Jeon Jungkook

It was gone, it was burned. All your memories were erased in one night. Everything you experienced with your mother and father was now burning and turning to ashes before your eyes. You couldn't do anything. He could do nothing but watch. They didn't let you in. You didn't even remember how you ran when you noticed that crowd in front of your house on your way back from the market. Now, just as you forgot your parents' voices, you would also forget their faces. Everything was in that house. How did it burn? It was impossible. You looked at the men trying to extinguish your burning house. Will they be able to give you back your memories? Can they extinguish the fire inside you, just like they extinguished your house? The complex emotions inside you were eating you up like a worm in an apple.

You fell to your knees when your knees started to shake too much to keep you up. The tears falling from your eyes, the fire inside you, the dagger stuck in your heart. How would all this go? You turned your head back when you felt a hand on your shoulder. A dark-skinned man, dressed the same as the firefighters, was seated next to him. Your surroundings were blurry because of your full irises. The brunette man in front of you started talking as if he noticed the way you were looking at him and felt the need to make an explanation.

"I can understand how sad you are. When I was little, my family died in a fire. It hurt a lot. But I managed to hold on to life."

Why was he telling you these? To ease your pain or because it hurts you? While you were arguing with your inner voice, he started talking again.

"It's getting cold, I don't want to prolong it. Apparently you don't have a place to stay, you can't stay outside because the weather is cold. If you want, you can stay with me temporarily until you find a place to stay."