The world at the top is hard to reach.

It is full of humans, which know how to get money and how to handle it.

It is not the most honest and you are just freinds because of the money.

 

The world between consists of citizens, which enjoy the life but have to work for it.

Those citizens are getting angry quikly and friendships are made and get broken.

 

The world at the bottom is the world where nobody wants to be.

It is cold, commiserative and strewn with blood.

The person, which once ends up there, has it hard to get out of there.

But in this world are the frindship and the togetherness the most important thing.

You can't survive there, when you're weak and lonely.

 

And we live in this world.

 

 

"Namjoon?"

The brown- haired boy walked through the side streets. The evening said hello and it froze to death.

But this didn't distrub the boy. He wore a thick jacket, his jeans where warm enough and his shoes padded.

His hat knit by his mother and his scarf too.

The gloves the thickest, which where in the shop.

It was winter, the time of the year he hated.

He saw his friends rarely and the cold was never his thing.

He was on his way to his friends, but he doubted if they would still be there.

"Namjoon?"

He went from one dark alley into the next one, but nodboy was nowhere to be seen.

The boy stopped, when he heard a quiet cough.

"Namjoon?"

He turned his head around the alley corner.

"Namjoon!"

He ran to him, to the end of the alley.

The younger one sat on the ground, his beck against the wall.

He had his legs against his chest.

He was trembling, his lips blue because of the cold.

He covered his ears with his hands, which wore fingerless gloves.

The brown- haired squatted down next to him.

"Namjoon? Still alive?"

The younger nodded and a weak smile appeared on his lips.

"Barely."

He answered with his quiet voice.

"You always find me."

The younger looked at the brown- haired.

The boy nodded smiling.

"Where is Yoongi?"

The younger shook his head.

"Don't know. We got separated."

"Aiish. These guys again?"

The younger nodded answering.

Then both of them went silence.

It started to get perishing and the older saw how much the blond one struggled against the forstbite.

"Do you want-"

"No. I told you: I have to get out of here alone.

"Yes, you have, Namjoon. But look at you. Another night and you're dead."

"That's how life is, Jin."

The younger answered before they went silence again.

After a while the blond one stood up, weak and already half eaten by the cold.

"I'm going to search for Yoongi."

The older stood up, too.

When the blond turned around, the older grabbed his hand.

"Wait."

The blond turned to the older.

"I can't stand this any longer.

I can't stand, how you toil your self trough the cold every day and how you die little by little, day by day, Namjoon.

I can't anymore."

The brown- haired looked at the ground.

A small tear rolled down his cheek.

Namjoon looked away.

It hurt him to see his friend like this.

But their heartbreaking scene was interrupted by a loud shot.

Both jumped a little, they looked at each other.

"Scram!"

The blond turned the older around and pressed him in the direction where he came from.

"No, Joon. I'm not-"

"Go! Go away from here!"

The younger pushed him once and the brown- haired started to run.

He ran along the alleys he knew too well.

But he knew it was wrong to leave his friend alone in this quarter of the city.

He tried to convince his friend, to come with him, whenever he could, but the younger denied it everytime.

As soon as the 24- years old boy the lively streets seouls arrived, the next shot was heard.

He closed his eyes, covered his ears.

Jin didn't want to hear what was going on there, because he knew with every shot one of his friend could be dead.

 

"Run, Jimin!"

"Wait, I can't anymore!"

"But you have to!"

The red- haired pulled on the youngers arm.

"Now start running!"

But the brown- haired didn't run. He stopped, heavy breathing.

"Jimin!"

"No! I don't want to run anymore!

I don't even know where Hobie is. I don't want to leave him!"

"Do you think he's still in those alleys?

Jimin, he already eloped!

I think he don't feels like dying and I don't want to either and now come on!"

The red- haired pulled on the youngers arm again.

The boy didn't want to nevertheless.

"Let me go!"

The brown-haired pulled his arm out of the olders grip.

"I don't even know you!

You just came along and told me to run!

I don't even know your name and now you're telling me what to do?!"

"Trust me, Jimin. The boys are no fun.

When they find us, we're dead."

The red-haired grapped the arm of the younger.

"No, let go of me!"

"No! And now run!"

