Hush Little Baby [VMinKook]

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Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Nothing has changed.

This place that is.

From the outside it's still an abandoned old school, hidden to the side of the highway, down a barren street, surrounded by trees from either side to arrive upon a large parking lot with that old high school building up ahead. Appeared forgotten, but very much alive.

The headquarters of Phoenix.

And right behind this building is the neighborhood and urban streets where Jimin grew up in, all leading to the city of Busan that lies in along, far distance behind.

This is his district. Where he grew up. Where the poor relied on something powerful to finally feel like they have the upper hand in a society where they're spat on; used to overwork with little pay; not expected to achieve here than where they are now.

Phoenix.

Man, how nostalgic is it to be back here.

Jimin grimaces to the sight, adjusting the blazer on his body before moving forward. There's a few broken down cars stranded here, Phoenix Children either on it as they converse or do other shit that Jimin preferred not lingering his gaze on to dwell the familiar memories that's coiling in his head. He just continues with a head high, past the few crowds of children and hush whispers circulating the air as he passes by them to the front entrance.

This is when it began to feel like a whirl of memories grew more powerful and reflective.

Phoenix children are everywhere, despite how late it is; talking, cheering onto a friendly fighting match by the center of the lobby, hollering and howling on the staircases or on ground level with every single on of them glowing with a familiar tattoo on their skin. Others are moving around the hallways, many smoking, a couple drinking, large enough betting money.

A life Jimin use to be part of.

Actively.

Maybe now it has grown a bit more reckless since the last time he's been here, but this was the only place where everyone was equal and did not feel like an outcast.

As much as Jimin hated to admit it - but that's how he felt the second he stepped into the scene.

Like home.

Dammit.

"Been a long time fallen bird," A familiar voice spoke, one that made Jimin freeze in his stance, "Or should I say Jewel."

Jimin's eyes snaps to the tender yet amusing voice that oozes the pair of lips from beside him, slowly turning his head to see a male standing there next to him with a soft mess of dirty blonde hair now parted down the middle and caressing his handsome face in waves - as though he was the one fighting a few moments ago in there.