BTS: HYYH The Notes (Complete ENG)

Hoseok

20 May Year 22

I went to the officer's office with Taehyung. "You've worked hard." I said firmly with my head bowed, I wasn't in the mood. The police station was not so far from Taehyung's house. If he lived farther away, would Taehyung still have to go to the police station so often? Why did Taehyung's parents chose to live so close to the police station? The world was so unfair to this stupidly nice and gentle kid. I wrapped my arms around Taehyung's shoulder and asked him if he was hungry. I pretended like nothing happened. Taehyung shook his head. I asked "Did the police officers buy you food?" But Taehyung didn't answer.

We walked in the sun. A cold wind blew, questions ran in my mind. How does he feel when he feel that way? How many times did he have his heart torn and broken? Is there still hope left in him? How much pain is there in his heart? I couldn't face him, so I looked up at the cloudy sky. An airplane was passing by. The first time I saw wounds on Taehyung's back was when I met him at Namjoon's trailer. I didn't open my mouth to Taehyung, who was laughing about getting a t-shirt, but a part of my heart collapsed with a thud.

I had no parents. There was no memory of my father, and my mother was only there until I was 7. The wounds of family and childhood were not good compared to anyone. People say, you have to get over it, you have to accept it and get used to it. That's the only way to live if you have to make up and forgive. It's not that I don't know. I am not denying it because I don't like it. Some things are not achieved by trying. Nobody told me how. The world gave new wounds before the old ones healed. But no one is without a wound. But why do you need such a deep wound? Why is it necessary? Why do these things happen?

"Hyung. It's okay. I can go alone." Taehyung said at the crossroads. "I know, jerk." I walked forward regardless. "It's really okay. See. I'm fine." Taehyung tightened his smile. I didn't answer. It was too good to be true (he couldn't be fine). It was not going to be okay. It's not good and I cannot stand it if I admit it. He was turning away. That has become his habit.

Taehyung began with his hoodie overturned and I followed him. "You're not really hungry, are you?" We came to the path leading to Taehyung's house. Taehyung nodded as he smiled foolishly. I turned back after he walked down the path. The path he was walking and the path I walked were narrow and desolate. Him and I were both alone. I tried to look back when suddenly my phone rang.