JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Ten

Maybe it was a mistake.

Jimin hadn't meant to get ahead of himself, but he had always been tempted to go back to his hometown. After all, it was just right there, right in his reach. He just had to go and visit that damned place. Of course.

He didn't take anything with him when he went. Not unless Seokjin is counted.

He wanted to stop by this place with his lover. It was supposed to be an enjoyable day visiting old memories. How was Jimin supposed to know that it would end so horribly?

When they got there, things immediately started to become familiar, yet some aspects were changed. It had been so many years since he had been there. Everything rushed to his head as he saw familiar buildings and walkways. He remembers growing up here. He remembers when he was normal. When he didn't need blood to survive, didn't have to fight the urge to kill people for their blood, and didn't have so many abilities.

"This place is very beautiful," Seokjin told him. "I never thought of moving here. There are too many people for me here."

Jimin's eyes lit up.

There was an old building that nobody would ever own, but now there is a hanging sign above the door, a sign for portraits.

"Hyung," he tugged Seokjin's arm. They don't have artists in their town. Of course this big city has it. And of course Jimin wanted a painting of them together. After all, it is memories. Memories to be cherished.

"Let's go inside," Seokjin smiled at him, already knowing what Jimin wanted.

Jimin tugged him towards the building, grinning wide. It didn't take long for the two to go in and pay to have their portrait be sketched and painted. The artist was friendly and quick at what she did, but she was odd.

The art was beautiful. She painted a whole masterpiece out of them, and though it cost a lot, they both seemed to love it.

But how do they just carry it?

Seokjin asked the lady to keep the painting until later this evening, before she would go home. She agreed to do so.

After that was settled and they left the building, it had become chilly outside. Though Jimin didn't mind, loving the wind in his hair as usual. As they walked around, just gazing, Jimin had brought them to a certain place, which may have been the mistake.

His old home.

But, there wasn't his home.

There was everything he had known and loved, drove to the ground. He recognized nothing. But there was a destroyed house, old wood and dust, and all he could think about was how his house had been taken down. His house had been completely abolished.

His home.

The home with his mother and father, and all of the memories it held with them together. His brother. His younger brother, and all of the memories they held in this house; playing, bickering, shared bedroom, and memories of eating dinner together as a family does. Like a normal human. Jimin began to think if his and his brother's home was at least still up, hopefully not taken down as well.

Then something hit him.

They're all gone.

His family is no longer there. No longer alive. His mother, precious and beautiful. His father, always outgoing and loving. His little brother, who was always a little shit, but so was Jimin. His little brother, who was the silliest person Jimin knew, but he was always there for him in serious times. Jimin's little brother, who he hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to.

They're all dead. They must be.

"Jimin-ah?"

Seokjin's voice brought Jimin back to Earth, a sudden gasp leaving his throat. He covered his mouth, only then realizing that he had tears in his eyes. Instantly, the tears fell down and started pouring down his cheeks, but just as quickly, Seokjin had pulled Jimin into his arms, wrapping him into a tight hug.

He stroked Jimin's hair, so gently reassuring him with soothing words and loving touches. Jimin couldn't help but cry. He knew that these things had happened, but he had never come here to see it; to observe it. He didn't expect it to hit him like this, though.

He never really got to say goodbye.

"I'm sorry," the older whispered as he pressed soft kisses on his head. "I had no idea where we were going. Please don't cry, Jimin."

Jimin shook his head into Seokjin's neck. "Y-You didn't know. Don't apologize."

"Well—"

"Well, hello Park Jimin."

Jimin pulled away from Seokjin almost too quickly, gasping at the familiar, not so friendly voice ringing in his ear. He startled Seokjin, his eyes widening as he fled from his hold.

Jimin didn't even have to look to know who exactly was standing near them. He knew the deep, charming voice of Han Siwoo. He blinked away his tears, noticing that Seokjin was glancing over in confusion.

"Hyung, let's go home."

But his words were ignored by Siwoo. "Aw, what? You don't want to stick around?"

Jimin shook his head up at Seokjin, who was furrowing his eyebrows at him. "Hyung. L-Let's just go home, okay?"

  Jimin tugged at the older's arm but didn't miss the way Jin watched Siwoo with a distrustful, yet uncertain look. Siwoo merely smirked, having somehow caught Jimin not only in a vulnerable moment, but he was seen with Seokjin, who didn't know about Siwoo or knew that Jimin even had an ex.

He eventually pulled Seokjin away from the city, not without their painting, but it didn't help Jimin in the slightest. He was still hurting deep down, whether his heart was beating or not. Going into his hometown wasn't supposed to hurt him this way. He still has feelings.

But now they're shattered.

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