The Most Beautiful Moment In Life

01. Intro: The Most Beautiful Moment In Life

Present Day.

Jin stands on the beach, arms resting on the hood of his truck as he stares out at the ocean. The bitter wind whips his hair in his eyes and fills his head with the smells of salt and seaweed. You'd never know it's the end of summer. The sky is an anemic gray, the water dull and choppy. Its chaotic churning matches the whirlwind in his stomach. His fingers shake and he can't tell if it's from the cold or the anxiety that seems to pulse through him like a live wire.

He's been gone all summer, doing a program abroad in Japan and he's supposed to start his third year of university in just a couple weeks. But here he is on the beach because they always meet up here. It's tradition. Every summer they mourn/celebrate the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. They spend the day at the beach, goofing off, having a big bonfire and staying out all night. It's always been like this. All seven of them, together every year. Even though they hang out all season, the annual end of summer beach day seems almost like a reunion of sorts.

But after everything that happened...will any of them even show up? Jin feels the blood drain from his face as the terrible thought he's been trying to avoid suddenly appears in his mind. Will anyone not show up?

With a quick clench of his fists, he pushes off his truck and runs his hands through his hair. He's been absent this summer, even before then he was going to school full-time and was really only able to see his friends on the weekends and some holidays. And with how little he saw them, they all seemed worse every time he came around. There was nothing subtle about the change in each of their lives. And nothing he could do to help them. He watched each of them slip further and there was nothing he could do about it.

There was nothing he could do.

With each passing week, the gap between he and the others grew and before too long, he felt like an outsider, a fly on the wall observing rather than being a part of it. And then that whole thing with Yoongi. With Tae and his dad. And Jungkook and Jimin...and Hoseok...

He sucks in a sharp breath, his heart clenching like a cold fist in his ribcage as he stumbles to the cab of his truck and throws the door open. He rummages for a few seconds through the food wrappers and trash on the floor on the passenger side before finding his red notebook. Then he slams the door shut again, drops the journal open on the hood and begins to write.

Do you remember how it used to be? How we fit like a seven piece puzzle? Chaotic and messy on our own but a perfect picture when we were together...