Exposed to the media at an early age. He was known as Korean Beauty. One of the most influential actor and beauty pageant winners of his time.
He was young, the apple of the eyes and a temptation, seductress.
A winner. He was no loser. In his life...
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They walk down the sidewalk, his hand now has a bandage on it. The night is chilly and the August air is becoming colder at night. They wear a sweater as they walk around.
"Why are you mad at Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, they both hold the Chinese takeout box with them and chopsticks as they eat. Jimin looks at him.
"I'm not mad at that asshole, I'm just upset that he's almost thirty and so irresponsible." He says. Jungkook purses his lips.
"Well maybe you guys should just sit down and talk, you guys opened the mechanic shop together and you work together. You can't keep ignore each other." He says and a peck is a place on his lips.
"I know," Jimin whispers before shoving food in his mouth.
"You know you never told me about yourself."
"You never told me about yourself either," Jimin says and Jungkook hums.
"My parents were immigrants. My mother became a citizen after marrying Tom. My dad died when I was three, I started acting in May's Love at three. I started doing pageants at four, I wanted to join them ever since the day that I watched Miss Universe. I have never lost. I don't plan on losing. I never will." Jungkook says and Jimin looks at him for a moment and he nods.
"Why don't you lose?"
"Because I am a winner and I am not a loser." Jungkook replies and Jimin nods, he chuckles.
"My father used to abuse me when I was a child, I got an engineering and mechanic scholarship when I had won a contest in high school for creating a robot out of kitchen utensils. I stole them from the Family Consumer Science room. My parents were addicts. They died three years ago when they were high, they drove off the highway and into a building. I met Yoongi in college and I managed to use the money my sister would give me every month to keep everything in check and eat everyday, but that meant that I would have to wake up extra early so that I could walk to college. I used to sneak into Psychology class in the afternoon and then I would have classes in the morning. The professor was an old man, almost 70 so I took advantage of his age to let me be in his class that's why I know about that." He hums and continues to eat his food.
"You have a sister?" Jimin grows quiet.
"I did, she died five years ago. She used to smoke cigarettes and take shit like Meth and Ecstasy so that she could lose weight, she worked in boutiques and she would be the model for the designers. But then at twenty-three, I got a call and it was the hospital. She had an overdose, it wasn't the first time. It happened before, I found her trying to take a whole bag of Meth and she overdosed. But the second time her system was weak, she hasn't eaten, slept, and her lungs couldn't take it anymore from smoking. She died at midnight, they didn't try to revive her. I told them not to after they said that if they did she would still die because of how weak she was. I didn't want to see her in pain and I was selfish too, after trying to help her so much even putting her in rehab it didn't work and I didn't want to suffer too." He whispers as he eats and Jungkook nods, he looks down at his food.
"I'm glad that you aren't doing that shit," Jimin says and he looks at Jungkook.
"What would you do if I was." Jimin stares at him for a moment.
"I'd leave you, I am tired of living and knowing that all the people I care about have an addiction. I rather walk away because I'm tired of it." He says bluntly and Jungkook nods, he looks down at his food again and he continues to eat his food. Humming every so often. They finish and they throw the trash in a trash can.
They look ahead of themselves and they see a firework stand, Jimin grabs his hand and they walk together towards it buying them and Jimin grabs the color smoke. They walk around the park where there is a group of families and children who have fireworks.
"It isn't the 4 of July," Jungkook says and Jimin looks at him as he takes out a lighter he sets down a firework.
"It doesn't need to be the Fourth of July to enjoy fireworks." He says and he lights it up before grabbing Jungkook's hand and running away from it. It's an explosion and they both laugh as they look up at the sky and the colorful sparks, jumping when it explodes again they stare at the fireworks.
When they finish Jimin grabs a firecracker, sets it on the ground, and uses his lighter to turn it on. Running back to Jungkook, he jumps at the loud popping sound emitting from it and they sit down enjoying it.
Jungkook giggles, he throws himself on Jimin who chuckles and they pull apart their heads against each other. They stare, smile on their faces, and then once again.
They kiss.
It almost feels as if the only metaphor the younger can use to describe it is when finally feeling your feet on top of the sand. The soft and yet rough gravel-like sand against your toes and the ocean waves washing it away and you forget the sensation when it occurs you feel the same pleasure, the same need, yet each time you love it more and more.
Jungkook loved it. Jungkook loves him.
He loved his handsome face, his laugh, and how his eyes would turn into crescents when he smiled, he loves everything about him, even the way he would fanboy over cars when he'd see them, or when he'd show off how much of a smartass he was. He loved Jimin and his mind. His mind was a diamond. Beautiful, cold, hard, and brilliant.
That moment nothing mattered, the world didn't matter.
