Let Me Love You: Chasing Fire (Jikook) *COMPLETE

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"Yo Fire!"

Jimin stopped when he heard the voice of his friend Taemin behind him. He turned around and waited for the other to catch up to him. "Sup dude?"

"You've been scarce lately. What the fucks going on with you?" Taemin was taller than him and quite handsome too. He was a bully and a play boy with his blonde hair and thick lips.

"I was suspended for two days because I punched a guy." The shorter shrugged nonchalantly.

His friend laughed, "You just love picking fights, don't you? I thought you were laying low? Two more suspensions and you'll be expelled."

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Yeah well I didn't pick the fucking fight. Some asswipe was running his mouth so I shut him up. He's a pussy for even reporting that. I only hit him twice. It wasn't even a fight."

"Hmmm. Wanna teach them a lesson off school grounds?"

Jimin paused to look like he was thinking about it. He actually really didn't care, but Taemin could be really persistent sometimes. He shrugged, "I'll have a talk with him first. Then I'll let you know."

The taller nodded and clapped him on the back, "Okay man. See ya. I have a date." He snickered and winked at Jimin as he walked away.

Jimin frowned. He hadn't been on a date in forever. Back in the earlier parts of high school he would ask girls out. But he never felt anything. Then he started noticing how he felt about guys. So he asked a guy out, An Sabin. It had been pretty nice until he had moved away.

After that he had dated around and slept around but no one really peaked his interest. And at the moment, he wasn't really interested in dating because he had UWZ and that would raise too many questions.

The brown haired male pushed his hands in his pocket as he headed towards his motorcycle.

Out of nowhere there was a pressure on his back that made him stumble forward and fall to the ground. "What the-" he gasped when a dark cloth was placed over his head tightly. It wasn't plastic so he could still breath a little and the little spaces in the thin cloth provided some semblance of light.

Jimin struggled to stand upright as he tried to get the bag off his head but a searing pain shot across his side. He knew it all too well. Someone had kicked him.

The persons were eerily quiet as they held him down. Almost like they thought he would know their voices. "Youmufkers!" Jimin muffled out. He was now on his knees, using every ounce of strength to get the bag off his head. The person was securing it tightly around his neck and it was getting hard to breath.

Suddenly he was flung to the side and his skull connected with the edge of something. He hissed out as he fell to the ground in pain.

The bag loosened and he heard footsteps bound away from him. He wanted to see who had done it, but the pain in his head was so intense he struggled to take the bag off and by the time he did, they were long gone.

He groaned as he pressed his fingers to the side of his head. He could feel a warm liquid painting parallel lines in crimson red along his jaw, dripping unto his leather jacket. His head was pounding now and he tried to get up, but he felt a bit dizzy.

"I'd call you Min but I'm sure here you prefer Fire."

"What the fuck do you want?"