Finding My Way
The Truth
Jaemi's POV
Who knows where...
7:00pm
Wherever the hell Yoongi is, it’s surely not that stupid cliche house I ate dinner in. It must be that house Taehyung and I saw earlier. The one where Yoongi was defending it… or something. Where was that again?
The sun is nowhere to be seen and the only thing guiding my way through the streets is the lamp posts and my flashlight on my phone. In my other hand, I hold the jewelry box. My hands are still moist from the pond. It’s time to get answers.
I practically barge into the abandoned house, not knowing the structure of the house, but going in anyways. The floorboards creaked every step I took, even with caution. No signs of life downstairs. Suddenly a rush of fear rose upon me. What if I’m alone…
With a large gulp, I wander up the stairs. This… isn’t like one of those horror movies Jungkook would attempt to show me… right…?
All in one second, the temperature grows colder and someone taps me on the shoulder. Out of fear, my hands shake, causing me to drop my phone on the stairs. I shut my eyes and let out a scream, but my mouth is quickly covered. Next thing I know I’m carried to the top of the stairs and set down into a room. It takes me a while to notice my heavy breathing and I open my eyes.
“Surprise.” Yoongi smiles. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”
He flips a switch and a lamp light turns on. Namjoon walks in a few seconds later, holding my phone in his hand. As calm and casual as ever, he greets me with a “Hey Jaemi.”
I sit myself down on a couch and Namjoon hands me my phone. I hide the box behind me so both Namjoon and Suga don’t see it. Yoongi, who is now standing in front of me, scans me from head to toe. “I see you definitely have something important to tell me since you are barefoot.”
Barefoot? I look at my own feet. Cuts. Bruises. I guess it’s my adrenaline.
“Namjoon-ah. Would you mind running to the convenience store for some bandages and medical care?” Yoongi gives the you-must glare and Namjoon nods.
“Sure thing. It’ll be a while. Nearest one is about a 45 minute walk.” Without looking back, Namjoon leaves the room and Yoongi closes the door after him.
He takes a deep breath before turning towards me. In a cabinet, he pulls out a first aid kit. I open my mouth, confused, but he speaks before I can. “I knew you wouldn’t say anything if he was here.”
Unexpectedly I find myself blushing as he bends down to tend my wounds. His touch is gentle, and soft. He’s quiet, expecting me to say something. I urge to… but I wait and question myself. Does he know about these photos? Photos of him and Taehyung as a family? What if I show him something I’m not supposed to… these were buried for a reason.
My heart starts racing. The only thing I bring myself to do is show him. I grab the jewelry box and set it on my lap. His eyes gaze at the box, but his hands continue to wrap my wounds. “I found this.”
“A jewelry box?” Yoongi chuckles. “You came all the way here to show me a jewelry box?”
I blink my eyes in confusion, reverting from Yoongi to the box. “You’ve never seen this before?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Surprised to think that you-”
I open the box and pull out the photos, showing them to him right in the face. At the same time, he stops talking and finishes tending my wound. He blinks twice before sitting himself comfortably in front of me.
“Wh-where did-” He clears his raspy throat, but his voice still comes out weak. “Where did you find this?”
Like I stated before… there is a side of Yoongi only I can see… and it’s not rude, mean, playful… it’s real.
Tears stroll down his face before he even reaches for a photo to look at. I attempt to say a sentence, a word even, but my mouth runs dry. My heart only aches to see him in such pain.
“I remember these memories like they were yesterday.” Yoongi says, both crying and laughing. “Oh god, those were the days.”
Part of me knows I need to ask him about his relationship with Taehyung, but I know he deserves a moment to himself… staring at the photos filled with memories of Daegu. I can only imagine what happened there. What Jimin and Jungkook did. Unforgivable. Especially Jungkook.
Yoongi monologues to me about the times with himself and Taehyung. It gets to the point where I’m on the floor with him, willingly holding him in my arms. He faint cries are muffled into my chest as I stroke his back. “Is it too much to ask what happened?”
Yoongi cocks his head to the side to break and rest on my shoulder.
“You know, Jungkook, Jimin and I didn’t first meet two years ago. We met in Daegu 2008.” My heart starts racing again. Daegu. “But it was only the summertime those years ago when I found out it was them who caused that accident.”
“What accident?” I question, knowing the answer already from my talk with Jimin earlier.
