noctivagant | park jimin | ✓

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ chapter three ⋆｡°☽° ｡⋆｡☁︎°｡⋆

Jimin stared at Hoseok, caught off-guard by his appearance.

Where were all of these hot men coming from?

He appeared Jimin's age with a lean body. He looked athletic without being bulky with visible muscle. He wore a pair of white shorts and a loose-fitting blue and white striped shirt. His outfit was topped with a wide-brimmed white hat. His sunglasses were thick-rimmed and completely black.

Jimin caught a whiff of the man's cologne and noted that he smelled expensive. Very expensive.

How could he help me? Why does he know my name?

Jimin tried to pull away, but Hoseok placed his hands on his shoulders. He forced Jimin to remain by the pole. "You're going to fall over," he said. "Here, hold onto me."

Jimin gave Hoseok a confused look, struggling to see past his squinting eyes. "What?"

The ground beneath Jimin's feet tilted and he found himself already tipping. Hoseok quickly caught him and forced him to stand upright, or Jimin thought it was upright. The world was spinning too fast. He struggled to focus on anything, it was as if reality was sliding away from him.

"Hoba, people are staring."

Jimin lifted his weary head and saw the shape of another man behind Hoseok. Then he looked at his car and found somebody lying on his hood.

His stomach flipped as a wave of various emotions went through him: embarrassment, confusion, and panic. Jimin didn't understand how he was able to throw somebody onto his car. He wasn't strong enough to do that.

What was happening to him? Why did he feel like he was dying?

"I'm sorry," Jimin stammered. "I'm sorry to—" he looked at his car again with guilt. "I'm sorry I—"

"Don't worry," Hoseok interrupted in a gentle tone. "I understand."

Jimin shot Hoseok with another look of confusion. "You can't—" he coughed. "This isn't normal, I'm not a violent person, I swear. I don't know what came over me."

"Good thing we found you when we did," Hoseok answered in relief. "You aren't looking good. We should go."

To the hospital. They're going to take me to the hospital.

"Don't take me—" Jimin coughed again. He moaned as another stabbing pain went through his leg. "I can't go to the hospital. Please don't..."

"Are you fellas doing alright?" somebody shouted from afar.

"Yes, we're okay!" the man standing behind Hoseok replied.

Hoseok shook his head in response to Jimin. "We're not going to the hospital."

"Home?" Jimin asked.

He shook his head again. "There's a lot to explain, but we need to get you out of the sun. And something to drink."

Jimin finally found his balance and pulled from Hoseok's grasp. "Good idea," he agreed. He looked to the nearby restaurant with hope. "I think... that would help..." He tried to walk toward it but his feet were heavy as bricks.

"No no, not there," Hoseok steered him back towards his car. "We'll take our car and head back to our place."

"Why?" Jimin asked, frowning. He stumbled beside his car and looked at the man still on the hood of his car. He stopped in his tracks when the man's face came into focus.

It's the guy from the beach.

"It's you."

The man smiled wryly as he sat up, now sitting on Jimin's car. "It's me."