BTS - Seven Housemate

21; Found You

This is a flashback~ As you all now, BOLD is Korean. ITALIC is Italic. Normal is Eng

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I got up and walk away. It's raining yet all I could think is Jimin. My little brother. The only family that I have.

Mom died when Jimin's born, dad remarried when I was 6 while Jimin's still 5 months. At first, I'm alright with the marriage. She treats us like her own child, until one day when dad has to go to US because of his job.

Yes, to US. We were born in South Korea, our dad married my Korean mother. He then remarried a America woman.

One day, we got a phone call from dad's company. They said that dad died in a car accident. The first month, she started to hit me whenever I didn't do the house chores or late to put Jimin to sleep.

Then I forced to drop out of my kindergarten, she started to bring men in our house, she also started to hit Jimin whenever he cried. I always take care of Jimin and her, especially whenever she drunk.

It's not that I hate taking care of my little angel, I just hate how she turned into something else. She started drinking, smoking and sometimes I saw some white sand near her bedside table.

I never ask her what that was.

Right now, I walk to a park near and sat in the slide's tunnel. It's 13 October means that Jimin is 1 year old. The scary witch take Jimin with her, then they moved to the US together with her boyfriend.

She sold me to some bad guy, I managed to escape from him. Yet I didn't know where she moved so I keep wonder around our old house.

This may sound dirty, I don't have money to buy food. So I can only eat left food they throw in the trash.

At night, I would sleep in this tunnel. I hate the dark alley? Yeah, that place! Many bad old men and women walk there, some even sleep there.

So I decided to make this tunnel as my home! I want to search for a job so that I can save money to buy a house where Jimin and I can sleep and cuddle!

>Time Skip>>

It's morning! My morning routine is to watch the customers in this one cafe. Many people go in there every morning and sometimes dump their warm left bread in the trash.

Of course, I would pick it quickly after they walk away. I don't want them to take it from me when they see me eating it.

Just in cue, a man put a paper bag in front of me. I look at the man and tilted my head.

"See you."

He gives me a small smile before he walks away. I stare at the paper bag before opening it slowly. In it, there had 2 puffy moon-shaped bread. I hold it closer to my chest as I stand up and run after the man.

"Sir! This is yours!"

I quickly run through the crowd and see him getting in a black car.

"Sir!!!"

He stops and turns to me. I hand him his food back.

"What is this for?"

I frowned. He can speak Korean yet his pronunciation were so.. weird

"It's yours?"

He stares at me for a second before he laughs so loud. He pulled my stretch arms into his hold and spins me.

"My boy, looks like you need to come with me!"

I look at him like he some kind of crazy person like the witch. Yes, I do know English. I'm not that dumb. He gets inside the car with me, I squirm a little begging that he would let me go.