"Just run away Kook.. Don't think about anything.. Nothing will happen.. It's been 10 years since you are just suffering like this.. Don't you feel tired? How long will you be able to take these?" The resonance of Lisa's words lingered in Kook's ears as he made his way to school that morning. Yet, her haunting words continued to affect him deeply.

He glanced back at the mansion, a single tear escaping his eye. What if he ran away? Would anything truly change? And if something did happen... perhaps he could find peace in that final moment.

Twelve years ago, he awoke in a hospital bed. A woman-perhaps a complete stranger-stood by him, her eyes filled with concern.

He longed for her to display the same concern she had shown twelve years ago.

In that moment, his memories remained elusive, his mind a blank canvas. Yet one truth persisted: he was Jungkook. He only recalled his own name.

The childless couple couldn't resist Jungkook's undeniable cuteness, leading them to adopt him.

For two years, they cared for Jungkook, but then their abuse and harsh treatment knew no bounds. The boy shattered completely.

Jungkook examined himself, tugging at the sleeves of his yellow uniform to reveal the bruises. They appeared old, yet their depth spoke of wounds inflicted by his so-called father.

At times, he wonders why they bothered taking him to the hospital. Perhaps they could have simply let him fade away that day...

Jungkook's tears flowed relentlessly as he clenched his fists. Despite his efforts, they persisted. He bit down on his lower lip, the pain grounding him. And there, in that vulnerable moment, he witnessed his stepfather bidding farewell to his stepmother.

His eyes widened, determination sparking within. Yes, he would run. Run away from this living hell. Escape from the place where he had witnessed torment since the tender age of eight.

Jungkook sprinted away from the imposing mansion. Mr. Lee, his stepfather, glanced toward the gate, sensing movement. Dismissing it as a mere hallucination, he continued on his way.

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Taehyung and Jimin arrived at Seoul's airport, their weariness palpable. The promise of rest was a welcome relief, especially considering the upcoming meeting on the morrow.

Jimin gripped Tae's shoulder, their conversation weaving through random topics. Suddenly, a figure hurtled toward them-a blur of urgency and mystery.

The boy, soaked in sweat, clutched a bag over his shoulder, the yellow school uniform clinging to him. Jimin shifted his gaze from Taehyung to the stranger, a sense of déjà vu tugging at his senses.

As the figure came into focus, his features revealed themselves. His face, a round diamond, framed by a square jaw, held an innocence akin to a deer's. Yet, inexplicably, tears welled in his wide eyes. Dark brown hair, silky but messy, clung to his forehead. And there it was-the subtle asymmetry of his lips, the upper slightly smaller than the lower.

As their vision cleared, it didn't take them long to recognize the person. Jungkook-their long-lost brother who had vanished inexplicably. Jimin and Taehyung exchanged wide-eyed glances, the weight of this unexpected reunion settling upon them.

Jimin and Taehyung surged forward, their hearts racing. Jimin cradled the boy's face in both hands, their eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The weight of years apart hung heavy in the air-a reunion painted in longing and wonder.

"J-jungkook.. B-bunny.. Where were you all these years? W-where did you go?" Jimin inquired about Jungkook's whereabouts during those intervening years, but to their astonishment, Jungkook appeared frightened. The realization that Jimin knew his name left him utterly stunned.

Jungkook pushed Jimin uttering "who are you?"

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