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There is a boy, holding his phone with earphones in his ear, having his eyes shut, listening to the music and the warm breeze of spring having the fragrance of different flowers, brushed through his delicate face. His nose is frail to the pollen grains, he sneezed softly, brushing his nose with his slender finger. He fumbles through his backpack, finding the searching the first zipper with his fingers, he unzips it and feels every material kept inside, he touched something like a card, must be a bus pass. He pushes it aside, hands digging deeper, and found a cloth material, he feels the surface and smiles knowing it's his mask.

He removed the black glasses and removed the earphones, wearing the mask. He is allergic to pollen, but he loves flowers. He often visits this park for having a peaceful movement with himself. He wore his glasses back and softly unplugs the earphones from his phone and folds the earphone, his hand moves to the left side tapping on the bench, looking for its case. Jungkook showed his teeth and took it and kept his earphones inside the case and carefully inside his second zipper of the bag.

He touched the right side taking a stick and stood up, swinging his backpack over his left shoulder, keeping the phone inside his pocket. He held the stick tightly in his grip and another hand in the air, he walks forwards tapping the ground with his stick to avoid any obstacles in his way.

"Let me help you," he heard a voice on his left and a hand touching his left arm, the boy shook his head.

"It's ok, I'll manage. Please continue with your work. " The boy smiled saying this and bowed his head lightly with gratitude of other person's kindness.

"Are you sure?" The helper asked again, wanting to be assured. He hums, nodding his head.

"Ok, please be careful!" Then the presence of a foreign person vanished. The boy nodded, taking a step forward, tapping the stick from left to right. He had memorized his path back home. He has also counted steps, for each turn.

The boy takes a turn after 17 steps to the left and dashed with another person and quickly apologized, bowing his head holding the stick close to his chest.

"No, no it's ok. Please be careful! Can I help you?" The boy shook his head again and said the same thing. He started his journey back to his home, his hand in the air, touching the surface of the traffic pole. He stood in his place.

"Excuse me...is the light red?" The boy asked looking to the right hearing some teens talking and expected an answer.

"Yes, " he heard and smiled brightly. He took his stick in the air and raised his left foot to cross the road. But, felt arms wrapped around his waist and his right hand being held and pulled backward forcefully.

"Are you crazy!" The boy was confused from the voice, holding stress and worry then he heard a high-speed car passing by. He understands what the other meant.

"I-I'm sorry...I asked the other person and said the light is red. " The boy explained turning around to the voice.

"Yes, it was red but was about to turn green for the vehicles to pass. What's your name?" The person asked and the boy looks up as if seeing the man's face.

"Jungkook. "

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