Namjoon: 17 December Year 21

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I Must Survive
Part 4

Snow fell heavily when our competition, territorial instincts and strange sense of solidarity all reached their peaks. Then, the competition subsided instantly.

A motor scooter was a must to make deliveries to the village with the rest area, but it was very dangerous to ride a lightweight motorbike along the snow-covered mountainous trail.

The trail that led to the rest area village was steep and winding.
Delivering on foot wasn't an option.

In the end it was a showdown between me and Taehyung.
Taehyung was two years younger and lived on the outskirts of the village near the orchard.

Taehyung wasn't his real name. it was either Jongshik or Jonghun, but he reminded me of Taehyung. He didn't have that silly smile or easily open up to anyone with his gentle, naïve nature. Rather, he always seemed aggressive, angry and discontent.

On the outside he appeared similar to Yoongi, but oddly enough, he reminded me more of Taehyung.

Taehyung and I were the only ones wretchedly poor enough to take the risk and keep making deliveries up to that snow-covered mountain town.

It was the same that day. When yet another order was phoned in and to the eatery. I was roaming around along the stream. No one else had showed up as the weather report forecast heavy snow in the afternoon.

Taehyung appeared a few minutes later. Instead of going into the eatery and chatting as usual, he just flopped down on the ground near the bridge and didn't move.

It was one of those days.  Those days when his face was cut and bruised, those days when his eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were stained with blood.

Was something wrong with him?
Was someone hitting him?

I didn't ask.

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