Freedom Call [Kim Taehyung]

🔹🔹Chapter One🔹🔹

It's ironic how you feel most alive when your heart only skips a bit faster than usual.

The feeling I get when the rush is going through my vains and into my bones is intense and i'd do everything to hold that feeling for as long as possible, even if, from time to time, I risk my life doing so...

But what is it worth anyways?

That particular question I ask myself repeditly every day.

And every day I seem to loose track of my answer string only to drift away into the mess, that is my thoughts.

I find myself seated on the edge of one of South Koreas most eligible Casinos, my feet hanging in the dry cold midnight air and my head is tilted towards the nightsky.

I take a deep breath in an close my eyes...

From up here everything seems so clear and carefree, but as soon as I am back down there it's as if I was falling into a deep dark whole, with no start and no beginning, whatsoever.

A small but not so insignificant smirk finds it's way onto my lips. Yes, I tend to smile when most of the situations are the opposite of amusing- I guess thats just how I function...

This time the simple idea of me towering over millions of peoples heads, without them even knowing, conjures up a malicious grin on my face. I stand up and scream, the wind blowing and vanishing my words into the night, at the second:

"You blind fools!"

Suddenly I feel something vibrating in my fanny pack and just as fast as the euphoric feeling came, it also disappeared.

I take my phone out and look at my screen.

Same shit as always... i think to myself, whilst making my way back down.

I know my way around this area even though i'm anything but belonging to this place.

My nightly activities do not make me part of this place after all. Its not like i'd wanted that, anyways...

If I learned anything from the time I spend here, moving around as a shodow, where the so called 'beautiful and rich' hold there beloved dinner party's or negotiate over very important business-deals, it is that I am better of on my own. I am like the wind that sweeps through the streets- People feel my presence, but they don't really take notice of me. Here and there I earn pejorative or bewildered glimpses, but nothing more...

It's not like I'd give a shit about what these people do, honestly- The one thing that makes me generally hate them is the simple fact that they, out of all the people, are the ones hiding the most behind their fake smiles- lying, surpressing and turning everything in their favours is what their good in, but if it comes to empathy or giving back to someone they suddenly consider themselves to be too good for that.

It's not like I am the most endearing person to hang out with as well, but at the same time I'm a total loner, so there's that... I don't like owing people stuff, because I hate to depend on people. Therefore I only trust my self, 'cause that way I can't be disappointed...

While walking straight to the subway through Seouls crowded streets, I put my headphones and my hood on, to block out my surroundings, as I always do and and hope to get through without any incidents.

I live in Guri, a small town in the province of Gyeonggi-do, which is east of Seoul. It's nothing special and to say the least I try to spend as few time as possible there, but in the end i'm tied to this place.

Why you ask?

Let me tell you a bit about myself, while I sit in subway, starring out of the window, my eyes wandering from skyscraper to skyscraper until we reach into the tunnels.

As you probably already found out, I bear hatred against a lot of people, for no particular reason, but I have my background to know what I'm talking about, trust me on that.

My whole life people disappointed me so much so that I started to have no exceptions at all-
I guess to protect myself, because there's is no one there, that would take that burden of caring for me, a 'Freak', on their shoulders...

There is my Foster-dad, if you could call him that at all, and my fat, useless always pissed of 'aunt' that lives together with my 'dad', my 'brother' and me. Happy Family!!!

Another reason for me to always stay outside, for if I show myself around him, he'll beat the crap out of me.
I'm used to being the unwanted one.
My biological parents abandoned me when I was only 5 Years old, I can't really remember anything from before that time.
After that my life became a total chaos, me jumping from foster care to foster care, with no one wanting to adopt that rebellious Child/ Teenager and finally ending up in the black whole that I call my 'home' now.

I could just ran away, but in the end human kind as a species will not change, no matter where you are...