“Taehyung is my younger brother. My name is not Min Yoongi. It is Kim Yoongi. Kim Taehyung and Kim Yoongi. We had an older sister as well. But she was away, studying in Seoul. One day, we met Jimin and Jungkook…”
-Flashback-
Kim Yoongi’s POV
Daegu 2008
“Taehyung-ah! Get the ball!” I shouted towards him. We were at our town’s high school soccer field. Our parents weren’t far, they were discussing some business on one of the bleacher stands. Someday, Taehyung and I will make it to the Seoul Soccer Team and play in the World Cup.
Taehyung came back from retrieving the ball panting. “Hyung, next time, don’t kick with so much force! We’re just passing, hyung.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I shrugged and laughed at Taehyung. “You tired from that running? The ball wasn’t too far.”
“I’m out of shape.” Taehyung said in a serious tone, but I continued to laugh. He kicks the ball, but it goes diagonal. Before I’m able to reach it and put it to a stop, another boy puts his foot up to trap the ball. Another boy showed up next to him and along came their parents.
“Annyeong! I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He stated, picking up the ball from his feet. “This is my friend Jimin.”
“Park Jimin.” The other boy introduced himself and Taehyung came in time to bow to them.
“This is Taehyung, and I’m Yoongi.” They definitely aren’t from around here. Their dialect is different than ours.
Our parents showed up seconds later. All of the parents did their “parenty” thing and managed to make a conversation, leaving us four alone.
“So, do you guys play soccer?” Taehyung chuckled with a following smile.
For the next hour and a half, we were playing two-on-two soccer scrimmage. Laughing, screaming from goals, tripping, falling, tumbling, being children. Even though they aren’t from Daegu, they are fun to be with.
“Children! Let’s go have lunch!” My mother called for us.
“C’mon, we’re all going together!” Someone’s father mentioned after.
We raced each other to our parents. Jungkook was the winner and I ended up staying behind to run with Taehyung. It was clear he was struggling. I had to say something to cheer him up. And it did. “I think we’re both out of shape.”
“Hyung.” He punched me lightly as he panted and giggled. “I know you’re only running at this pace for me.”
Our family walked in front of their family. The four of us stayed in the middle of all parents. We were approaching the corner of the block and the sign showed the “WALK” meaning pedestrians could cross the road. Before we came to a stop, a quiet male voice behind us, mumbled something.
Jungkook turned around, taking a step to the side. Next thing I know, I lost my stability, tripping over Jungkook’s foot. My knees scraped drastically against the cemented sidewalk and I let out a whale.
Taehyung came to my aid and the voices from my parents were loud and shocked. They said something about “Jungkook being a careless child” and how he purposely tripped me. Shouting and anger filled the four of our ears. Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of our parents and Taehyung and my back was facing their parents.
As I stood up, I took my parents angle and came off angry. Jungkook and Jimin gave me faces and emotions of guilt and sorrow, but I pushed them anyways. Taehyung stood in the way of them from me, but a new channel of emotions came across me. Something I never felt before. I ended up pushing Taehyung along the ride, causing them to bump into my parents. Before I gave my final push, their parents snatched Jimin and Jungkook away… and before I could stop myself, I shoved them onto the street. My heart slowed down and time almost stopped. I looked for the sign once more, but this time it showed, “STOP.” That, was when I knew, I made the biggest mistake of my life. The sounds of a farming pick up truck hitting my family was unforgettable. I turned away, not able to watch them get hit, but as I did, Jungkook, Jimin, and their family were nowhere to be seen. No witnesses. Nothing.
I was alone… I AM alone. Because of them.
-End-
My mouth was open, jaw dropped. No words came out of my mouth. He was sobbing by the time the story was over, holding the photos close to his chest. “That day I lost my family. But it was a miracle Taehyung survived.”
It takes me a few moments to reply. “How come he doesn’t remember any of this?”
Sniffing, and slowly becoming himself, he answers. “The truck didn’t hit him directly. It only damaged part of his brain. Memory loss.”
“That’s why… he told me you both were from Daegu at the same orphanage. Adopted by Byeol.” I mumble, still caressing his back.
He nods. “That’s what Minji wants him to believe.
”Minji? Ah, that’s right. Byeol’s real name is Kim Minji… Kim Minji?!? Is this a coincidence or-
“Minji is our older sister.”
Who knows where...
7:00pm
Wherever the hell Yoongi is, it’s surely not that stupid cliche house I ate dinner in. It must be that house Taehyung and I saw earlier. The one where Yoongi was defending it… or something. Where was that again?
