𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

pjm : oneirataxia

summary: in which he saved her life.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 1.2k

oneirataxia; (noun) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

requested by a friend.

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"i have enough of this!", i yelled at my mother. "no matter what i try to do, it is never enough! i'm having good grades and still, you're never satisfied! you keep barring me from doing anything! no matter how good i am, it's never what you want! you keep placing your career and your money over me. you don't care if i'm happy or sad, if something happened to me, heck, you wouldn't even care if i jumped from a goddamn tower!"

tears streamed down my face. what did i do to deserve such horrible parents? parents whose career is everything, parents who don't care about the well-being of their only daughter. hugging myself, i stared right into my mother's eyes that held nothing but disinterist towards me. "you're right, (y/n). you should be ashamed of yourself, it's really never enough. your father and i are working hard to earn money and you just think you can have everything without doing anything?! i didn't raise you like this! you're not my daughter. and now, get out before i lose myself!", she screamed and i stumbled backwards, opened the door and stormed outside, into the cold and clear winter day.

taking a deep breath, i fumbled around in my pocket, hoping i still had some money left, but to no avail. "very great (y/n). homeless, broken and what else is to come?!", i scoffed and began to wander around the city, without any clue what to do. burying my hands in the pockets of my jacket, i walked along the streets, time seemed to pass by so fast. it got darker and darker, and soon, the lights of seoul started to brighten up, making me feel less scared. ignoring the other people's weird glances, i continued stroll around. after some time, i felt a grumbling in my stomach. hunger was the last thing i needed right now, but what else could i do?

search around in trashcans? no way i'd be doing that. "but going into a grocery store and stealing? that's so illegal.", i thought. no, i couldn't do that. my parents taught me to never get on the wrong side of the law. but wait, my parents weren't responsible for me anymore, so they wouldn't be bothered if i did illegal things. "maybe if i just grab a small apple, it won't be noticed.", i thought and walked into the next grocery store which happened to be a smaller one with a counter. taking a deep breath, i walked over to the fruit and looked at the apples.

"small is something different but i have no choice.", i thought, as my stomach began to ache slightly. i quickly glanced to the left and the right, checking if anybody was looking in my direction, and grabbed the smallest apple i could've found. i sighed softly, that wasn't as bad as i feared. feeling more confident, i grabbed a second apple and walked out of the store. suddenly, someone behind me yelled: "stop! give this back! thief!"

with fear taking over me, i dashed forward, away from the store, the apples safely hid in my pockets. thank god i used to run frequently, so i wouldn't be out of breath so soon. unfortunately, the owner of the store seemed to be quite fit, as i heard his footsteps and yelling coming closer and closer. i just ran and ran, adrenaline rushing through my veins - when my run was suddenly stopped by somebody i crashed into. stumbling to the ground, i quickly glared at the young man who was standing in the way. "please, let me go.", i coughed, nearly in tears.

"i know a better way.", he replied and took my hand, pulling me into a side alley. stumbling past him, i recalled the last hours of my life. getting kicked out of my parent's house, being homeless, stealing food and now being pulled with by a complete stranger. all of a sudden, he ran to the right side, into an even darker alley. "where are we going?", i whispered. "to my place, this is a secret path i've recently discovered." we continued to run until he stopped, facing a huge and majestic looking building.

"you're coming?", he asked, and i noticed that he was waiting for me. could i trust him? well, he literally saved me from the store owner, without even knowing what happened. inhaling deeply, i took a step forward, to the door of his house. he opened it for me and i stepped into a warm place. looking at the huge hallway in awe, i flinched when he suddenly cleared his throat, startling me. i turned around and faced him.

he was actually very good-looking, i would even say, handsome. his orange hair covered his forehead, his dark eyes staring right into mine, full lips curled up in an amused smile. "u-uhm, i didn't mean to....uhm, thank you for saving me!" i bowed down until i heard him laughing. "what about if i introduce myself first? my name is park jimin, i'm 21 years old." "i'm (n/n) (y/n) and i'm 18 years old. it's a pleasure to meet you.", yet again i wanted to bow down, but he stopped me by laying his hand on my shoulder. "there's no need for you to bow down."

blushing, i stared at the ground. "so, are you alright? what happened?", jimin asked, his voice laced with worry. i gulped, as i already felt tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "that's a long story...", i mumbled. jimin shrugged it off. "we have time, but what about if you sit down first? i don't want to sound rude, but you look like you're about to collapse any time." he walked me to his abnormally huge sofa and i let myself fall on it, causing jimin to chuckle in amusement.

"first of all, you need to know that my parents are the worst.", i began and told him everything, from the argument over my walk through the city to the incident leading to us meeting. "i know that i did something wrong, and i don't even care if you call the police and let me get arrested. i just don't want to go back to my previous home.", i said, now, tears where falling down my cheeks. i flinched in surprise, when i sensed him embracing me, his warmth made me feel safe. "shh, it will be fine, trust me. everything will be alright.", he pulled me on his lap, allowing me to bury my face in his neck, my hands clutching his shirt tightly.

after a while, when i calmed down, he pulled away and tilted my chin up between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look at him. "you can live at my place, if you want. there are plenty rooms that are not used yet, and i wouldn't mind some company either." "b-but what about food, and clothing, that's expensive!", i stuttered. "don't worry about it. my family is not the poorest.", he smiled at me, and again, i realized how handsome he was.

blushing madly, i nodded shyly and looked at my fingers again. "t-that would be nice. i mean, thank you!", feeling confident, i pecked his cheek, making his cheeks redden in a cute way.

this day started as a horrible one and got even worse, but by now, i've met someone who rescued me. and i was really grateful for that.

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edited; 2017/10/07.

"then he kissed her. at his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete."
— f. scott fitzgerald; the great gatsby