Chapter 1
Yoongi’s p.o.v.
It’s funny how life changes in an istant. One day you complain that your life is monotonous the next you want to go back to the way it was. That’s how it was for me.
I grew up in a household with vacant parents and a little sister i adored. When I say vacant parents I mean they were there, they just didn’t care to be parents. My sister Ji-ya and I took care of each other.
My sister was everything to me. When I first entered school I was reluctant to make friends. Friends would’ve meant hanging out. Hanging out would’ve meant leaving my sister alone with only the maids for company.
My reluctance turned out to be unneccessary. I wound up meeting three of my six best friends in class. Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon no relation, and Jung Hoseok. They took to my sister instantly.
For two years it was the five of us against the world. The guys included Ji-ya in everything we did. They even let her choose half the time. When we entered the third grade, Ji-ya joined the school in the first.
Through her I met Jeon Jeongguk, Park Jimin, and Namjoon’s little brother Kim Taehyung. The three of them turned our little group of five into eight.
We were inseperable. The eight of us walked the school together, met up during class breaks, lunch, and then spent all our after school hours together. Ji-ya even named us Bangtan and the princess.
I was in the ninth grade the first time I asked for my monotonous life back. A month into the school year Ji-ya didn’t walk with us to school. I was told she was sick. She was never sick. Not once in her tweleve years had she had so much as a cold.
When I went to check on her, she looked horrible so I believed what I was told. She jumped off of her bed hugging me and crying good-bye. I didn’t understand what she was doing at the time. So I laughed calling her an over dramatic sap.
I left for school with Bangtan minus our princess having no idea it would become minus from them on. Everything changed that day. Ji-ya wasn’t there when we returned from school. Hell it was made to look as if she never existed.
Pictures were gone. Her once very colorful room was painted over and vacant. My parents even uttered who? When I demanded to know where Ji-ya was. I moved out of my parents house and in with Hoseok with that day.
Our once lively and jovial bunch of misfits became somber and melancholy. It was months before we learned anything about Ji-ya’s sudden disappearance. Ji-ya’s friend Soo-yeon approached us five months later and handed us a box.
The box was as colorful as the girl who made it. In glittered letters the box was labeled Bangtan. After thanking Soo-yeon we headed to Jimin’s house effectively skipping school to examine the box in privacy.
Ji-ya left us all letters. We read them in silence. Some of us laughed at the words on the pages. All of us cried. The box also held pictures. Some of just Ji-ya. A few of Ji-ya smiling with Soo-yeon but the majority had one if not more of us with her.
The only contact information she left us was an Instagram account. I would love to claim that I’m not guilty of stalking her account but all of us are. Sadly though she’s never posted anything other than scenic shots.
It has been seven years since we’ve seen her.
Seven years since we’ve heard her voice. Like I said before it’s funny how your life can change in an instant. Seven years of no Ji-ya. Seven years of no idea of her where a bouts. Seven years of no contact with my parents. Then 72 hours ago my parents show up at my college dorm with tickets to Hawaii and an address saying bring her home.
Now the seven of us are standing in front of a house in a country we’ve never been to, to see the girl who was our everything and the only thing who can make us whole again.
Hesitantly I knocked....
