Little Kitten (jikook)

Little Kitten

Park Jimin was nothing special.

He was your average Teenager of 18, in his last year of high school.

Maybe not that average, since he was living with his aunt, that had no real interest in the young boy. She was his caretaker since he was eleven, since his parents died. An accident, driving under alcoholic influence. When his aunt received the call that Jimin's parents had died and she would have to take care of him, she wasn't that pleased, hadn't his mother and her not talked to each other in ages, he didn't know why, his aunt didn't bother to tell him.

Living with his aunt was quiet, they didn't talk much, they never ate together. They might be living under a roof together, but each of them living their own life. Jimin didn't feel bothered by it, he was happy he had a shelter, he even had a job. In a nice Café with a really nice boss. Jimin saved as much from his salary as possible, wanting to study once finished with his school, and of course he wanted to pay for it on his own, for he felt that it wouldn't be right to let his aunt pay.

Jimin was far from being selfish, always nice and friendly, a big smile that made his eyes disappear plastered on his face. But he was lonely, not having any friends he sometimes felt so goddamn lonely. Those were the times he just put on a pair of sweatpants, his sport shoes and would go for a run. With music in his ears, he was in his own world, totally lost in it, sometimes running for what seemed like an eternity.

Should be no problem...but the spacing out was, to be exact, a big problem.

A fucking big Problem! He was suddenly standing somewhere unknown, dark alleys and only warehouses around him. No one in sight he could ask how to get back to the main street, where he would be safe again. Because here was clearly the opposite of safe, he could feel it in his whole body. He looked around, hoping for a clue on where to head. This wasn't the first time, he stranded in nowhere, it had happened so many times that his parents, when still alive, urged him to learn something for his self defense, just in case. That they needn't to worry that much on his occasional wanderings. But Jimin wasn't sure if his little knowledge of self defense would help him here, cause the air felt heavy and he thought that this was one of those places you would be encountered with gangs. Yeah Jimin knew there were gangs around, everyone knew, and up till now he was lucky enough to not meet one of them. He hoped he would be lucky for another day.

"Well done, Park Jimin, well done", he muttered to himself while looking around. A loud sound and incoming noises startled him. For a split second he hoped that there would be someone that could help him out of his misery. Suddenly he heard a loud deep voice yell :" Yah, you Punk! You think you could mess with us this easily?" He couldn't see anyone who this voice belonged too, but something in that voice made all his alerts go on. He quickly seek shelter behind a dumpster. He was just in time as two men dragged a third person in the exact spot he was just standing a mere seconds earlier.

He tried to be silent while taking a glance at the scenery. Two tall men, one with light brown hair and another one with black hair were looking down at another. Jimin wasn't really able to take a further look at him, without the risk of him being noticed. "You knew from the beginning, that you wouldn't stand a chance against us, so will you tell us why you even tried?" It was the same voice from earlier, it was a deep voice, which belonged to the man with light brown hair. As far as Jimin could tell, he was a handsome looking man. He was now looking at the other man, he hadn't spoken until now, and Jimin didn't know why but he wanted to hear his voice. If the other man was good looking, well he was too, well even more handsome in the young boys eyes. Slender and well built, light tanned skin, but not as dark as Jimin's. He was wearing a black suit that just fit him too well. His arms were well toned and damn his thighs, in general his legs were perfect. He was so captured by the beauty of that man, he didn't even know why he was so taken by this man, that he missed how the latter pulled out a gun. "Last words?" He was asking the on the floor kneeling man, his voice cold, showing not the slightest hint of mercy.