Fortune Tellers

Pt. 1 |just there|

Yoongi is finished with one day at work again..he works as what he hates the most...

He's a fortune teller..and what he hates the most is the future..
He also hates the past..and he hates the here and now too..especially his here and now..

He looks into bright shining crystal balls every day, and all he sees day by day, is darkness..
The darkness of each individual wanting to know about their future..
He often gets shouted at..for not telling them anything good..liar they call him..stupid liar..
Sometimes they even slap him, or they punch him..he gets home with bright red bruises nearly everyday..everyday it's all the same.

But darkness is still everything he sees..he can't see good things..he can't see the bright sides of life..that's also why he dyed his hair blonde..to at least have a bit of bright colors in his life..
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Jimin sits in front of another stranger again..he looks into his dark eyes..focused..til he sees a light, now, he sees the future, the bright future.
It's a wedding..in summer..the man in front of him is going to get married in summer..
Jimin zoomes his gaze back from the distance..from the darkness of the other's eyes, were his bright future lies..

He is happy, happy for the man in front of him, who's able to marry the one he loves the most..
He smiles and tells him the good news..
The other thanks him enthusiastically, shaking his hand, smiling non stop..
Again, Jimin brightened up someone's day..he loves his work..he can always tell people nice things, things they want to hear..and he knows, everything he sees is true..

~later that night~
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Yoongi sits on the dirty curb of a wet street..it rains..or better it pours..puddles are forming all around Yoongi, reflecting the weak dim light of the only street latern alongside the dark street..

Raindrop after raindrop falls down, hitting the ground and Yoongi, and everything which isn't protected from it, like the few cars standing still across the street or the cold green bench, which looks like it's melting, because of all the waterdrops, dripping down from its edges and planks, also forming puddles at its steel legs.

The dark clouds, hovering ominous above Yoongi's head don't seem to decrease...they just form, one after another, lettin their tears fall down to earth and letting them change the heath of the day into a wet coldness...
Yoongi can feel it through his light jacket..it isn't of any use, even his shirt he wears beneath is completely soaked..his blond dyed hair is sending tiny water drops down his neck..his bangs fall into his face, the water drops running down from them, painting thin wet lines over his face and down his jawline, until they drip down his chin..down to the ground..

Yoongi taps with his foot, the trickle of water flowing down alongside the curb sprinkles tiny dirty drops into the air, as his foot hits it one time, two times..his worn out converse have already seen better days, the once white shoelaces have turned into a moody grey color, the once white tips have black tracks on them..probably oil..

Yoongi's foot taps faster, to a beat only he can hear..he moves his head a bit, also to the rhythm playing on repeat in his head, it's been there for over a week, but Yoongi still hasn't found the time to write it down..

Then, there, still quite far away, in the blurry darkness, two white glazing dots come nearer..headlights..Yoongi slowly stands up, his senses tell him, that it's a cab..

And really, It's a cab..it looks questionable though..chugging down the empty street at a slow pace..the headlights stuttering, as it comes nearer, Yoongi sees, that it's polish is coming of at the front, around the glazing headlights..it look shady..but Yoongi still waves it over..he needs to get home..at least before tomorrow comes, and that is for sure soon..also if something bad would happen to him, Yoongi would know it..