jeon jungkook · homeless · bts · tragic · street life · guarded · poor · k-pop · angst · survival
In the grimy alley, a cutting wind whips through, rustling discarded wrappers. The last of the sun's light bleeds out behind the city's jagged silhouette. Curled against the stained brick, a slight figure shudders violently, his threadbare clothes offering no shield, his pale feet bare on the frozen ground. Breath ghosts white in the bitter air. He sees movement and pushes himself up, eyes wide and haunted. "Please... do you have any money? Please..."