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[67]

[Jimin]

In the passenger seat of Taehyung's car, my legs wouldn't stop shaking in anticipation.

I'm going to see my Byeol. She doesn't know she's mine yet but, she is. I giggled at my possessive thoughts and was actually surprised that I had something that was mine, "How did you find her in this huge city without my help? I'm the only one who knows her scent."

Taehyung was quiet. I turned to the back and politely smiled at Jennie, "Do you know?"

She nodded with her usual cold expression on her face, "The beta male, Kim Namjoon, aided us by providing-"

"Jennie." Taehyung seethed from the front seat but it didn't seem to faze Jennie too much. She just kept quiet and picked at her cuticles. His tone frightened me so I looked out of the window most of the ride, making shapes with the clouds and counting the trees as they pass by in huddled clusters.

I rolled down the window and stuck my hand out of it, the cool air zooming through my spread fingers. The air fluffed around my hair playfully and I giggled as the blonde strands tickled the tip of my nose. The air pressure died down and the car had stopped so I rolled down the window and a stale expression was now on my face from the setting. We were in front of a dark building with a dark cloud that seemed to loom over this place respectively. It was two story with Christmas wreaths on every window but that didn't seem to lessen the apathetic aura about the house.

Byeol is staying here?

"Where are we?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the bland building that almost triggered something within me.

"Home for unregistered and unwanted. We best hope that Byeol is still here."

I nodded, already knowing that Byeol had to be in a place like this. A barren place that seemed to weigh down on your shoulders every time you eye it, which was a perfect home for unregistered people.

Unregistered people are explained by the name, but they're people who weren't registered in with the government at birth (which is against the law). At birth, you have a gender and a blood type and those two things define your life and how you live it. Most unregistered people are omegas since they're considered "distasteful" in society, but it's not limited to just them. Abortions aren't tolerated in our society, so if you don't want your child and you don't have the decency to register it, you've doomed them for forever. Unregistered people can't get jobs, get married, have legal children, and are doomed to a dreadful fate with nothing but death.

"You are born into our society, so only our society can take you out" is a common form of propaganda passed around the towns. They're usually gathered into these small buildings in the countryside until the government comes and.. "cleanses" them until they're pure. And it's all in the name of Luna.

"Let's go inside." Said Taehyung with a blank stare directed at the white building as he took steps towards it.

I followed behind and Jennie trailed the both of us quietly. We followed the dirt path up to the front door and Taehyung used the large, black knocker to sound his presence throughout the small house.

Not even five seconds after, the door opened wide with a relatively tall woman staring back at us with a stern expression, "Yes?"

Her voice was curt and sharp, rudely directed at us like knives but Taehyung held his ground, "I called you earlier about a small child."

"Mr. Kim?" She questioned, her hands behind her back and her black, graying hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Yes ma'am." Taehyung replied in the same tone to assert his dominance in the conversation.

The woman was silent for a moment before smiling, revealing her yellow, chipped teeth that had grime in between each tooth, "Follow me please."

She turned over her shoulder and walked into the house, her heels clicking harshly on the wooden floors. There was a long hallway and doors on each side, just like the place.. the place where I..

"It should be here." The woman stopped in front of a random door and grabbed the golden doorknob, twisting it slowly. Once she opened it, there laid a small girl on the wooden floor with pale skin. The room was barren and dark, but her eyes were wide open and peered into the darkness as if the door hadn't been opened. I knew this was Byeol, I knew it. But she looked nothing like how she did the previous weeks before. She's been going through the "cleansing" treatment and the "fasting" treatment to become pure.

Her hair was in a curt bob and her white cheeks dipped into her face, "My Byeol..."

Once she heard my voice, she slowly pushed herself up from the floor and turned her neck slowly to look up at me, "You're that.. man."

I nodded and smile, happy to see that she's alive and well, "Yes, my Byeol."

I knelt down and spread my arms wide, ready for her to jump into them lovingly. She pushed herself up some more and slowly walked towards me, her legs shaking as she did so. The space between her legs was so large that you could fit a whole cup in between them without touching her thighs. I knew that she was suffering from malnutrition, but it's just gotten worse and worse.

She was literally starving to death with every second that passed.

Her arms were stretched out in front of her to keep her balance but I patiently waited for her to fall into my arms. Once she made it all the way to me, she let my arms wrap around her small, bony body. Her head rested in the crook of my neck, taking in my scent, "You're here."

I nodded and smiled sadly at her situation, "Yes, I'm here, Byeol. I'm here for you."

She laughed, her small chest shaking subtly, "Yay.."

Her body was cold and lanky, and I felt as if I could break her if I squeezed too hard.

"Oh, my Byeol, I'm so, so sorry." I apologized, my voice breaking as the words were coughed out.

"Am I Byeol?" She asked weakly in my arms, grabbing the back of my shirt and squeezing it in the palm of her hand.

"Yes. You're Byeol." I reassured, gently pushing her closer and closer to me.

She chuckled and the grip on my shirt was weakening, "I'm.. Byeol."

I nodded, tear droplets rolling down my cheeks one by one, "You are Byeol."

It was silent, "Byeol's hungry."

I nodded, knowing that her feeling was beyond simple hunger, "I'm really hungry, mister."

I chuckled and the tears rolled even faster, her grip almost completely gone, "Call me Jimin."

"I'm really hungry.. Ji.. m.."

Byeol?

"Byeol?" I called sweetly, wanting to hear her voice.

"Yo-You're hungry, right? Let's go get some tteokbokki!" I rubbed her back to wake her.

A large hand touched my shoulder, "Jimin, she's-"

"It's pretty spicy, but it's still really delicious. It's one of my f-favorite foods. Let's eat together... Byeol."

My poor, poor Byeol.

[author's notes]

Okay. Umm, well I'm crying.

Not even gonna try to hide it.

I actually got pretty attached to Byeol because I did originally want to have a whole role for her, but I thought that this would aid Jimin's character development greatly so it just had to be done.

*wipes tears away*

But I based Byeol off of some cute little children that I found on the internet. Here's a few.

These girls mashed up together would be Byeol if she ended up healthy.

So don't forget our Byeol:) rest peacefully.

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