Winter of 1912,
Happy birthday~ Happy birthday. Happy birthday to Kim Seokjin~..
Inside the room of the house, a boy was singing a birthday song all by himself.
Who is that?
It's the Japanese army... We have to hide.
The boy hid instinctively.
Step by step
"I know exactly where you are, so come out~ I'll kill you painlessly"
"I have to live... I have to live and see independence... I'm different from you, brother."
The boy whispered softly and hid in the corner of the closet, holding his breath until the Japanese soldiers left.
Did they go..?

Father... I miss you.
The boy leaned against a tree and held back his tears.
August 15, 1945,
"Ah—so our Japanese army surrendered..."
The boy, no, the middle-aged man, just stared blankly into the air.
"Father, Mother, we won."
like that happinessI thought it would get darkI knew it.
December 7, 1950
Bang bang bang-!
At the place where three gunshots were heard,
A cold corpse was lying there.
Hello!! This is Jakka.
Today, I tried writing a story about Seokjin's past.
I'll make it longer next time.
