❝ you disappeared into the darkness
but our memory lives on
I dream there's no tomorrow
I wake up and you are gone ❞
It is late at night, and Seokjin is walking in the graveyard to find his mother's grave, in order to talk to the woman who is gone to a better place, probably to heaven. Well, this is what Seokjin believes.
When she was giving birth to her one and only son, she passed away. Poor little Seokjin had to grow up all by himself, but let's not forget his monster step father who had turned his life into hell. Although Seokjin forgave his step father for all the things that he had done, he promised that he is not going to see him, never ever again.
He finally finds her grave, and kneels down as he is placing his right hand on the cold stone in order to feel the coldness. "Mom, I don't know what to do— I-I've become weak," He sniffs the cold night air through his nose, and looks around to see if someone is watching him, but all he sees is darkness. "The boys are scared, and there's nothing I can do," He covers his face in frustration, and starts to cry. "Mom, Hoseok is dead, so it means that we have already lost a friend. I-I don't know what is going to happen to the rest of us."
"Men don't cry."
Seokjin shivers in fear when he hears a familiar voice which is coming from behind. Slowly, he turns around to face the boy who is standing tall behind him with his both hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?" He wipes off the dust on his jeans as he is trying to stand on his own feet.
"I'm sorry."
With his eyes narrowed, Seokjin finally dares to ask the boy a question, "For what?" He tries to think harder, but he can't focus on anything, right now, and this is when he notices something in the boy's hand.
A knife.