I look at the massive black, rusty fence in front of me.
It took me three hours to find this place.
First I sneaked into the computer room at school and looked up every Junkyard in Guro-Gu.There were five, but only four of them had working numbers and homepages.
The other one was only mentioned in an article from a few years ago, saying the owner died and the property was resold.To whom, it didn't say, but I immediately knew it must be the place I was looking for.
Then it took me over an hour with the bus to get here.
It's safe to say I was one of the only ones in the bus, only sharing it with a stranger dressed in black, sleeping in the back.
I walk up to the massive black gate and take a look inside- only to find exactly what to expect of an abandoned Junkyard- nothing but rotting metal and junk, wasting away in the hot sun.
Overgrowth and weed already swallows up the lying around garbage and a massive wall of broken, crushed cars shoots up into the sky.
No matter how hard I shake at the gate though, it doesn't budge, so I walk around the entire place, looking for another way in.There isn't one.
There is only the massive fence, then the stacks of cars, mocking me.I end up at the gate again and hit it in frustration, letting out an angry scream.
I'd come this far, only to be stopped by some metal bars?
I don't think so!Without thinking it over, I take off my backpack and use all my strength to throw it over the gate.
Then I start climbing.
The bars are slippery and don't offer much hold but I won't let it stop me.
I can't, the desperation burning through my body, cancelling out reasonable thought.
By the time I make it to the half-point, I'm sweating and my muscles are trembling but I push on nonetheless.The sun burns my back and the top of my head, but I finally make it to the top.
Looking down I know that one slip will end up in broken bones and bruises.
I try not to think about as I make the descend, thankfully finding it much easier than climbing up.I land on dusty, dry earth and breath heavily as I wipe the sweat from my forehead.
"You don't get to ignore me," I grind out through blazing nostrils, reminding myself of why I'm doing this.
I grab my backpack and start exploring the place.
I follow the stacked cars all the way to the left, only to reach a dead end.
Then I turn around and do the same on the right side.
That's when I find the cars.Oh, I'm definitly at the right place.
It's not the SUV's or Pick-Up trucks or any other of the usual cars that gives it away.
It's the Porsche, Ferrari and the Tesla which can only belong to someone very rich- someone like J-Hope.I grin and inspect them.
I have never been much of a car girl, but perhaps only because my mother finds it abhorrent for a girl to be interested in such manly hobbies.
But now that she is not here to reprimand me and no one else is judging me, I cannot help but admire the sleek build, the shiny exterior and leathery interior.Beautiful.
Powerful.
Utterly stunning.But, I remind myself, I'm not here for cars, as awesome as they might be, so I begin my search, looking all around to find a door or a path that leads behind the wall of stacked cars.
Because if I have gained one thing from walking around this entire place, it's that it's definitely bigger than what I can see now.
A lot bigger.
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