Usher Me, Asher ➳ PJM [✍]

07: A clumsy start

“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it, any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.”
—Charles Bukowski

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Asher stood there with his mouth agape. Jimin could hear slow footsteps approaching the restroom. He had to hurry, but he wasn't sure if the man even knew him or if he was just mesmerized because he was handsome.

Jimin wasn't a narcissist. But come on, he was an Idol, he had worked a lot to build that body and muscle. If anything, he knew he was attractive.

“Earth to . . .?” He made a face that screamed excuse me.

“Asher.” The man finally came back to reality and turned around to notice several footsteps very close to them. He didn't know what to do, so instinctively, he grabbed Jimin's hand and dragged him into a cabin with him, signalling him to shut up.

He saw that the shoes were of a man, but were too big for the person wearing them. There were slow movements as if the person found the restroom a new world whatsoever. Or maybe he wasn't there to use the bathroom, he could feel his heartbeat quickening.

He remembered they could see two pairs of shoes from below the cabin. He quickly leaned into Jimin's ear, who was pressed against the wall, trying to keep as much distance as he could from Asher.