15 Days till New Year

DAY 7

A/N: All my stories take place in an alternate reality where the characters act this way.

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Later, once they were alone and away from the others, Jimin met with Jungkook in a nearby skyscraper

They had been meeting like this awhile now, often in the evenings or at night.

A deep friendship had struck up after their previous adventures, but they kept it hidden as they didn't know what the others would think.

They often did some talking, some, maybe a few board games.

They were quite close friends by now.

This particular night they were sharing secrets with each other. Telling each other things neither had told anyone else before. Things that not a single soul knew.

"Then there was that time I...Destroyed S staff of power!"

"oh, Jimin! That's positively evil! and I should know!"

They both laughed. The night had been full of stories like this. The time Jungkook blackmailed a Biochemist. Or the time Jimin fooled a Clockmaker into thinking it was the end of the world.. Endless stories shared just between them and no one else.

It was making them closer.

Closer than Jimin had ever thought possible.

As Jimin was telling another story, He thought He saw Jungkook examining Him. Looking with..was that longing?

nah...couldn't be.

The moment was over and they departed each other's company.

Jimin felt something had changed that night, but wasn't sure what.

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Our story starts in, a normal town where nothing much happens...

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Jimin at that moment felt in his pocket. That strange there was a note.

It said He should rendezvous at the demolished beach at sunset.

Jimin kept this secret as it was clearly just for Him.

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Jimin sat at the bar. It was empty save for him. Even the owner had already left him alone. Just Jimin and the whiskey in his glass.

Jimin's friends had tried to stop him from going, but after that.... that event... Jimin could no longer stay.

Thinking about it made his eyes well up and to prevent bursting out in crying (as Jimin really, deeply, wanted to) he lifted the whiskey and gulped it down. The burning liquid warmed his throat and heart. It was the only comfort Jimin still had in this world.

Jimin tried to take his mind off the present. To slip into the past rather than wallow in sorrow...

...but it didn't work. Jimin was still just at a bar. It was keeping the whisky company.

Suddenly the door opened behind him. Footsteps. Then a figure sat down next to him and took the bottle.

"Long time," spoke Jungkook and he poured himself a glass as well.

Jimin grumbled.

"I deserved that," Jungkook said and took a gulp from his whiskey.

"Go away," Jimin said.

"Not before you hear my offer," Jungkook said.

"I don't want to hear about it," Jimin spoke. He really didn't want anything to do with Jungkook, not after... that. "I don't want anything to do with you... not after... that."