BTS Imagines 3

Jimin ♡ Lost In The Lights

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Word count: 2,363

Crowded.
That was the current state of the club you were currently in. The building was packed from wall to wall with people enjoying a night out, you included. It wasn't often you went to places like this, however you decided to get out of your stuffy house and try to have some fun somewhere you don't usually go.
The club was mostly dark, save for the flashing lights set up at the front of the room where the DJ booth sat. The pulsing bass was so powerful you could feel the vibrations in your chest. You weren't the type to approach a stranger and start dancing with them, so you kept to yourself and sat at the bar, your foot tapping along to the upbeat music that filled the room.

"Excuse me." A guy called over the music, waving the bartender down as he approached.
The barkeep leaned over to hear the man give his order and got to work on preparing it. The stranger rested his elbows on the bar top, his eyes roaming the vast wall of alcohol behind the bar. Your head tilted to the side as you gave the man a once over, a feeling of familiarity tugging at your gut. Brushing it off, you turned your attention back to your beverage, condensation already collecting on the outside of the glass. You leaned forward and took a rather large sip of the fruity drink, the bitter aftertaste of alcohol following afterwards.
You could feel someone's eyes on you, glancing over to find the handsome stranger who had been waiting on his drink staring at you.
"Do I know you?" He asked over the music.
That's a crappy pickup line. You thought.
"I don't think so."
"Sorry. I thought you looked familiar. My mistake." He apologized, turning his attention back to the man mixing his beverage.

The bartender gave the stranger his drink and you thought he walked off to join the crowd, but he didn't. Instead, he came to stand beside you, leaning onto the bar top.
"Sorry to bother you again. Your name wouldn't happen to be Y/n, would it?"
You blinked a few times. "It is. Why?"
The man's eyes lit up, a bright and gleaming smile taking over his features.
"It's me, Jimin."
Your brows raised in realization. Jimin. Of course. You went to high school with him during your freshman year. The both of you hung out during the classes you shared and sat together sometimes at lunch, but he moved away before sophomore year started and you hadn't seen him since. He changed a lot. His face used to be more round, his cheeks soft-looking.
He seemed to have lost some of the fat in his cheeks, his face slim and sculpted. His hair was it's natural black color and was grown out into a short mullet; the style suited him well.
"Park Jimin?" You asked.
He nodded, visibly tickled that you knew him.
"No way." You chuckled happily as he took a seat beside you. "It's been years."
"It has." He nodded.
"I hardly recognized you. You grew up."
"So did you."
"Not really." You shrugged. "You recognized me pretty quick, I probably look exactly the same."
"I actually wasn't sure if it was you or not, that's why I asked. You've changed quite a bit."
"In a good way or a bad way?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.
"A good way."
"You too."
He chuckled, the melodic and pleasant sound like music to your ears. "Well, we were freshmen and still in our awkward phases."
"That's true." Your index finger absentmindedly dragged down the side of your glass, collecting the condensation. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Clearing my head." He responded, downing his entire drink in just a few seconds before waving the bartender down and asking for another.
"Pretty sure alcohol does the opposite of clearing your head."
"Then I guess I'm trying to cloud it." He forced a small and apathetic smile.
"Life kicking you in the butt?" You inquired.
"You could say that."
You nodded, choosing not to pry any further. The two of you haven't seen each other in years, you're sure he's not comfortable opening up right off the bat.
"What brings you here?" Jimin turned the question back on you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Trying something new."
"You don't normally frequent places like this?"
"Not at all." You chuckled, taking another sip of your drink. "I've been to a couple clubs in the past. It's not really my scene, but I do enjoy sitting at the bar and having a couple drinks every once in a while."
The bartender placed a second drink in front of Jimin who downed it immediately and stood up from the bar stool.
You glanced over at him, giving him a questioning look as he stepped away.
"You coming?" He asked.
"Where?"
"To the dance floor."
"Oh. That's not really my thing."
"Would you at least dance with me for one song?"
You threw an apprehensive glance towards the crowded dance floor, then at Jimin.
"Alright, fine. Just one song though."