Retelling the Video

Beautiful 5

Wonho's Point of View

I found myself in a kind of storage room when I walked out of the smoke. Locked doors were all over the walls and there was a thing of lockers in the middle of the back half of the room, shaped like a diamond with one point turned facing the door.

I walked past the lockers, seeing if I could find anything familiar. A number on one of the lockers caught my eye. Number 5-14. I grabbed the handle, just to see if it was maybe unlocked. It wasn't. I sighed and started looking around for a key somewhere. I found it laying on the ground. It looked pretty plain, engraved with the numbers 5-14. 

I walked back over to the locker and slid the key into. I swung the little door open and let go of the door. I reached my hand in, and grabbed the edge of what felt like a metal tray. I pulled it out as saw that it was a tray, with an inkwell, a metal quill, and a rolled up piece of paper tied with a little bow on it. I set the tray on the ledge of the middle group of lockers and closed the locker door.

I sat on the floor and pulled the tray down and set it next to me on the ground. I untied the bow and opened up the rolled paper. It had words on it.

I'm burning the City Hall down. I'm doing it with it without your help... We have to keep him safe... Build this machine, you have too... We have to run, its more fun that way...

I stared at the words on the paper. These were all things people had told me in the past. I couldn't remember in what happening, but I knew these things had been said to me. And I had accepted them without bothering to argue at all. It was like I had no free will and I was only able to do what I was told. It hurt when I realized that.

I opened the inkwell and grabbed the quill. I took a moment to think before I wrote, I have my own opinions and thoughts. I'm not a mindless robot that only does what it's told. I will do what I wish from now on, and I will not let others tell me what to do. I will decide what is right and wrong on my own. I am Shin Hoseok. I am Wonho, and no one will tell me what to do any longer. I make my own decisions.

I pinned it to the lockers by shoving some protruding metal pieces through the corners of the paper. I drew random designs on my hands with the ink and quill as I sat against the middle locker section and waited for the door to open.

Jooheon's Point of View

Wonho's door opened and I could almost see through the darkness at the end of the hallway. Kihyun was the last one to still have his door closed. I waved at Wonho from behind the door he saw as closed and he waved back with a small smile on his face.

I looked into Kihyun's window, but I couldn't tell what he was doing and I was too fidgety to stand there and watch. So I went back to the pile of rope and hummed that random tune I hummed when I was alone here. It helped me to stay calmer. I was really nervous now that Kihyun was the only one left. I was worried he wouldn't learn his lesson and we would never get out.

I anxiously watched his door and the darkness at the end of the hall, hoping desperately that he would learn what he needed to.