Personal Narrative Essay: Running Away

Running away was something he did not only because he had nothing else to do, but also because it was part of his life. Ever since he had chosen this path, he’d also agreed to run because there was nothing else left for him. It was a lifestyle, something he did because no matter how much he wanted to just find a place where to stay, a place he could call his home, he knew that was something he could never have. — Or, technically, he used to have a home. But it was all in the past now.

Just like any other night, he would find a shelter, a place where he could sleep during the night. But he never could stay in one place for a long time. It was too dangerous for someone like him. For someone whose hands were dirty. For someone who could almost

Why don’t you go home? It’s probably not the safest idea to spend your night here,”Taehyung spoke again.

“I killed a man,” oh shit. Jungkook really didn’t plan on saying that. But what’s done is done and, hell, he feels like he just made the biggest mistake. “So, uh, I’ve got no ‘home’.”

He watched how Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and he took a step closer to Jungkook. “You did? What a bad guy you are.”

“Haha, funny,”Jungkook spat out, rolling his eyes. He decided to sit down, not caring if the other would be there or not. He picked up a stick and started sketching something on the ground.

“I would ask about your parents but since you’re not with them and you’ve got no home — just a guess, but I have the feeling you don’t have parents either,”Taehyung said. At that point Jungkook raised up the stick and pointed with it at Taehyung’s forehead, an uncomfortable look painted all over his face.

“You talk too much. Besides, it’s none of your business.”

“No, I don’t. You were the one who mentioned something about killing a man. — Or was that me talking too much as well?”he questioned.

Oh. _Oh_. Maybe this Taehyung guy knew how to use words and how to make someone silent as hell. At least, as for Jungkook, it felt awkward and he didn’t know what to

And so he did, and with that he moved his gaze away from the other, looking at the ground where he had just scribbled something.

They stayed quiet for some time and the only noise Jungkook could hear was the rich guy’s yawn and the way he cracked his knuckles. _Are rich people supposed to do that?_

“You should go home,”Jungkook spoke, and honestly he was a little bit surprised at himself for actually saying that out aloud, after all, it had not been his plan to talk to this person nor try to continue any conversations this guy started. Ah, this rich guy apparently knows how to make _the quiet talk_.

“I should? — In that case, so should you? How ‘bout we make a deal, you go home and so will I. Wouldn’t that be fair—”Taehyung was cut off by Jungkook’s strict ‘No’.

“I won’t. What did you not understand? I’ve got no fucking home,”he said, snapping a little bit at this point because he hated explaining himself to someone. At least someone he didn’t know at all. “— Which also means this is where I’m staying for tonight. But — unlike me, _you_ got a home, a roof on top of you, food to eat and drinks to drink. So go there and sleep so damn well you won’t be sleepy for the next ten years because I’ve got no business I want to do with you, so how about you get the fuck up and leave because—” what? What…? Taehyung was laughing at