Cripples | yoonmin

Butterfly

"All my life, I've never been a very smart guy. I failed at anything academic, and flunked my tests continuously. But I guess this was fate leading me to a new opportunity. My parents recognized my sheer stupidity and decided to focus all their attention on athletics. It was successful and I was able to enter a college with a basketball scholarship.

Even though I've been surrounded in the rush of the game, I just never felt any excitement from it. This sounds like a first world problem, but just hear me out. Even though I had all the friends and the attention, I had too much expectations on my shoulders, and it made me feel trapped. To be blunt, I didn't like basketball, I despised it. It felt like I was only playing to make others happy, and I needed an escape."

I sighed as the memories washed over me. "But then, when I was heading back from basketball practice, I saw a flyer asking for recruitment for a dance team down the road. I was really bad back then, but they were desperate enough to let me join. I practiced everyday. Before breakfast, after basketball practice, before bed, and even in my dreams. I was obsessed. Eventually my skills grew, along with the dance team. We started having more frequent practices, and I started to feel more free.

One day, we were to pick a song to dance to, and this guy from the team, who calls himself J-hope played a song he thought was cool." My back straightened, recollecting the pleasant moment. "To keep things short and cliche, it felt like the world stopped and all I could hear was the music. Safe to say, I loved it, and J-hope told me it was produced by a guy named Min Yoongi." I wiggled my eyebrows playfully, cueing him on my clever play on words. "So I went home, found him on the internet, and listened to more of his tracks and I thought, 'Wow... this Min Yoongi guy is really cool.' "

***

I glowered at the dumb pretty boy who was committing terrible crimes against me: waking me up, and more importantly, smothering himself against me. "I just asked how you knew me, not your whole life story." I paused, "And get the hell away from me!" I attempted to shove him off me, but the more I pushed the more he latched onto me. He refused to let go.

"I just want you to know more about me." He sheepishly smiled, absolutely free of any kind of guilt.

"And I just want you to go away." I snarled.

Unperturbed, Jimin just snuggled closer to my mortified self. After a moment of silence, he slowly reached for my headphones. "Hey, Yoongi... can I hear what you're listening to?"

"...No."