South Korea, gyeryong, 7:46 A.M.
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The day was quite beautiful with the tiny rain droplets that were covering most of the side walk. As I was on my way for the bus leaving to my new school, I was thinking of the most unexpected thing that happened recently in my life. usually i'm not even bothered by such things. After all it had already happened, why worry about it now, but the thing that was bothering me was not the thing or news to be specific itself but the individual that had sent the unexpected news my way.
FLASHBACK:
South Korea, Busan, 4:15 P.M.
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A boy roughly 15 years old was lying on the roof of what seemed to be a school building. He had black hair with a light shade of grey, pitch black eyes, a sharp face pointed thin lips and was wearing a headphone with his eyes closed, he was lying down on the ground facing the sky while he muttered the lines of a song. He remained rested there for what seemed to be at least an hour doing nothing. After the long rest he finally opened his eyes and groggily stood up from where he was lying down, turning around now facing the railing. He yawned stretching out his arms and legs, the look in his eyes foretold that he was quite bored. After standing there for a minute taking in the view of the buildings and the city he once again turned and left.
Descending down from the stairs he didn't stop until he reached the ground floor ignoring all the things as if he couldn't careless about them. he entered the main hall heading towards the exit. The hall was decorated with banners with congratulations and quotes full of motivation on them, as well as balloons and other decors. Seeing the confetti and mess one could tell the hall which was now empty was previously booming with people, but like always he didn't even bat an eye as he just breezed through the empty hall. He had a slight frown but it soon disappeared as he composed the slight bit of emotion he was letting out. One could ask why the person who nearly never went his way to start a conversation if it was not to his interest let alone show his real emotions to anyone would have this slight slip, the reason was simple 'irritation'.
seo-joon was an orphan currently living in [BIRD ORPHANAGE] he was studying in middle school and all the expenses were previously taken care of by the orphanage. He only had to keep up with his studies. But fate.... THAT NASTY BITCH had once again decided to fuck with him. The director of the orphanage was 'friends' with some politicians. Who were using the charity of the orphanage to store their illegal funds send by their lovely business friends which they used in their election campaigns. It was recently discovered by some of the prosecutors and they raided the directors house, his office and lastly the orphanage. turns out that little bitch of a director was also involve in human trafficking of mainly little girls.
Documents of illegal human trafficking and loads of black money was found in the orphanage, and soon after followed suit the strikes and other public shenanigans. The case was closed with the director found guilty and the businessman and politicians involved were still under the government radar, but in all the shit happening the public sentiment was very strong and under the pressure they fucking decided to close the orphanage.... and just like that they forgot the main victims of the whole scenario orphans.
seo-joon was irritated, frustrated but still didn't show his emotions on his face or body language. Growing up in the harsh environment of the orphanage, from a very early age he had come to understand that humans are selfish being. In the face of extreme conditions everyone preferred their own survival and showing emotions will only make you vulnerable in front of everyone. So its better to not show anyone anything be as blank as possible to be unpredictable, this gave him the advantage of surprise, He had learned the hard way after many unpleasant interactions that in every situation or problem their always is a time limit it may be miniscule but there always exist one. He had to take advantage of that time limit make out a plan to get through the problem, thus he remained calm but this situation was currently not good for him he had very little time and had to do something about his survival.
Making his way out the exit, he went on his way towards the orphanage which was soon to be closed. Thinking of multiple outcomes but still it was very difficult to tackle through the finances, he would have to do several part-time jobs to be able to have barely enough money to pay rent, school fees and his living expenses. He also had to save money for his college, he had been doing part-time jobs and saving up but it seemed it would just go up and away in the coming months. As he neared the orphanage, entering through the main door. He made his way to his room to once again to lay down and think about his foreseeable future, halfway through he was called by a middle-aged woman presumably the caretaker of this rundown building, with a nasty expression on her face she told him he had received a letter, listening to what the old hag told him for the second time today he slipped in suppressing his emotions and a clear confused look was present on his face, he usually kept a bored expression which was influenced on him by his little 'SECRET'.
The old hag told him to collect his rubbish from the front desk and left him. standing there oblivious a sec later he composed himself and made his way to the desk. This unexpected event had piqued his curiosity as this was his first time receiving a letter much more to his residence , which he never told anyone about because the unwanted attention and pity with a sprinkle of bullying you gain from doing so, Any sane person would keep quiet about their origins, he was not in anyway an attention seeker he was more like the ghost of the class which most of the students knew as quite and gloomy type who is somehow good in academics, sitting in the middle seat also helped to blend in as a shadow that existed but still not existed at the same time. He neared the front desk and opened the drawer which had its lock broken showcasing the devastated condition of the building, took out his letter and opened it, taking out the letter, for the third time this day he lost his usual bored expression as his eyes were wide seeing the content inside the letter.