The sun is nowhere to be seen and the only thing guiding my way through the streets is the lamp posts and my flashlight on my phone. In my other hand, I hold the jewelry box. My hands are still moist from the pond. It’s time to get answers.
I practically barge into the abandoned house, not knowing the structure of the house, but going in anyways. The floorboards creaked every step I took, even with caution. No signs of life downstairs. Suddenly a rush of fear rose upon me. What if I’m alone…
With a large gulp, I wander up the stairs. This… isn’t like one of those horror movies Jungkook would attempt to show me… right…?
All in one second, the temperature grows colder and someone taps me on the shoulder. Out of fear, my hands shake, causing me to drop my phone on the stairs. I shut my eyes and let out a scream, but my mouth is quickly covered. Next thing I know I’m carried to the top of the stairs and set down into a room. It takes me a while to notice my heavy breathing and I open my eyes.
“Surprise.” Yoongi smiles. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”
He flips a switch and a lamp light turns on. Namjoon walks in a few seconds later, holding my phone in his hand. As calm and casual as ever, he greets me with a “Hey Jaemi.”
I sit myself down on a couch and Namjoon hands me my phone. I hide the box behind me so both Namjoon and Suga don’t see it. Yoongi, who is now standing in front of me, scans me from head to toe. “I see you definitely have something important to tell me since you are barefoot.”
Barefoot? I look at my own feet. Cuts. Bruises. I guess it’s my adrenaline.
“Namjoon-ah. Would you mind running to the convenience store for some bandages and medical care?” Yoongi gives the you-must glare and Namjoon nods.
“Sure thing. It’ll be a while. Nearest one is about a 45 minute walk.” Without looking back, Namjoon leaves the room and Yoongi closes the door after him.
He takes a deep breath before turning towards me. In a cabinet, he pulls out a first aid kit. I open my mouth, confused, but he speaks before I can. “I knew you wouldn’t say anything if he was here.”
Unexpectedly I find myself blushing as he bends down to tend my wounds. His touch is gentle, and soft. He’s quiet, expecting me to say something. I urge to… but I wait and question myself. Does he know about these photos? Photos of him and Taehyung as a family? What if I show him something I’m not supposed to… these were buried for a reason.
My heart starts racing. The only thing I bring myself to do is show him. I grab the jewelry box and set it on my lap. His eyes gaze at the box, but his hands continue to wrap my wounds. “I found this.”
“A jewelry box?” Yoongi chuckles. “You came all the way here to show me a jewelry box?”
I blink my eyes in confusion, reverting from Yoongi to the box. “You’ve never seen this before?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Surprised to think that you-”
I open the box and pull out the photos, showing them to him right in the face. At the same time, he stops talking and finishes tending my wound. He blinks twice before sitting himself comfortably in front of me.
“Wh-where did-” He clears his raspy throat, but his voice still comes out weak. “Where did you find this?”
Like I stated before… there is a side of Yoongi only I can see… and it’s not rude, mean, playful… it’s real.
Tears stroll down his face before he even reaches for a photo to look at. I attempt to say a sentence, a word even, but my mouth runs dry. My heart only aches to see him in such pain.
“I remember these memories like they were yesterday.” Yoongi says, both crying and laughing. “Oh god, those were the days.”
Part of me knows I need to ask him about his relationship with Taehyung, but I know he deserves a moment to himself… staring at the photos filled with memories of Daegu. I can only imagine what happened there. What Jimin and Jungkook did. Unforgivable. Especially Jungkook.
Yoongi monologues to me about the times with himself and Taehyung. It gets to the point where I’m on the floor with him, willingly holding him in my arms. He faint cries are muffled into my chest as I stroke his back. “Is it too much to ask what happened?”
Yoongi cocks his head to the side to break and rest on my shoulder.
“You know, Jungkook, Jimin and I didn’t first meet two years ago. We met in Daegu 2008.” My heart starts racing again. Daegu. “But it was only the summertime those years ago when I found out it was them who caused that accident.”
“What accident?” I question, knowing the answer already from my talk with Jimin earlier.
“Taehyung is my younger brother. My name is not Min Yoongi. It is Kim Yoongi. Kim Taehyung and Kim Yoongi. We had an older sister as well. But she was away, studying in Seoul. One day, we met Jimin and Jungkook…”
-Flashback-
Kim Yoongi’s POV
Daegu 2008
“Taehyung-ah! Get the ball!” I shouted towards him. We were at our town’s high school soccer field. Our parents weren’t far, they were discussing some business on one of the bleacher stands. Someday, Taehyung and I will make it to the Seoul Soccer Team and play in the World Cup.
