JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Five

  Jimin works for what seems like ages. Maybe it had been ages. How long had he been in this town? How long had it been since he hasn't zoned out and forgotten about everything around him? He felt like he was dead— quite literally.

  Working in the town became harder and harder. Not because of the work; the work was easy for him. It always had been. For years, Jimin had so easily done what he needed to do to keep his house. Then the problem became stuff like supplies. Never food, though. He never needed that, at least. Within time, he had become harsh when it came to money.

  Everyone did.

  Working in the town wasn't hard because of the work. No. It was hard because of the fact that everyone had begun to spiral.

  Jimin was nice to the townspeople, he always was. Even when Taehyung came in, he offered the guy a place to stay. He wasn't expecting him to actually accept, but it was nice to not be alone, he guesses. He didn't really want to make friends, but he and Taehyung never really talk much to each other.

  He basically just uses Jimin's house for storage and nothing more.

  It took years and years, and Jimin felt like he was living a life of hell. He wasn't even living a life. He had his house paid for. He could've easily stopped working, stopped caring about his appearance, and just rot in his bed for the rest of his life. Nobody would know.

  However, Jimin started to feel uncomfortable living in the town. People started rumors. They started rumors about Jimin or sometimes Taehyung too. The other man had done some questionable things, apparently, and they were questioning Jimin's never-aging skin, his power to do such heavy lifting all the time, and never eating with them when they offered.

  It came to the point that people started to become scared of him. That's when Jimin knew that he had to visit his roots.

  After years and years, Jimin can't even remember— what year is it? 1810? 1814? Something like that, right?

  Whatever.

  It had been quite some time since he had last sat down to have a talk with the people he knew could help him out the most.

  Jimin knew exactly where Seokjin's house was. The town was small. He had seen them around, but when was the last time he had seen them? He remembers seeing Hoseok, the smiley man, at the bar. He saw Namjoon visiting an old man's house, dimpled smile as he stepped up onto the man's porch. And Seokjin. He last saw him wandering the alleys, just like how he first met him.

  But when was that? Years ago?

  He strolled up to that familiar house, the cute little wooden one with the fireplace. The one down the road from the bar, which is where Seokjin had found him that day.

  When he made his way to the front door, the memories started to hit him hard. He suddenly became a little weaker, as if he was becoming the same person from years and years ago, as if he was that fresh, new bloodsucker again.

  He knocked on the door with shaky hands, frowning at the drop in his stomach.

  The door opened and Jimin was ready to greet one of the three, but his eyebrows furrowed as a middle-aged woman came into view. That's not... who it was supposed to be.

  "Can I help you?"

  Jimin had never even seen this person before. She looked sort of familiar, but not in the way that he knew her. But she had the same cheekbones as Hoseok, nearly.

  "Uhm, yes, ma'am," Jimin bowed slightly to her, still confused as to what to do. "Is— Is Jung Hoseok around anywhere?"

  The woman leaned her head back, eyeing Jimin. "Why?" She then tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at him.

  "He's a friend of mine."

  She hummed. "Well, he hasn't been here for quite a while. Some friend you are." Jimin didn't know why that hurt to hear, but she opened the door a little wider, making him shake it off of his mind. "He's in another town. The one next to the big town. You know, Hanja? Go to Hanja. He's there."

  The big town— Jimin's hometown. Hanja is right next to it. Why had they gone there? Why did they abandon their home?

  The woman began to close the door on him, but Jimin threw his hand in the door to catch it, not slipping his mind that it probably seemed weird to do so to a stranger.

  "I— Um, is Hoseok's friends with him as well?" he asked her.

  A nod.

  Jimin bowed quickly to her. "Alright. Thank you so much, ma'am!" he quickly said.

  She hummed back at him.

  "Good luck, kid."

  If only she knew how old he really was.

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