Bad At Being Good (GABB) // VKOOK fanfic.

- 프롤로그.

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎.

                  The sound of objects clattering against a brick wall stirred the night life that became the monarch of the city. That said object was nothing but a pair of dice that led to many abrupt conversations through the lips of those who watched the dice turn uninterrupted while their hands were filled with bills of different status. It was like a ritual. Most left with furrowed brows and less money in their pockets, while one person left with an artful grin and more money than he came in with. It was based off luck, yet one person seemed too lucky. And as the game finally came to an end at the sound of blaring and flamboyant sirens, feet could be heard pattering against the graveled rock and pavement. Taehyung was running. His calloused hands held up his pants that allowed him to finally regret not investing in a belt. The sound of rattling metal was the only hint that he had just hopped over a fence. He was out of breathe, but the stinging sensation that formulated against his throat felt good. This is why he lived for this lifestyle. He enjoyed the thrill and all the 'what if's' that came from doing something illegal. And he wanted more.

He was an orphan, so to speak. He lived in a foster home with many other kids who were his age or younger. He soon came to the conclusion that he would never be adopted for adults were looking for toddlers, not puberty-stricken seventeen year olds. He had been in this foster home for as long as he could remember. He supposed his parents couldn't take care of him, or they just didn't want to. Either or, he didn't care. He didn't know them and they didn't know him.

    The foster home was old, so damn old. The owners' of the building hadn't renovated the place in years and he wondered how it was appropriate to still have kids lounging about, sleeping, and eating. But he supposed the government simply overlooked it, just how they overlooked everything else. He was broke, and the city he lived in wasn't convenient for the poor, so he held no expectations. People stopped looking for kids to adopt. Or maybe they stopped coming by the foster home; the exterior of the place being the only reasonable solution as to why. The owners' were oldies, around the ages of seventy or eighty and Taehyung wondered what would happen once they hit their caskets. He was sure the government would close-off the building. And his time seemed slim. The oldies weren't capable of doing much things anymore and Taehyung didn't care enough to help. He was young and entitled, despite his living arrangements. He believed he deserved more and he made it his motto to never accept anything less. In other words, he hated the place and he couldn't wait to leave.

The grass was burnt, yellow and dry. The waist-length fence that encases the building and the little property they had was rusted and was falling apart. The building looked tattered, the paint of the three-story building ceremoniously fading due to old age. Charity toys were all over the yard and the mailbox that stood adjacent to a black cat that some of the kids liked to feed was leaning drastically to the left. And the inside was no better. Most of the kids didn't clean up after themselves and others simply refused to. The oldies tried to do their best to keep the house looking somewhat decent, but their lasting years refused to allow them. Through gossiping teens, he found out that the oldies were in a relationship for forty years. Supposedly, the woman couldn't produce kids and the man used to be an orphan himself, so they began to foster kids for their own personal reasons. The man could help those who didn't have a home and the woman could be surrounded with kids that she couldn't have. It seemed to have worked for them, but now that their age is ridiculing them, it has become so easily for them to forget their purpose. They have to worry about their own lives now. The more older orphans who became hopeless romantics due to their love story helped around the house, but handling so many kids took so much strength. No matter how many times they would clean, there would be a mess somewhere else. They too grew tired of doing all of the chores.

Taehyung hated the place, loathed it. He would run away if he could, but there was someone keeping him there. Someone who seemed to have a more optimistic outlook on life and he seemed to adore how it would always contrast against his pessimistic tendencies, so he stayed.

He made him stay.