Jimin was going insane with guilt over what had happened to Jin. It felt like an itch on his back that he couldn't scratch, even though he was extremely flexible. It didn't help that his friends wore sad, miserable, and accusatory expressions. The last one was directed at him and if he was being honest with himself, he was feeling the same way.
Why couldn't he protect the ones he cared for?
Being half assassin and having the power of foresight was depressing, especially for a seventeen-year-old. Why couldn't they have it a little easier? Nothing was more agonizing than witnessing the world disintegrate in front of his eyes. And his power was ineffective.
Life was so bitter. Would they even make it out alive?
His grandmother may have survived her era but they didn't face this. At least, she never told him anything about it. Deciding he had had enough of the suffocating feeling, Jimin stood up from the bed and walked out of his room. He listened to the voices of the others in Namjoon's room, content with the fact that they were safe before he pivoted and left their dorms.
He stepped out of the gate as the sun was setting. Jimin was confronted with the location where everything had gone wrong. He sniffed as if inhaling the lingering traces of the things he could have avoided. He paused for a moment longer before walking away. If only he could lay his hands on the students, but that was a fraction of the problem. However, It was impossible to predict what he would do to them if he did see them.
He wasn't a fan of violence, especially when it meant getting his hands dirty, but there's nothing more terrible than being helpless. As a result, he understood that since the students chose violence, he would assist them in seeing it through. As he saw fit.
Headmaster Bang had opted to handle it this time. As a result, Jimin needed to find a way to release his pent-up feelings. He considered going for a run in his wolf form as he entered the darkest portion of the woods. Only one other option remained, and that was to dance, but he chose to leave school to avoid everyone. Running should suffice.
He crouched down to unlace his shoes when he heard the gentle ruffling of leaves behind him. He turned around quickly only to halt when he saw his boyfriend. If he didn't hear the latter following him thus far, he must have been completely distracted.
As if he read his mind, Suga replied. "Don't beat yourself up. I didn't follow you immediately."
"What are you doing here?" Jimin asked, standing up to walk closer to him.
"I'm taking you for a walk. I also have some grocery shopping to do. Hobi has used up all of my deodorants. One of these days, I may succumb to the need to murder him." Jimin chuckled at his boyfriend's outburst of words. It was fascinating to see how Suga and Hobi's personalities differed.
"This time, why don't you just buy two deodorants and leave one for him so he wouldn't use yours?" They started walking towards the route that would lead them out of the woods and into the Bangtan school's subterranean garage, which was reserved for all students.
As they went, Suga clutched his hand tightly. "Why should I bother? He has his own money and can walk. He should purchase it and put it to good use. Instead, he goes to the store and purchases a different brand, then returns to use mine." After a little pause, he continued.
"How do you feel about it?"
Jimin inquired, "About what?"
"In the middle of the night, I'm going to shave his legs? Do you think he'll learn his lesson?"
Jimin let out a breathless cry. "Hyung! That is incredibly cruel. Why don't you just shave in a zigzag pattern to give the hair an uneven appearance?"
"And I'm the bad guy?"
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Of Rogues And Sunshines | Hyunlix
FanfictionLife was fairly normal for sixteen year old werewolf, Hwang Hyunjin until his father dies and he is declared the killer. His punishment was to be tossed out of the pack as a rogue and to never return. His friends who are also his band mates in schoo...