Taehyung came back from retrieving the ball panting. “Hyung, next time, don’t kick with so much force! We’re just passing, hyung.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I shrugged and laughed at Taehyung. “You tired from that running? The ball wasn’t too far.”
“I’m out of shape.” Taehyung said in a serious tone, but I continued to laugh. He kicks the ball, but it goes diagonal. Before I’m able to reach it and put it to a stop, another boy puts his foot up to trap the ball. Another boy showed up next to him and along came their parents.
“Annyeong! I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He stated, picking up the ball from his feet. “This is my friend Jimin.”
“Park Jimin.” The other boy introduced himself and Taehyung came in time to bow to them.
“This is Taehyung, and I’m Yoongi.” They definitely aren’t from around here. Their dialect is different than ours.
Our parents showed up seconds later. All of the parents did their “parenty” thing and managed to make a conversation, leaving us four alone.
“So, do you guys play soccer?” Taehyung chuckled with a following smile.
For the next hour and a half, we were playing two-on-two soccer scrimmage. Laughing, screaming from goals, tripping, falling, tumbling, being children. Even though they aren’t from Daegu, they are fun to be with.
“Children! Let’s go have lunch!” My mother called for us.
“C’mon, we’re all going together!” Someone’s father mentioned after.
We raced each other to our parents. Jungkook was the winner and I ended up staying behind to run with Taehyung. It was clear he was struggling. I had to say something to cheer him up. And it did. “I think we’re both out of shape.”
“Hyung.” He punched me lightly as he panted and giggled. “I know you’re only running at this pace for me.”
Our family walked in front of their family. The four of us stayed in the middle of all parents. We were approaching the corner of the block and the sign showed the “WALK” meaning pedestrians could cross the road. Before we came to a stop, a quiet male voice behind us, mumbled something.
Jungkook turned around, taking a step to the side. Next thing I know, I lost my stability, tripping over Jungkook’s foot. My knees scraped drastically against the cemented sidewalk and I let out a whale.
Taehyung came to my aid and the voices from my parents were loud and shocked. They said something about “Jungkook being a careless child” and how he purposely tripped me. Shouting and anger filled the four of our ears. Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of our parents and Taehyung and my back was facing their parents.
As I stood up, I took my parents angle and came off angry. Jungkook and Jimin gave me faces and emotions of guilt and sorrow, but I pushed them anyways. Taehyung stood in the way of them from me, but a new channel of emotions came across me. Something I never felt before. I ended up pushing Taehyung along the ride, causing them to bump into my parents. Before I gave my final push, their parents snatched Jimin and Jungkook away… and before I could stop myself, I shoved them onto the street. My heart slowed down and time almost stopped. I looked for the sign once more, but this time it showed, “STOP.” That, was when I knew, I made the biggest mistake of my life. The sounds of a farming pick up truck hitting my family was unforgettable. I turned away, not able to watch them get hit, but as I did, Jungkook, Jimin, and their family were nowhere to be seen. No witnesses. Nothing.
I was alone… I AM alone. Because of them.
-End-
My mouth was open, jaw dropped. No words came out of my mouth. He was sobbing by the time the story was over, holding the photos close to his chest. “That day I lost my family. But it was a miracle Taehyung survived.”
It takes me a few moments to reply. “How come he doesn’t remember any of this?”
Sniffing, and slowly becoming himself, he answers. “The truck didn’t hit him directly. It only damaged part of his brain. Memory loss.”
“That’s why… he told me you both were from Daegu at the same orphanage. Adopted by Byeol.” I mumble, still caressing his back.
He nods. “That’s what Minji wants him to believe.
”Minji? Ah, that’s right. Byeol’s real name is Kim Minji… Kim Minji?!? Is this a coincidence or-
“Minji is our older sister.”
Notes
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WOW. it says i haven't update since FOUR MONTHS AGO. I've been meaning to update, really. There is a list of excuses I have, but I'll spare you the boringness of it and just say I will be
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P.S. I'll be going by A.T. now. Inspired by the one and only savage, MIN YOONGIIIII HLFIUDSHFILSJDFSUDHN he's too hot. AGUST DDDDEEEEE.
I'm seriously fangirling it's just-
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