Smoke - Yoonmin

1.

8:08pm
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The trees were moving, air was flowing with a cold temperature. It was probably 40-50 degrees outside, who knew- the man sitting on the bench was too lazy to look. He sat there, watching the streets as smoke blew out of from his lips, into the cold air. Life at that moment seemed nice and calm. He slunched in his seat, taking another hit off his blunt. He chose to go outside after dark, when it was cold and quiet. Because it was winter, not many people were outside past 6pm unless they were coming home from a party, work, or was throwing a party- no kids were out.

He took it as a chance to get peace and quiet, listening to the winds howls and the cars go by. It calmed him, he was happy then and there. Every night, went back around 10 pm after his mother was asleep.

He didn't have much care for his family, only his little brother who was 14 years old. He had looked at him like a son almost, that's how shitty his parents were. He feels bad for his brother, honestly.

When he was growing up, his parents were young and fresh to the world- in their twenties and thirties. They didn't have problems, but for his brother his dad was starting to get abusive when his brother was around the age 11. His mom was drinking, so she was never sober. Their mother cared for them, though. She tried when she was sober, but not what she wasn't. She was barely sober.

It pained him.

His name was yoongi, and his brothers name was minho.

Yoongi closed his eyes as the wind blew strongly, he enjoyed the feeling of cold air blowing against his skin. The happiness he felt, being all alone- it was quite sad actually. He never found going to amusement parks with his family fun, or having a nice little dinner. Weird, isn't it?

At that moment, he looked up, seeing something move.
Yoongi was confused, though. There was some random kid chilling on the swings- looked to be like 19? Yoongi never really saw anyone else here after dark, but that one kid has been around for the past week, chilling on the swings on his phone.

There was smoke wondering around, most likely from yoongis blunt. That kid, the one on the swing always had headphones so he can't even ask him who he is. Not that it's even necessary anyways, he's just curious.

Taking another hit, he took a big one accidentally, a little too big- he started bursting out with loud coughs. Embarssing, even if no one saw what he looked like. That kid could even hear him, at least he thoughg because he flinched at the coughing noises.

It's a good thing he brought himself a drink, though. He could soothe his throat. You know, cause he just started coughing a lot.
Yoongis vision got kinda blurry for about 10 minutes, probably feeling dizzy. He got up, and started walking around at the park. He figured that he should listen to some music and just enjoy nature until he went inside because it was now 9:06pm, he's been outside for an hour now.

He plugged his headphones in from his pocket, and plugged them into his phone. Then he brought the plugs to his ears and started playing a Spotify playlist, that reminded him of someone who used to care for. But, sadly, they died.

Yoongi was wearing some somewhat beat up sneakers, and walking around in the wet grass only made them worse. The grass was pretty, even though you can barely see it- it still shimmered amongst the light poles that were placed around every 100 or more feet, he doesn't know. He doesn't care either.

He saw a frog jump past him, he almost screamed because it was a startle, but kept it in. He shook it off, just continued walking around the park/playground area. It was his favourite place, as well.

For some reason he felt as if the random boy, swinging on the swing set was watching him every two to three minutes, and he felt the need to walk perfectly so he wouldn't embarrass himself. Which gave him somewhat uncomfortable feeling, but it's whatever. He took another hit, loads of smoke coming out this time because it was a big one. Not enough to burn his throat much, because he was used to it.

Yoongi is 21 years old, he's been smoking since he was 19 , sure not that long, but he smoked around the age of 15 and 16. Stopped cause his dad found out. Now he does it again, this time his parents can't stop him.

Yoongi has his own apartment, but he visits his brother on the weekends, and it's Saturday right now. Plus, his apartment isn't too far. Only three miles? If that.

He felt something, staring at him. Probably that boy again. So he decided to go to the swings, but not sit next to him- sit all the way on the opposite side of him. He could catch him staring at him now or maybe the boy would talk to him instead of being so awkward.

He took another hit off of his blunt, but he took his headphones out. He was starting to get sleepy. Maybe he'd go in early this time.

The boy, the one on the swing went closer to Yoongi, he looked like he was getting ready to talk. He shut his phone off, looking at Yoongi for a second. His lips looked frozen, plump. They looked pretty. Is that weird?

The boys eyes were round and brown, the shine, you could see it in the dark. His nose was perfect, even more weird?
His skin was beautiful, it was clear and shiny- in a clean way. Not a gross way. His clothes he wore, a simple red and white stripped button shirt. His pants, well, you couldn't see them that well.

The boy blinked, and opened his mouth.

"Hello." He said, with a small smile. Yoongi decided to be nice and speak. "Uhm, hello? " came out with a settle tone, not too loud- not too quiet.

"You know, what youre holding in your hand can kill you, right? "

"Yes, I know. Thanks for telling me. " Yoongi said back, not meaning to sound rude.

"Oh."

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1000 words - it's not much, but I am busy today so I can't do much and I wanted to post the first chapter today. I hope it's interesting enough for you to want to continue reading, I'm excited to write this story out! I was gonna have him meet jimin chapters later, but wtverrr it's fine!

Oh btw, please ignore the switches from ur, you're, your, and whatever else.

-Bts_Dope12