BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Seokjin: 25 June Year 19

Everything Started from Here
Part 8

No one was in the storage room. We never planned to meet in advance, and somehow we always filled the class without arranging meetings, filled with the murmuring of voices. Such silence was rare.

As I stepped inside, I spotted a potted plant on the windowsill. Who could have brought a plant here? The room was always dark and there wasn't any electricity, and despite the dim light the plant's green leaves seemed even greener in the half-light coming in through the dirty windows.

I took a few photos of the plant with my phone, but as always, I realized just how much photos fall short of capturing what the human eye saw. The photos didn't really turn out well.

When I took a closer look at the plant, I could see the letter 'H' written on the floor, half covered by the pot. I lifted the pot and smiled when I saw 'Hoseok's Plant' scribbled there.

I laughed and repositioned the pot to completely cover Hoseok's writing. I should have known Hoseok would've been one to do such a quirky thing.

I hadn't noticed before, but as I looked around the room, I saw that the window sills were covered with graffiti and doodles. But it wasn't just the window sills. The walls and the ceilings were covered in phrases like 'Admission to college or death!', proposals for unrequited love, dates and countless names that were hardly recognizable.

This storage room must've served as a normal classroom just like any other. It must've seen students file in for classes every morning and leave again in the afternoon.

On back-to-school days, students must've filled this room, which had been empty throughout the months of vacation, chattering in a roar. Some of them must've been punished for being tardy and ditching class, just like us.

Did this classroom see teachers who used violence, endless tests and homework? Were there students who ratted out their friends to the principal?

Suddenly, I wondered if Dad's name was on the wall. Dad also graduated from this school. He believed it added to the prestige of our family to attend the same high school and university from generation to generation.

I browsed each and every name on the wall and finally found his name among those written on the middle wall to the left.

Underneath his name it read:
Everything Started from Here

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