𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.

✗ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ✗

[SeokJins POV]

More memories ran through my head.

When we were all young and full of curiosity. I loved those days, but now we're older and we "know better" according to the adults. 

I believe that we don't know better no matter how old we are.

If you think about it, we're like 5 year old's running into the street to achieve our ball. We just want things and we don't expect a consequence.

I fall back into reality and realize that I'm already at the abandoned train. I open the sliding door to one of the trains carts and enter. 

I turn on the flashlight and begin to look around.

I recognize all the drawings on the floor and walls because my friends and I are the ones that made them.

I start to run my fingers a crossed the drawings remembering every moment I had with them. 

I regret not helping but was it really my fault? My body didn't react fast enough, my body didn't react at all, I felt so frozen. 

I let a tear shed from my eye as my hand dropped from the wall.

I felt a wave of anger flash over my body.

I grabbed the closest thing to me in the train cart and threw it.

I yelled "It wasn't my fault!"

The glass bottle that held alcohol had smashed.
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Just then I felt two hands grab me from behind and hug me.

I collapsed to the floor, "It wasn't my fault.."

I began to cry even harder.

"I know it's not your fault, its no ones fault. You tried your best to save him, we all did." Yoongi says from behind me. 

"Why are you here Yoongi?" I question him.

Yoongi simply answers "I come here for the memories."