Airplane, Agust D, Joke 4

J-Hope's Point of View

I sighed in relief when I sat heavily on my couch. My house was small because I was the only one living there and it was easier to save money I could use for flights. Not that I needed to save money; I had a lot of it, part inherited from a grandfather who had died a while ago and part from the car dealership I owned.

I closed my eyes and thought about that news broadcast. I was curious about both the rapper that had disappeared and the guy sent to the mental institute. Both seemed really interesting and I bet I could get the mental guy out pretty easily. Money was good for getting people to do what you wanted.

I turned the tv on and went to the news channel that had been playing in the airport. The rapper guy and the mental guy were both in the same area, Daegu, while I was in Gwangju. That was about a 2 and half hour flight. This time I would be there longer than a day though. So I went upstairs and packed clothes, setting out an outfit for tomorrow when I finished that. I picked out my Rolling Stones jacket with the white sleeves along with a red t-shirt and some ripped and faded blue jeans. I set out my white and black sneakers with black laces to wear and set my black, red, and white bandana on top of my clothes.

I ate a quick dinner and went to sleep. I woke up and got ready quickly. I put my headphones and phone in my pocket and put my charger in my suitcase. I tucked the bandana into the waistband of my jeans on my left hip and put my wallet in my jeans pocket.

I double checked to make sure everything was ready before I went to my car and headed to the gas station for more gas and some breakfast. I went to the airport after that and bought a ticket to Daegu. I listened to music on my phone for the flight and rented a cheap hotel room near the mental institute.

I dragged my things into the room and decided to visit the institute. I walked in and told the lady that I wanted to walk around and maybe meet some of the patients. She refused at first but she let me after a bit of bribing. She took me to a kind of meeting room where a bunch of people in white clothes were sitting and chatting. I assumed they were patients.

I sat in the corner and watched them. I didn't see the guy from the news though. He was pretty easy to recognize with his haircut and color after all. I waited for the lady to come back and lead me out before asking her where the Rap Monster guy from the news was. She shivered a bit at the mention of him and said he was in a special section reserved for people who were in there for killing or almost killing other people. I nodded and asked how you could get people released from this place. She said that only happened if they behaved for a certain amount of time or their family signed papers, close friends if all close family members were dead. I asked if I could maybe visit him sometime, and she said she would check and see if that was possible. I thanked her and gave her my number so she could contact me if she found something.

When I got back home I researched a bit and found that his parents were dead, he had no aunts or uncles, he was a single child and his grandparents were in America. And most likely didn't know he was even alive and related to them because they had been cut off from his parents for a few years before he was born.

If I could talk to him and convince him to let me get him out of there, I could bring him back to the hotel room. His name was Rap Monster, so he could have been a rapper in the same group as Agust D. I hoped that was the case. I wanted to save both of them, mostly because I had no friends because I travelled so much, even if I didn't stay long before coming back.

I sighed and started thinking about where Agust D could have been taken. I ended up drifting off to sleep and dreaming about being trapped on some moving thing in a straitjacket. I decided that he was somewhere moving from my dream. It had that feel of reality to it. The dreams I had like that always meant something.