The older started to run and dragged the two- centimenter smaller boy with him slef.

 

"Everything's ok?"

The older abrove the youngers cheek.

He nodded and his cheeks turned a little red.

"D-do you t-think they're away?"

The younger stepped back.

He looked into the eyes of the black- haired

"Yeah, I think so. I'm Hoseok by the way."

He hold out his hand.

"Taehyung."

They shook hands.

The light-brown-haired didn't know the older, he didn't even know that he was older.

He searched for his friend.

When he heard shots, he ran away.

On his way he met Hoseok.

Both of them ran away but noticed how close the shots were.

They huddled together on one small deadlock and got sure that nobody was around.

The boy looked at the ground.

"I have to go."

The black- haired said.

He ruffled the light brown hair of the younger.

"I hope we see each other again. You seem nice, peewee."

He smiled quikly and ran away.

The younger looked into the direction of the boy.

"Peewee? I bet we're at the same high."

The light-brown-haired turned around and started to search for his friend again.

 

 

"Jungkook, I'm back."

The brown-haired hung his keys on the key holder and took of his shoes.

"Jungkook?"

He got worried when nobody anwsered him.

He took of his jacket, his hat, his scarf and his gloves quikly.

The brown- haired went into the living room, where nobody was, also.

Then he made his way into the kitchen, which where assocaited with the living room.

When he saw the tiny note of the table his worries disappeared.

He went to the table and read the note:

 

'Hyung I'm with Minju :)

Can you prepare dinner?

Someone called us but I didn't answer, I didn't know the nubmer.

I don't have school tomorrow so maybe we can do something together, when you want to.

Moms birthday is soon, can you buy the flowers or shall I?'

 

"Aiish, this boy."

The brown- haired smiled and looked at the calendar.

"He's right. Her birthday is in two days. Lilies or tulips?"

He thought about it quikly but pushed the topic away and decided to talk with Jungkook about it.

He looked at the clock.

"Why is he so long with her?"

The brown- haired shook his head.

Once he noticed his hunger, he started to prepare the dinner.

He didn't want to cook a complex dinner again so he cooked Ramen.

When the noodles started to get soft in the water, he heard that somebody opened the front door.

He smiled and went into the hallway.

"Hyung!"

The younger took off his jacket and shoes quikly.

Then he hugged his brother warmly.

"Where were you?"

The younger broke the hug and looked at his brother exspectant.

"Why are you asking? You weren't home either"

The older had to smile when he saw his brothers red cheeks.

"I was with her. But just answer my question."

"I searched for someone."

The older turned around and went back into the kitchen to continue his cooking.

"Who?"

The black- haired sat down on the sofa, turned around and laid his chin on the backrest.

"Nobody you know, nevermind. So, how was school?"

"Ok. We wrote a math test, but it was no problem for me.

Did you read the note?"

The brown- haired nodded and Jungkook continued.

"Which flowers do you want to buy this time? Last year we had roses.

Is it ok when we two do something together tomorrow?

Ah and did you listen to the message on the answer machine?"

The younger bombard the brown-haired with questions.

"I would by lilies for her.

And yes it's ok when we do something.

How about........visiting the wintersea in Gangneung?

And no I didn't listen to the message."

The older answered the questions quikly, as if it was normal that the younger asked that much.

"The wintersea? But it's too far away.

Moreover it is winter and then I'm going to die because of the cold."

The older smiled.

"Then let's just watch some movies, ok?"

"Ok and which movies?"

"I don't mind. Let's talk about this tomorrow and now come here, dinner is ready."

The black- haired jumped up and ran into the kitchen, sat down as fast as he could.

His brother placed two plates, the pots with the noodles and the souce on the table.

He laid down the cutlery and the boys started eating.

 

"Let's eat something, Jimin."

The red- haired said, while he dragged the younger in a small booth.

"Yoongi! Long time no see.

Do you want to spend all your money here again?"

"As always."

He answered the keeper laughing.

Jimin just stood there, looking at the older.

"You have money?"

The red- haired looked at the younger.

"Yep, at least it's enough for two boxes chicken."

The red- haired faced the keeper and nodded.

The keeper disappeared in the kitchen behind the bar.

The boys sat down on one of the three tables.

