⫣25⫦ Junkyard

I look at the massive black, rusty fence in front of me.

It took me three hours to find this place. First I sneaked into the computer room at school and looked up every Junkyard in Guro-Gu.

There were five, but only four of them had working numbers and homepages. The other one was only mentioned in an article from a few years ago, saying the owner died and the property was resold.

To whom, it didn't say, but I immediately knew it must be the place I was looking for.

Then it took me over an hour with the bus to get here.

It's safe to say I was one of the only ones in the bus, only sharing it with a stranger dressed in black, sleeping in the back.

I walk up to the massive black gate and take a look inside- only to find exactly what to expect of an abandoned Junkyard- nothing but rotting metal and junk, wasting away in the hot sun.

Overgrowth and weed already swallows up the lying around garbage and a massive wall of broken, crushed cars shoots up into the sky. No matter how hard I shake at the gate though, it doesn't budge, so I walk around the entire place, looking for another way in.

There isn't one. There is only the massive fence, then the stacks of cars, mocking me.

I end up at the gate again and hit it in frustration, letting out an angry scream. I'd come this far, only to be stopped by some metal bars? I don't think so!

Without thinking it over, I take off my backpack and use all my strength to throw it over the gate. Then I start climbing. The bars are slippery and don't offer much hold but I won't let it stop me. I can't, the desperation burning through my body, cancelling out reasonable thought. By the time I make it to the half-point, I'm sweating and my muscles are trembling but I push on nonetheless.

The sun burns my back and the top of my head, but I finally make it to the top.

Looking down I know that one slip will end up in broken bones and bruises. I try not to think about as I make the descend, thankfully finding it much easier than climbing up.

I land on dusty, dry earth and breath heavily as I wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"You don't get to ignore me," I grind out through blazing nostrils, reminding myself of why I'm doing this.

I grab my backpack and start exploring the place. I follow the stacked cars all the way to the left, only to reach a dead end. Then I turn around and do the same on the right side. That's when I find the cars.

Oh, I'm definitly at the right place.

It's not the SUV's or Pick-Up trucks or any other of the usual cars that gives it away. It's the Porsche, Ferrari and the Tesla which can only belong to someone very rich- someone like J-Hope.

I grin and inspect them.

I have never been much of a car girl, but perhaps only because my mother finds it abhorrent for a girl to be interested in such manly hobbies. But now that she is not here to reprimand me and no one else is judging me, I cannot help but admire the sleek build, the shiny exterior and leathery interior.

Beautiful. Powerful. Utterly stunning.

But, I remind myself, I'm not here for cars, as awesome as they might be, so I begin my search, looking all around to find a door or a path that leads behind the wall of stacked cars. Because if I have gained one thing from walking around this entire place, it's that it's definitely bigger than what I can see now. A lot bigger.

But even after searching the wall like crazy, I find nothing. The wall of cars is simply too big and too wide to search every bit of it for some secret entrance or the sort. Perhaps I am going crazy and I'm totally deluding myself. Angry and frustrated I kick a loose hanging headlight and throw myself to the ground like freaking pouty baby.

"You just can't make it fucking easy, right?" I scream at no one and show the wall in front of me the middle finger.

I feel hot and thirsty as I just sit there, staring at the wall of cars in front of me. That's when I notice the crooked hanging number plate. But there are words written on it instead if numbers.

They call to me.

"You never walk alone," I read out loud and my eyes narrow, then widen.

It might not hold any meaning to anyone else, but I've gotten to know the boys. I know why BTS is necessary for them: they have all been alone and lost until they found each other.

No longer alone- because they were together.

As if in trance, I walk up to the sign and car plane hanging from it, old and worn out with holes inside. I push it to the side and gasp in surprise. Behind lays a tunnel, carved through the rusty metal. Like a freaking hidden door to another world.

I don't know much about Gangs and all their secrets, but this seems a little over the top. Why hide it so well? If they are as feared as I believe them to be, no one would dare come here anyways, right?Well, perhaps only someone as crazy as me.

I step through it, the smell of gasoline and rust drifting into my nose, and then blink furiously as I step out of the dark and just stare at the sight in front of me with an open mouth.

It's the same as when they brought me to the beach when I had expected some run-down factory or crumbling building and instead they showed me peaceful nature and warm laughs.

This is certainly nothing you would expect from the home of a gang. Because this is not a hideout or a base- this is a home.

Seven trailers row next to each other in a half circle, and all around I can see green and open space. In the middle of the circle stand three more trailers with a roof connecting them.

As I near the middle of the place, I can see a lovely terrace perched in between the trailers, empty bottles and stumps of cigarettes lying around, but I suppose that is pretty normal for a bunch of boys their age living together.And it's only further confirmation of what kind of people really live here.

The only thing that annoys me however, is the deafening silence.

This place does not seem like the type of space where it should be quiet. There is supposed to be laughter and hoots of joy or the sound of panting when you play catch and release.There should be music and dancing and drinking, not this empty silence.

And remembering that amongst the cars parked in front, I haven't seen the usual pick up truck they drove around in, leads me to the conclusion that they aren't currently home.

And even though I am disappointed at not seeing them, it also fills me with a certain kind of glee. I look around and wonder what to explore first. What secrets will I find out abound them? What are they hiding?

I see a building, most likely an old office standing at the feet of the fence to my right and grin. I'll start there then.

But I haven't taken one step before my phone rings, the sudden sound making me jump, then freeze in sudden realization. It can't be anyone but my mother, probably wondering why I'm not home yet. In midst of the desperation and anticipation of finding BTS, I have totally forgotten to come up with an excuse to my mom.

But when I look at my phone screen, I see a number I don't recognize. Hesitantly I pick up and hold the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask into the hearer.

"You really couldn't stay away, could you? Do you know you just committed another crime? It's called breaking and entering."

I can't help the racing of my heart as I hear Taehyung's voice over the phone. Relive and excitement rushes through my body as I'm once again stunned by how much I missed them these past days. Missed him.

Then the confusion sets in when I realize what he said.

"How do you know I'm at your place?"

He chuckles lowly as I hear something like the rumbling of a motor in the background.

"You really think someone with Suga's talent wouldn't set up surveillance cameras and make sure he gets notified the moment someone tries to break in? In case you haven't noticed, there is a Porsche in our front yard."

I am stunned for a few moments.

I hadn't noticed any camera's anywhere. But then again, it's not like I was looking for some.

"Yeah, about that... Why is there a Porsche in your front yard?"

There is another chuckle.

"Have you forgotten that one of our members is literally a millionaire?"

I try to shake the feeling of uneasiness, but can't. It makes sense- all of it. But still... Is that really all there is too it? All the security and secrecy, only because of a few cars that J-Hope could have easily stored at his parents house as well? It doesn't match up.

"So, if you've known I broke in the moment I climbed the gate, why are you calling now?Oh, and how the hell did you get my number?"

There is a force in my voice that I don't understand yet.

"Again," I hear Taehyung say through the speaker. "We have a master hacker in our middle. We've known your number the entire time. And I'm calling now, because I got the weird, distinct feeling that you were planning to snoop around. Am I right?"

I snort.

"And what if I do?"

A smile is playing on my lips and I don't fail to notice how good I am getting at sounding teasing and dangerous. I swear Taehyung's voice becomes a little strained and tighter.

"Just grab yourself a beer and wait. We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

I let the words sink in and make a decision.

"Thank you," I tell him cheerfully.

His confusion is clearly audible. "For what?"

I smile, wide and wicked.

"For letting me know how much time I've got to find out why you really keep this place so tightly locked up."

Then I hang up and walk over to the office building.