Like Crazy

One

Chills raced up and down Jimin's arms as he rubbed at them with his chilled hands. It wasn't freezing, spring was already nearing the end of its course, but it was still cold enough for him to feel it as he made his way home from work. Without a car he had no choice but to walk since the week before all of the rims had been stolen off of the clunker he did have as well as the entire engine to boot. So it was sitting at the shop while he scrounged up as much money as he could to not only survive, but somehow fix it. When in reality he knew that it was more than likely going to have to be sold for scrap metal. He was just holding onto the last bit of hope that he could muster.

The sound of his heels hitting the pavement was loud in the night as he continued his trek home, his outfit nowhere near appropriate for the streets of Seoul but given his profession and the time that it was... he knew that no one would bother him unless it was a pig trying to get him in the backseat of their cruiser for a 'good time'. Just thinking about it made him roll his eyes. He wasn't anywhere near a prostitute, but a stripper and go-go dancer at one of the most hole-in-the-wall clubs in the city. The work wasn't glorious by any means, and more nights than not he made little to no money due to the fact barely anyone knew of the place. But it was better than the alternative and him having to find work at a more... 'lucrative'... establishment and be discovered. At least at Magnate he was safe.

It had been five years since he had started dancing. Five long years since he had been disowned from his family for being attracted to men and was forced to run away from home, drop out of college, and delete any trace of his existence imaginable just so that they wouldn't hunt him down and find him. Because to his parents and golden child brother, disowning him hadn't been enough. No, they wanted to ruin his reputation completely by attempting to lie in order to get him committed to a psyche ward and then when that didn't work they tried involving churches that had tried and almost successfully abducted him three times before he had had enough and ran. Deleting his entire presence online was hard to do. And giving up all of his friends and opportunities had been even harder. But it was more important to survive and at the rate things were escalating back home in Busan he was scared that it was going to go as far as murder if he didn't just... disappear.

So he had ran and hid until he came to Seoul. With no money to his name he had been sleeping in parks and in alley ways when the manager of Magnate found him, cleaned him up, and offered him a job. The next day he was dancing and he hadn't stopped since. Even with him barely making ends meat it was better then being discovered.

Hopefully by now they thought he was dead or had fled the country and weren't even trying to find him. But last that he had heard the few times he had been brave enough to look up his family on Facebook through a burner his brother was now a successful high profile prosecutor and was living it up in a penthouse with their parents. There was no news of him being with someone or having any children, but from the looks of things there was a chance that he was in Seoul as well now. But in the much nicer part of Gangnam the Hill. So there was thankfully no chance of them running into each other given the way to different lifestyles that they were leading.

Jimin also looked a hell of a lot different then he did back when he had still been at home. Back then, he had been the epitome of straight (only thing straight about him) and narrow. Not a single tattoo touched his skin. There were no piercings in his ears. His hair was still in the shape of a bowl cut and pure black just as it had been since the day that he was born. And his outfits consisted of button ups and polo's with either khakis or plain jeans. He didn't even wear jewelry back then and his glasses had been large and bulbous. The kind that needed tape in the center of them in order to keep them together. Now though... now Jimin looked like an entirely different person. It was as if during his escape the old Jimin had died and a new one was born as he had begun his career in dancing for money. His hair was now a bubble gum pink that was messy and styled in a way where it was easy for the more handsy of clients to pull at his hair as he ground in their laps or for him to put it up in a small manbun whenever he went on his morning jogs. Tattoos covered his skin sporadically. They didn't have any sort of specific placement as small inkings littered his neck, arms, and thighs. But the one on his ribs that read 'Nevermind' as well as the moons going down the center of his back were his favorites. Each of his ears were covered in piercings starting from his lobe to his conch, outer conch, and even helix. Even his tongue was pierced and forked from where he had had it surgically altered a year before on a whim since the one client who was his 'Daddy' for a little bit paid for it. Then there was the matter of his clothes. Since being on his own he had quickly learned that he leaned more on the feminine side, and that didn't just go for what he wore on the stage but what he wore in his day-to-day life as well. Even now he had on some Chelsea Boots, skinny jeans so tight they were like a second skin as they struggled to cling to his thighs as the rips in them practically showed off each of his ass cheeks as well as most of his legs in the front and the fishnet stockings that he wore underneath. And on top he wore a see through mesh halter top that had black leather stars over his nipples and a metal ring on the center of his collar. Not to mention the full face of make up he had on, glitter on his arms and around his belly button ring, jeweled acrylic nails that looked like talons and skull shaped rings on each of his fingers.