It was a rainy day that day.
It was a day I thought was good at the time, but now I don't even want to think about it.
I was walking out of the house.
About 10 minutes after arriving at the park, it started raining.
I didn't go into the house even though I didn't have an umbrella.
It's better to get rained on and catch a cold than to go home
I thought it would get better.
Why is it better to catch a cold than to go home?
Well, I ran away from home.
It's such an obvious reason, right?
I was abused as a child.
Normally, I would endure it even when my parents hit me.
That day, I really felt like I was going to die.
So I left home.
But it rained.
As I talk, I really have no luck.
Anyway, it's getting a little colder as it rains.
So I started looking for a place to avoid the rain.
I took refuge under a large tree next to a lake.
Why didn't you go inside a building where you could completely avoid the rain?
Then you're covered in bruises all over your body and your lips are cracked and covered in dried blood.
Wearing clothes that are so tattered that you don't even know when they were washed
Can you escape into a building with people in it?
I don't know if you can do it, but I can't.
So I just took refuge under a tree.
But I shouldn't have taken refuge under the tree.
At least under that tree.
I crouched under a tree and watched the rain fall on the lake.
I felt a presence.
I am
‘What kind of fool would take shelter from the rain under a tree?’
And I looked around.
There was a boy standing there who looked to be around my age.
There was an umbrella, but he was just standing under the tree.
Looking at his face, I thought he had a story, so I approached him and asked.
“You have an umbrella, so why are you standing under the tree?”
He was surprised because he didn't know I was there.
He hesitated for a moment and then said:
“I don’t even want to go home
“This lake is the most precious place to me..”
I was curious why, but I couldn't ask.
He looked so sad.
So the two of us quietly listened to the sound of the rain
Looking at the lake
He spoke first.
“What is your name?”
“My name is....Byeolhahey..Kim Byeol-ha..”
If you listen closely, you'll understand, but isn't it a bit unusual?
He was surprised too.
He asked what it meant.
“Byeolha... the name is pretty... what does it mean..?”
“What does that mean..?Be a person who shines as high as a star..hey.."
“Your intentions are as pretty as your face...”
"thank you.."
Then I became curious about his name and asked him.
“Then what is your name?”
“My name is Park Jimin.”