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Seokjin:
Ever since Seokjin remembered, he was alone.
Alone in this room. Well, he was not entirely alone, he had many birds, but they all died over the years.
He also had parents, and many people who admired him.
You see, Seokjin was handsome. Very handsome. (world wide handsome lool)
His parents were rich and he lived in a mansion his whole life. No friends, because nobody "meets his standards" as his parents often said.
And because of that, he was lonely.
Everyone that he knew was either employed or related with his parents. His private teachers, his maids, his cousins, his aunts, the cook etc.
Seokjin liked the cook the most. He was nice.
Geonwu, as he was called, was the closest thing the young man had to a friend. Even though he was good 20 years older than him, he taught Seokjin how to cook and occasionally played games like chess or other board games with him.
Geonwu was also the one that taught Seokjin how to lie. And how to flirt so that he would get good grades. And how to defend himself.
And how to run away.
Running away from home, if you could even call it by that name, was always Seokins biggest dream.
Just leaving everything behind. Every expectation, every tiny thing about his perfect life in his perfect home with his perfect parents.
So he ran.
Away from his cursed past life.
Away from unhappyness towards a hopefully brighter future.
Turns out the life outside everything he had ever known before was not as great as he thought it was.
Even though Jin, as he now called himself, had taken lots of money from his parents over the years, he couldn't live on his own.
He never had to wash clothes, or work.
To put it simple: life was difficult.
Seoul, where he finally went to, was dirty, loud, and full of people.
But Jin absolutely loved it.
He was never so happy. Never.
He could do what he wanted.
Listen to music, dance, scream, wear "ugly" clothes.
He could do it all.
He was happy.
Namjoon:
Namjoon was always happy. He lived next to the sea his favorite place in the whole wide world.
He loved his sister and his parents. Although he had no real friends he was still happy.
He loved his life.
That's the keyword.
Loved.
Then, one nice summer day, when he was 12 years old, something bad happened.
He was at the sea, as usual around this time. Just going through the water, looking for some crabs,
Then he had a great idea to dive to the ground of the sea and search for some even more exiting things.
Just as he reached the ground, Namjoon suddenly felt the water become wilder and wilder.
He tried to go back to the surface, but the pressure was to hard.
The boy swam as if his life depended on it. Well, it did.
Even though he used all his strength, which wasn't that much, because his noodle limbs, as his sister had lovingly dubbed them, were too long for his body and he couldn't control them that well.
He was very clumsy.
Anyways, he couldn't reach air.
His lungs filled with water and everything went dark.
Thankfully his father saw him go under the water and pulled his child up when he noticed that even Namjoon, who could dive very long, wouldn't be able to hold his breath anymore.
He found the boy floating unconscious a few meters over the ground.
The hospital did everything they could, and in the end they made Namjoon heal and he was just like he was before "the incident"
Well. There was one exception.
He had panic attacks now. And nightmares.
When he was 18 years old, it had gotten so bad that he couldn't stay at his childhood home anymore.
He loved his family, but he just couldn't do it anymore.
So he left their small village after he graduated and went to Seoul.
He had two jobs which bare kept him alive, but he was happier than he was before.
Here, nobody knew him as the weird kid who almost drowned.
He was just Kim Namjoon, another face in the sea of millions of faces in the capital of South Korea.
Yoongi:
Yoongi was alone ever since he was 15 years old. His parents died when he was a baby and he just couldn't stay at the orphanage.
The kids were brutal. One foreigner named Alex made his life especially hard.
Alex had destroyed everything he owned. Well.
He didn't touch one thing because if he would, Yoongi would kill him.
His dad's lighter.
The only reminder he had of his parents besides a few memories of his childhood.
After anotger beating, courtesy of Alex and his Friends, he packed his belongings into one bag and just left.
Away from everything.
From the bullies.
From the orphanage.
Into the capital.
Seoul.
Yoongi had lived on the street since then.
As it turns out, he was very good at surviving. He could steal pretty good and had a knife and his fierce eyes and behavior had given him a reputation.
He was muja.
The name came from the word "mujabihan" which meant ruthless.
And he was. Nobody who was homeless or poor in Seoul didn't know his name. Well, his nickname.
Nobody called him Min Yoongi anymore.
Sometimes he missed the sound of his name.
But most of the time he was just glad that he was as respected as he was.
The young man had no problem with his lifestyle.
Quite the opposite.
He loved it. He was free, could do everything he wanted.
Nobody called him out, nobody bullied him.
He loved it.
But he also hated it. The winters were cold, the summers were hot and everything in between was rain.
So here he was, shivering at his usual sleep spot with nothing but a thin blanket in the middle of January.
Suddenly, a shadow approached him.
A man stood before Yoongi.
"I've heard a lot about you, Min Yoongi"
Yoongi flinched. Nobody had called him by this name since he left the orphanage.
"What do you want, Stranger?"
"I want you to come with me, Min Yoongi. You'll fit in perfectly"
"Who are you?" whispered the younger "and how do you know my name?"
The man just grinned and said back "You'll get to know me soon, Yoongi. Just wait."
TBC