Hoseok: 25 February Year 22

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Everything changed after I turned  nineteen. I wasn't a ward of the state and I couldn't stay at the orphanage any longer.

I'd saved up money from part time jobs and from the stipend I'd gotten after leaving the system.

It was time to find a place of my own with the money I had. I didn't want to go near the places I'd been while growing up in the orphanage. I went further into the city and found a rooftop room at the end of a street instead. They were cheaper. 

I dragged my suitcase upstairs. It wasn't too heavy because I'd never had much. I'd gotten furniture from the recycling center to fill the apartment. I only had a few clothes and pairs of shoes to pack out. Arranging the apartment wasn't a hassle at all.

It was exhausting though. I'd only been able to rest after it'd  gotten dark outside. It was only February and yet I'd picked up a sweat.

Cold air blew in as I opened the metal door. I went out and leant on the banister, taking in the new view of SongJu.

Now where was the orphanage? I swept my gaze over the river and followed its path to the left. There were so many neon lights in the city that I wasn't able to make out where the orphanage was in the end. I'd have a better chance at spotting it when it was bright outside.

My apartment was really only a room. It was a bit shabby. It didn't get a lot of maintenance either. It was hot as ever in summer and let it cold drafts in winter. But it was mine.

And because it was mine I could do whatever, be whatever I wanted inside it's walls. I had privacy. I could cry and laugh all I wanted with no one around to see me.

I turned back to my apartment. My very own home from this day forward. This place near the sky, above the city and shouted, "let's do well!"

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