"Y-you want to by me food?"

"Yeah, why not?

I'm hungry and you look like you haven't eaten something proper for weeks."

He was right.

Jimin really hadn't eat a proper meal lately.

He was already very thin and he ate very faintly.

He hated it to eat the thrown- away food from other people.

Jimin felt dirty when he did it.

But he didn't have another choice, either this or nothing.

He lived like this already a half year.

"T-thanks."

The older nodded smiling.

"Sorry, about earlier.

I didn't mean to be so rude but if we didn't run away, I bet we would be dead by now.

I know those boys and they're really no fun.

And don't worry we will find this Hobie or however his name is."

"It's ok.

And his name is Hoseok but I call him Hobie because he really isn't like the others out there.

He's cheerful and he never loses his smile.

Why did you dragged me along, anyway?

You could've let me 'die' there."

"Don't emphasize the die so much, Jimin. You really would be dead by now, if they had found you.

They hate it when someone hangs around in their quater.

And I don't let people die.

I swore it to my self.

When I landed on the streets two years ago, I swore to my self, that if I could help someone, then I sould.

I learned how to get some money and I learned how to survive.

I trusted often and that's how I got my contacts.

I just want to help you, Jimin. That's all."

He answered and looked at the bar when the keeper stepped out of the kitchen.

"You two want to eat here? You know that will cost you more money, Yoongi."

The red-haired nodded, took the two boxes and the plastic cutlery.

He sat down again and handed Jimin one of the boxes.

He started eating but when he noticed that Jimin didn't, he looked at him.

"What'sch wrong?"

He asked with his mouth full.

"You spend to much money for someone you just met."

The older swollowed before he answered.

"Don't worry, kiddo. I have enough money. We could come here again tomorrow and eat here.

He's making it cheaper, but when I sit inside the normal price stays.

But just don't worry."

"But we sit in here."

"Yes, but just eat ok?"

The younger looked at the olders eyes and started to eat too.

They ate in silence.

When both of them finished, the older paid and both boys left the small booth.

"And?"

"Thanks, I'm finally not hungry anymore."

Both of them laughed shortly.

"It's late, tired?"

The brown- haired shook his head.

"I want to find Hobie first, ok?"

"Ok but let me help you, you can't do this alone.

How does he look and what does he wear?"

 

The black- haired turned around once he heard footsteps.

"You again?"

He asked smiling.

It was the light-brown-haired from some hours ago.

"I..."

"It's ok, what do you want?"

"I-I......c-can......I c-can't...."

"Everything's ok?"

The older came the light-brown- haired boy a little closer.

"Hey, you're freezing like hell. Wait."

He took off his jacket, which barely was thick anough, still suffice for him, and laid it above the shoulders of the younger one.

"Everything's ok? Hey, what's wrong?"

He looked at the others eyes, when the boys spaced out all of sudden.

The black- haired was close enough to catch the boys body.

"Hey, wake up! Hey."

But the boy didn't awake and the black-haired sighed.

"Aiish ok, what are you going to do now, Hoseok?

You neither know where Jimin is nor do you know those streets."

He squaded there for a moment before he gave the boy a piggypack.

"Wow, he's just as light as a feather."

And with that sentence Hoseok started going through the streets of Seoul.

Then he reached a big main road.

"Ok and now?"

He looked around.

"I don't even know wh-"

"Hoooooobie!!!"

Whe he heard his 'name' he looked at the direction where the voice was coming from.

Once he saw his best friend he had to smile.

He was so relieved to see him again.

The tiny figure was running to him, but he wasn't alone.

A , about the same high, tall man was with him.

"Hobie!"

When the boy finally arrived his friend, he wanted to hug him but cut it when he saw that his friend was carrying someone.

"Hopie, oh god, I'm so happy to see you, but who's that?"

"I could ask you the same."

The black-haired answered laughing.

"That's-"

"Taehyung."

Both boys looked at the red- haired.

"You know him?"

The black-haired asked.

"What's wrong with him?"

The red- haired didn't answer, he asked instead.

"He just spaced out earlier, I don't know why."

" he needs his medicine."

"What?"

Jimin asked worried.

"I will tell it you later, now come on, he lives near here."