The first thing the boy sees is light, but it's a different kind of light he's used to. This one doesn't flow across your skin, warming you up as you close your eyes and take it in.

This light hurts him, it pierces through his closed eyelids and crawls at the vantablack color of his irises, trying to tear the orbs apart.

He sits up, too afraid to open his eyes. He knows where he is, but he doesn't want to see it. The cold, unfamiliar ground he's sitting on, feels rough on his hands and the light shining on him taunts him.

He can hear talking, humans talking. Well, maybe more like yelling. The boy's poor eardrums ache at the sound of dozens of voices all coming from different directions.

Once he's brave enough, he opens his eyes and once he gets used to the light, tears start streaming down his face.

Earth, it's so ugly. He can't look at it, how is he supposed to live here?

When he looks down, he notices he's wearing clothing. He grits his teeth, anger rising in him as he looks down at something he had always wanted to get his hands on.

The boy gets up and runs, past all the humans either looking at him worried or ignoring his entire existence. He keeps on running untill his knees feel numb and he dives in a deserted alleyway, away from everyone.

Fuming in sorrow and regret he starts tearing the clothes off his body. "I don't want these!" He cries out. "I want to be beautiful!"

The boy had managed to take off his shirt but gave up on the pants considering he doesn't know how those work.

He breathes heavily as he stares down at the gross, brown tiles under his feet, seeing a teardrop of his fall down ever so often and make the tile even darker.

"Hey kid." A voice speaks not too far away from the boy. "Are you alright?"

The boy doesn't look up, he can't let anyone see his eyes, once someone looks into them, he won't be Adonael anymore.

What the boy realises is that the man speaks this weird, ugly languague, but the weird thing is, he understands it.

The man approaches and touches the boy's shoulder, who flinches away immediately. A weird sound erumpts from the boy's stomach, making him jump up and look around in fear.

"You hungry, pal?" The man speaks again, not knowing what's wrong with this kid. He thinks it's probably drugs or something.

After a few seconds when the boy has calmed down, he tries to speak. "Hungwy?" His eyes grow wide and he slaps a hand over his mouth. What the hell is this language and why does he speak it? And why does he only understand a few words and not everything?

"Yeah, food. Do you want some?" The man chuckles slightly at the boy's antics. The boy doesn't understand what the other means, why did his stomach growl?

The boy straightens up and attempts to talk for the second time. "Why belly grr." He asks, kind of proud for the perfectly constructed sentence.

"It's growling because you're hungry. Come, I'll give you something to eat."

The boy just stares at the other's outstoken hand and decides to not take it but walk towards him anyways. As the two walk through the maze of buildings, the boy watches everything with huge eyes. He sees so many things he can't recognize that it scares him.

Unknowingly, he clamps himself onto the man's arm, him not minding one bit. This kid is really weird and he doesn't seem to be on drugs, there's something else about the boy that really interests him.

Once arrived at the convenience store, the man buys a few energy bars, an apple and water. It's the safest way to go.

When out the store, he hands the boy an energy bar and he looks at it like he's seen a ghost before slowly taking a bite.

He takes a few more bites before handing it to the man and walking away. Now that his belly has stopped making noise, maybe he can focus more on where he is and what's his next step.

He's stopped though when a hand pulls him back by his arm. "Don't walk away like that. I found you half naked onbthe street and you got scared when your stomach growled, I'm worried."

The boy turns to him and for the first time, their eyes meet. The man freezes as he sees the unnaturally black irises of the other, almost dragging him in like a black hole.

"My name is Yoongi, what's yours?"

And as much as the boy wanted to say Adonael, how much he fought with his own tongue to form the word and speak it, he couldn't. Instead, the name he was doomed to live with, comes from his mouth.

"Jungkook."