Hidden 8th | BTS

Stage 33

It was midday at the playground where you saw yourself sobbing under the slide. You had accidentally wandered away much further than you had thought while chasing a butterfly while you and your brother were walking towards the park.

And all of the sudden you found yourself in the middle of an unknown playground alone and scared. You didn't really know the way back to your house or the area name at all.

No adult bothered to notice your distraught state and left you standing in the middle of the field.

You at first thought that it was fine, you would be found eventually, and Mommy did always say to stay where you are at if you ever got lost. So you went and played with the swing set. You went to swing in the corner while feeling the air that blew you as you went up and down.

You were smiling at yourself, temporary forgetting that you were lost in the first place. Until you felt someone push you from behind.

You fell face first onto the dirt, bruising your chin and gaining scratches onto your palms.

"Ha! Who told you to come to MY spot? That's what you get for not obeying the rules Dickweed!" you turned your head and saw a much older boy laughing at you.

You quickly stood back up despite the pain from the scratches on your knees, "I'm sorry." You mumbled with your hands grasped together in front of you and your gaze looking at the dirty that you landed on.

Although, you soon had to shield your eyes from the oncoming dirt that was kicked towards you.

"What? Can't hear ya over your grossness! Beat it Dirtbag! This is my spot." The older pushed you once more.

This time you didn't fall down but instead ran away from him. You couldn't help the tears that were flowing out as you ran to the slides, all the while hearing the boy's laughter fading behind you.

"Mommy..." you whimpered, hiding under the shadows of the slide.

I don't like it here. I want Mommy! Where's Mommy?!

You watched as the other kids in the park left with their parents one by one. Even the boy that pushed you had already gone home but you still didn't dare to come out of your hiding spot.

So you waited.

And waited.

Waiting for your mother to come and take you home.

You didn't know how long you waited but judging by how all blood from the scratches and bruises had already dried up, it was probably long.

Yet you didn't do anything but wait.

Mommy never came.

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You woke up with your alarm clock ringing beside you, so you quickly took it and turned off the alarm.

Your face felt damped, and you didn't notice that you were crying until your hand reached up to touch your cheek.

Strange, why were you crying?

You slowly sat up and gazed around the room. The tiny bright light by your window showed the figures in the room. Your gaze shifting towards the mirror that was placed on the wall, showing the reflection of your bed.

You could kind of see another figure sleeping on the bunk bed. You turned your head and could faintly see the outline of Jungkook sleeping, breathing softly with each breath.