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dear diary,
we have no one to turn to, no home to run back to nor a thing to defend ourselves with. the snow is slowly melting, hinting the approach of the spring. we've been sticking together for about two months now.
who would've thought...
fortunately for my impatient self, the boys are getting along better now. they decided to throw a welcoming party for jungkook and namjoon, probably thinking this could be their last chance to ever celebrate something.
i can hear the music outside the grange, but i much prefer the quiet scenery of the empty stalls; the scent of the old straw; and the dim lights provided by a lantern hooked on a wall,
all which sets me at peace.
i feel like i should probably tell you a little bit about my new friends, my dear, oh so dear diary.
first, there's jimin.
he's nothing but a big sweetheart. we immediately started to get along when we met. fun fact; i actually met him in the cornfields at the back of this very property, he was stabbed in the abdomen and needed my help.
i learned over time that he has a dark and mysterious side, probably just like the rest of us, but i noticed that he only falls into this state of mind when i'm in danger.
apparently, he used to live with his mother, but she got extremely sick and had to be transferred to the hospital. having to live alone without a stable job, chim chim had to roam around the city day and night, always on the look out for money or meds.
then, I met hoseok. a big sunshine. i found out that his nickname used to be j-hope. i should probably start calling him that more often... but you know what they say, most people smile to hide their pain. turns out that sunshine was beaten up by his parents and it fucked him up so bad that he ran away. he finds it easier to tell people that his parents simply kicked him out. it avoids questions and awkward situations.
his body is literally an open book of his story. each burn, each scab and each calcified bone represents a different anecdote. he can remember the story behind every single one of them, and that honestly scares the crap out of me.
