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I was going through my things. I decided to give some stuff to charity and children without parents.
I’m Y/N, and I’m almost in my middle ’40s. I was in the garret, going through the boxes there. I discovered my old paintings, a wardrobe with clothes, five boxes, and an old suitcase in the corner.
I opened it. There were albums with photos. I looked at the pictures, and a smile unknowingly formed on my face. On the images were seven boys. On the suitcase were stickers with their names & the name of their group. BTS. Bangtan Sonyeondan.
A sigh escaped from my lips.
Oh, how much I miss these guys. I want to see them, even if it means on TV. I hope you are healthy and happy.
“Bogo shipda. I miss you, but without you, I wouldn’t be here. You saved me, cheered me up in hard times, and I couldn’t get enough of you. Now, it’s just me, these things and memories,” I sighed again.
I took the paintings of these boys and put them on my website for sale. Then I went for clothes, and I checked every piece. I decided to give some to my youngest sister because she loved them too. I took out the shirt I did with their jokes and put it on.
I chose to keep some clothes. With others, I went down to give it to children.
I put the clothes in a black bag. The memory of the café I had came to mind along with the things in the suitcase. All of that stuff used to be there. But it no longer exists. When they disbanded, business slowly went down. Fewer and fewer customers were coming. In the end, I had to close it.
A boy who saw me in front of my house pulled me back into reality. He was tugging on my shirt. I looked at him with a warm smile.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Do you need help with that bag?” he asked while pointing at the bag in my hands.
“Yeah, can you give that to my car?” I asked.
“No problem, miss,” the boy answered politely.
“Thank you very much,” I said softly.
I was living alone. I felt a little lonely. I could have a son like him now, only if I wanted. I shook my head to chase away these thoughts. I locked the house and drove to the nearest orphanage. I gave them the black bag filled with clothes. I smiled when I saw their happy faces.
When I left, I decided to go for a walk in the nearby park. I sat down on a bench and watched kids playing football. One of the boys noticed me. He came to me and asked me about my shirt.
I explained I made it myself and told a little about the group. But I was surprised by what the boy said.
“My dad has a similar shirt. Sometimes he mentions the group and other boys as well. I think you’re the one that sent it to him. Thank you that you supported them and being there for him,” he said with a smile, then said goodbye and returned to his friends.
I started crying.
I’m glad you are happy. Hopefully, one day I will be happy too and have a son like yours. I’m overwhelmed that you and the boys kept the shirts I sent you. I’m thrilled now. Thank you for it.
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Sorry if it made you cry. I think the future will look like this once BTS disband. You can support them further, and I think I will. Don’t forget, though; we will forget. Only memories will stay, and the things you have.
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