He lost himself in his own thoughts, being brought back to reality by an unfamiliar voice.

“Taehyung?” someone taunted him. He flicked his hands out at the mention of his name. “It’s just me, Taehyung” the owner of the voice tried to calm him down, but it didn’t change anything. He didn’t know who was speaking, and he certainly didn’t know the rest of men behind him.

“Who are you?” Taehyung asked, in a very polite tone.

“You really can’t tell?”  

He tilted his head, trying to figure it out, but he couldn’t tell no matter how hard he kept trying.

“Let me introduce myself” the middle-aged male walked one step forward, and unconsciously, Taehyung took one step back. He held his breath when his eyes found a handgun hidden between the man’s pants. “I am the person who gets the illegal pills for your sick brother” he explained. Taehyung gulped loudly, unable to speak.

“Ca-can I…” Taehyung cleared his throat. Maybe the reason why he was given such a deep voice was this moment. “Can I help you?” he finally spoke.

“Yeah, pay me back for the damn pills” Taehyung walked backwards, only to find the wall behind him. “If you don’t” the man smirked and gave Taehyung a pitiful pat on the head. “I’ll make sure your depressive brother ends up killing himself” he grinned, obviously pleased by his power.  

Taehyung knew what he meant. Nobody in Seoul could get those pills. They were illegal in Korea, and the only way to get them was if they were sent from America under a lot of legal procedures that costed way more than what they could afford.  He couldn’t take that risk.

The bunch of men left, but when they were only a few steps away from him, one of them came back and streteched out his hand, offering Taehyung a card. Maybe it was because Taehyung was scared, but he didn't look at him in the eye, and instead, he stared at a little, almost unnoticeable tattoo in shape of a 

“The boss says you can be useful.”

Taehyung wished he had thrown away the card, but instead, he carefully put it inside his pocket.

I might need it later, he thought.

The concept of living without a purpose was something unknown to Taehyung. His last few years had consisted of graduating middle-school and then graduating high-school while being a trainee. He knew he had to choose either school or training as a priority, and he decided to focus on improving his vocals and his dancing more than anything. He didn’t get amazing grades, and his teachers never learned his name, but Jin never complained saying that it was fine as long as he knew what he was pursuing.

And he knew it. He never doubted his one and only passion.

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