Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter One

I could believe only in the hell I was living in, a hell on earth, and it was man-made, not God-made.

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"I'm telling you that's a 9."

"No. It's 10."

"Don't make me angry. It is a clear 9."

"And I am telling you again that it is a 10"

Jimin glared at Younjun. Younjun glared back. And the topic of their heated discussion walked away to her class having no idea that the two people standing beside the food truck were discussing her ass size.

"It's a 9, just look at her jeans as she walks. See how it is swinging like my beer bottle swings when I hit it at someone's head."

"I thought you were comparing it to Monster Grandma's hip."

Jimin looked at him horridly. "Don't ruin my mood kiddo." His eyes went back to the girl walking away to what many others around them were going. To The most prestigious university in Korea. Seoul National University (SNU). It is known for it's history and unbending rules. It is also known as the college where only the most rich kids go to.

It saddened Jimin for a moment while he looked at the kid beside him who has now gone back to picking up the boxes containing Mineral water bottle, ready to take it inside the café. He must be just the same age as them. But their life is so different.

"Hyung, are you trying to fool along again? I am going to tell Taehyungi."

He takes it back. He doesn't feel anything for this little idiot. "How come he is Taehyungi and I am hyung."

The kid didn't need to answer this. The blush in his face said it all. "Aish..whatever. Just get back to work." He almost ran away from there making Jimin look at him dumbfounded. Then he saw another pair of jeans and of course another pair of ass. Just like that his attention was divided elsewhere.

His eyes got fixed at that fine ass and it would've stayed there for another good five minute if not for the commotion that soon took place before him. He was confused to find the kid not in front of the food truck. The noises were too loud by now but Jimin was searching for the kid.

And then he found him but the only thing he felt after that was rage. The view in front of him made him see red.

Younjun was on the floor with a pair of hand dropping water on his head. The boy seems to be cower away from it but unable to do so at the same time.

There were very less times when Jimin got angry but this was definitely one of them.

He walked forward, hand already formed in a fist as he pushed aside the boy who was still holding the water bottle in his hand then he helped the kid get back on his feet. "

The tears he was seeing in those eyes were filling his vision with blackness. Angry red blankness. Yet he kept calm, while looking at the kid avoiding the loud laughers coming from the small crowd of 10 to 12 people in front of them.

"Are you hurt?"

The kid sniffled while shaking his head but Jimin could see that he was injured, his arms got scratches here and there.

"How did it happen?" He asked while wiping the dust of his well worn tee shirt. It was ripped totally now. It was not in a good condition even before.

"Hyu...hyungiiii I fell."

A sigh left his lips as he wiped that kid's face where water was mixed with tears and blood. Then he looked forward. His eyes fell on the boy who was pouring the water a minute ago on the poor kid's head. "Was it fun to do it? Was it fun to watch a kid getting hurt like that?"