“And that is a knockout! Park Jimin has once again proven himself the boxer the world is talking about. He keeps the trophy! All hail, THE KING OF THE RING! PARK JIMIN!”
Sweat trickled down Jimin’s toned body as he heard the voice from the speakers, lips forming a wide smile.
Oh he knew it. He WAS the king of the ring. The boy raked a hand through his sweat laden hair, the other hand in the air in triumph as the crowd chanted the boy’s name. He loved being who he was. Oh he loved it so much. He stayed standing there, closing his eyes as he took it in. His moment. His moment of absolute glory. His smile was intact, the chants never fading. If they hadn’t told him to get fresh and out the ring, he would never have; heavens knew he’d never have.
He was driven to his hotel room shortly after, his best friends with him. Every now and then, he’d keep reminding himself it was real. It was real that he had the trophy in his hands. It was real that his best friends were screaming about his win sitting beside him, it was all real. The adrenaline was real. The happy tears were real. The praises were real. He was real. His dream was real.
“Well, your majesty?” A boy visibly taller than Jimin stood in the doorway as Jimin walked out of the shower, in his bathrobe.
The said boy chuckled, still drying his hair with a towel, sitting down on the chair in front of the full length mirror in his dressing room, and the other boy stood right behind him, smiling wide.
“You were so good tonight, Jimin-ah. You always have been.”
Jimin closed his eyes, smiling still, the excitement of the huge win still pumping through his veins. Oh sweet, sweet victory.
“If you wouldn’t have been there for me, Taehyung, none of this would ever have been possible.”
The boy named Taehyung smiled, hands on his best friend’s shoulders. The pair was young, but their moments after victory would always be stoic; patient smiles and nostalgia before they let the boyish nature take over, drowning in alcohol.
“I’m always gonna be here.” The boy replied, making Jimin open his eyes.
“I know, Tae. Thank you.”
Taehyung chuckled, patting his shoulders, now. “Get up, then!! Booze awaits.”
“Can you ever let the sweet moment last?”
“I’ve tried and you don’t like it very much, Mr. Eclipse.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. How many times did he have to tell him? He didn’t know why his mood was synced with eclipse patterns. His friends weren’t ready to hear, anyway.
“Stop with that.”
Taehyung snorted, already taking out his clothes for him.
“Me and Namu are waiting, don’t take too long, moon guy.”
“I hate you, Kim Taehyung.” Jimin’s smile contradicted the comment blatantly.
Taehyung chuckled, laying out the clothes and walking out.
“I love you, too.”
The boy left Jimin to change, whose smile knew no bounds that night. He loved being there. He loved being Park Jimin. He loved being a smile on so many faces, the happy tears in so many eyes. He loved living to make other people know they could too. He loved it. At least in that moment, he felt like the cosmos was his.
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Heaven's Denied
Fanfictionthe cosmos gets reduced to jungkook's eyes as soon as he breathes as a mortal; for the first time in centuries, an abdicated deity. and his heartbeat gets reduced to a person's gaze. the gaze he's been chasing for, for all of his eternity. his hands...
