BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Namjoon: 11 April Year 22

What to Look for When Lost
Part 5

As I finished filling up a car and turned around, something brushed against my cheek and fell to the ground. I took a step back to find a crumpled banknote at my feet.

I bent down and reached for it. The people in the car snickered. I was petrified. I knew Seokjin was looking at me from a distance. There was no was I could look into his eyes after this.

What would I do when other rich people came here in their fancy cars with their arrogant sneers? I would stand up to them. I should have already, anyways.

It wasn't a matter of courage, pride or equality. It was just a matter of course.

But this was a gas station, and I was a part-timer. I had to pick up the trash thrown out of car windows. I had to just stand and take all the customer's curses. I had to pick up banknotes when customers threw them on the ground.

After all, I'd lived that way my whole life. And yes, it was mortifying, but I had to endure it. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms.

I didn't lift my eyes. Even when someone picked up the banknote for me. The people in the car groaned now that someone had decided to spoil their fun in having seen me pick it up for myself. I heard them pull away.

They were gone, but, still, I didn't lift my eyes. I could not, would not, meet Seokjin's eyes.

Sure, he already knew how weak I was, but I didn't want him to know the whole truth, just yet, about me.

He stood there silently in front of me, waiting for me to speak first. The funny thing was, he didn't even make a move closer to me. Instead, he stood at a distance, respectfully so.

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