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Chronological Order Part 1

Hoseok

23 July, Year 10

~by @doyou_bangtan

As I counted to four, I began to hear the hallucinatory laughter. That next moment, my childhood-self held someone's hand and swept past me. I turned around quickly, but it was my classmates that stared back.

"Hoseok?", the teacher called my name.

Only then did I realize where I was. It was math's class. I was in the process of counting the fruits drawn in my textbook. Five, six. I started counting again, but as the number kept increasing, my voice shook and my hands began to sweat. I kept remembering back to that time.

I could not remember well the face of my mother I had seen that day. I can only remember her passing a chocolate bar to me as we saw the attractions of the amusement park.

"Hoseok, count to ten starting from now, and only then should you open your eyes."

Once I counted and opened my eyes, my mother was not there. I waited and waited but she did not return. Nine was the last number I counted to. I only had to count one more, but my voice would not come out. My ears started ringing and my eyesight became hazy. The teacher motioned for me to keep going. My friends watched me. I could not remember my mother's face well. If I really did count one more, my mother would never come look for me.

And just like that, I collapsed on the floor.

Taehyung

29 December, Year 10

~by @papercrown

I took my shoes off and threw my bag and went into the main room. Dad was really there. I didn't think about how long it had been or where he had gone. I only raced thoughtlessly into his embrace. I don't remember clearly what happened after that. Whether the smell of alcohol came first, or the cursing, or the slap to my cheek. I couldn't know what was going on.

He smelled of alcohol and when he panted his breath was foul. His eyes were bloodshot and his beard was growing wildly. He hit my face with his large hand. He hit me again and asked what I was looking at. Then he lifted me into the air. His scarlet eyes were frightening. I was so terrified I couldn't even cry. This wasn't my father. No, this was my father. But it wasn't. My two feet shook in the open air. In the next moment, my head crashed into the wall and I slumped to the floor. It seemed like my head was exploding. My vision flickered and I blinked a few times. My head was filled only with the harsh sound of my father's breathing.

Jimin

6 April, Year 11

~by @papercrown

I faced the gates of the Flowering Arboretum alone. The weather was gray and a little cold, but I was in a good mood. It was the day of the picnic, but my mom and dad were both busy. I was a little disappointed at first. But at the flower drawing contest I had been praised, and my friends' mothers had said: "Wow, Jimin is so mature."

I had seemed a little cool, then.

"Jimin, wait here. Teacher will come soon."

When the picnic ended, my teacher had asked this, but I hadn't waited. I was confident that I could go by myself. I grasped the straps of my rucksack with both hands and walked maturely. It seemed like others were looking at me, so I spread my shoulders even wider. Quite a while later, it started to rain. My friends and their moms had all left, and no one was looking after me, and my legs hurt. I covered my head with my rucksack and crouched under a tree. The rain started to come down harder, and there was nobody passing by. Eventually, I storied to run through the rain. I didn't see any houses or stores. The place I arrived to was the back gate of the arboretum. The side door was open and through it I could see a storage room of some sort.