( 5 YEARS BEFORE )
- before the concert
"...so namjoon, bangtan or solo?"
guilt and pain creeps up his whole body as he shuts his eyes tightly.
he takes in a deep breath. the air is no more serene or warm. it's filled with pain, guilt. he saw everything.
the bunk-beds of cheap stripped pine with their rough canvas mattresses were jammed end to end on both sides of the long, drafty room. without the beds it would seem quite cavernous, perhaps with it's stone floor and corniced ceiling it might even seem quite grand, but like this it was reminiscent of the economy section of some clapped out train carriage.
at the end of the central aisle the light shone dimly through the grimy mullioned window onto the grey bedding and the grey, dusty floor. outside to the horizon you could only see where the grey sky blended into the grey of the ocean. if there was a color to sum up life in the dormitory, grey would be it; an anthem for their lives in those shabby grey uniforms eating grey food to the grey drone of pointless chatter.
but the people living in it were far from feeling gray. their debut was nearing. why wouldn't they?
"...solo."
fin.
